Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

After the squad leader established the most basic needs, he began to write the teachings.

"Speaking of which, don't you know the mysterious language? You can write a few lines of the preface at the beginning of the volume. It doesn't matter whether you can understand it or not, as long as you are tall." The squad leader took out a piece of paper and gave it to Yuanzi.

"Well, just write on the mobile phone, and then print it." Mariko held the paper, a little puzzled.

The tattoo esoteric religion is updated every day, and naturally the teachings are printed and distributed to believers every day.

Yuanzi believes that in the initial stage of mutual aid associations, they should follow the example of friends and businessmen and do the same thing.

"Let's write first. Didn't you say that emotional language has the power of emotion? I want to see it." The squad leader said in a slightly coquettish tone.

After finishing speaking, even the squad leader was shocked, reflecting on whether his tone was too strange, since he had never said it in such a tone before.

Mariko didn't notice the abnormality, holding a pen and concentrating on thinking.

Emotions, emotions, what kind of emotions should I use, Mariko is caught in the long exam.

Recalling the symbolic characters of crazy emotions in Captain Luo's hands, the first impression was so deep that it was almost imprinted into the DNA.

There is no doubt that if you want to attract everyone's attention, you must have more extreme emotions.

Yuanzi thought of Taiji Yinyang fish, one yang and one yin, two extremes.

Translated is darkness and light, and then converted into emotional language is the hope of destruction and life!

But Yuanzi faced the paper manuscript and contemplated it for a long time, but he didn't feel any destructive emotions.

As for the hope of life, she has no idea at all.

That mysterious book only taught her how to recognize and use it, but when she really wanted to write, she realized how difficult a mysterious language emotional language is to use.

"What's the matter, I haven't written for half an hour." The squad leader asked from the side.

"Ah, has it been that long?"

"Yes, otherwise." The squad leader poked Yuanzi's forehead with his hand, "If you have no idea, tell me, and I will give advice."

Then Yuanzi briefly explained to the class monitor how to use emotional language. She urgently needs to brew the two emotions of destruction and hope of life, but she can't brew them no matter what, and she can't write.

"The two emotions are brewed separately, and when one emotion is brewed, just write a line." The squad leader said.

"But there's no idea in my head."

"Well, let's make up some pictures of your favorite works, or...by the way, when you drew before, didn't you also draw that desperate atmosphere of the end of the world?" The squad leader suddenly thought of it. Mariko's stunning painting.

Whether it is the painting "Jumping Through the Window", or the masterpiece "The Crow", or other paintings, the emotional appeal contained in them is very obvious. It can be said to break through the boundaries of dimensions, and it is easy to affect the mentality of those who are not determined.

After hearing what the class monitor said, Yuanzi suddenly realized and had an idea.

Chapter 113 The pen falls into the darkness (Part 3)

Mariko silently recalled the paintings he had painted, and many of them secretly added elements of destruction.

No, after Yuanzi recalled the painting "The Crow", when he wrote again, the words had emotional power and became extremely dark.

Darkness and light, and the color of the crow itself is darker, which makes the words written by Yuanzi's pen become as black as ink.

The squad leader was writing the teachings aside, and the mobile phone was placed aside. The text of the scriptures of one of the three officially certified churches lit up on the screen. He borrowed from the text inside and described it in his own words.

Then a rich and authentic scripture text was released.

"Ah, writing is really troublesome, and my hands are so tired." The squad leader touched his wrist.

When the manuscript is formed, she can go to the unit to scan the text with a scanner, print it, and form a book.

Or just grab a printer and bring it back, this is all in their initial plan.

After writing a page, the monitor looked at Mariko to see how the progress was.

A few minutes ago, the squad leader mentioned a few words, unexpectedly Yuanzi had already written, and those few lines of writing were extraordinary at first glance.

She couldn't explain what was going on, but just glanced at it, and a creepy impulse came to her heart.

The dense fog in front of him seemed to be dyed black, completely black.

Even if the lights above his head were still on, it still couldn't erase the illusion of darkness surging in front of him.

"Is this a hallucination, Mariko?"

The squad leader hugged Yuanzi unconsciously, and subconsciously wanted to find warmth and light from Yuanzi.

Yuanzi was hugged by her, and the immersive emotional state was immediately interrupted.

"What's wrong, monitor?" Yuanzi patted the monitor's head.

"No, it's nothing, it just seemed to be my illusion." The squad leader was taken care of warmly by Yuanzi, and suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of. As long as Yuanzi is still here, she doesn't need to be afraid.

The hallucination of darkness left like a tide, and the squad leader looked around. The dense fog looked a little white under the light, not the so-called black.

"Is it really an illusion?" the monitor murmured.

No, that's not an illusion, it's a mysterious force.

The squad leader looked at Mariko's writing again, and that wonderful feeling came back again.

But this time it was not as horrifying as it was the first time I saw it. The squad leader was barely prepared, and he would not tremble even if he saw the hallucination of darkness coming again.

"It turns out that this is emotional language, so powerful." The squad leader pressed Yuanzi tightly.

Mariko's arm had rubbed against the opponent's chest, but the squad leader didn't notice it, which made Mariko a little embarrassed, so he had to move his elbow.

This movement naturally touched someone's sensitive nerves.

"What are you doing! Don't move!"

The squad leader slapped Yuanzi's arm with an angry face.

Looking down at the awkward position of the two, he immediately adjusted his posture to avoid Mariko's elbow.

"You were the one who came here, but I am innocent."

"****" The squad leader gritted his teeth and refused to refute.

After a while, Mariko began to feel a good feeling.

Where there is darkness, there must naturally be light.

Yuanzi didn't know what kind of brain supplement could make her think of the light, so she turned through several pictures in her mind, and finally thought of the monitor's smile.

The monitor's smile is very beautiful. When he laughs happily in class, it shines like the sun.

"Then it's up to you."

Mariko silently integrated the feelings in his heart into his strokes, and outlined the next line of preface.

When the lights were turned off at night, Mariko put down the book "Elementary Dark Cooking" and went to bed.

The squad leader read the short preface written by Yuanzi several times, and he couldn't put it down and was fascinated.

The short preface is only a few lines, introducing the doomsday crisis brought about by digital radiation and the plight of the people's hearts shrouded in a fog of fear.

The first half of the text is heavy and depressing, which just corresponds to the dark mood.

Then in the second half, Yuanzi inspired the power of the gods and led everyone to help each other out of the doomsday predicament together, corresponding to the mood of a bright and optimistic attitude.

The squad leader used the flashlight function of his mobile phone to take a picture of the sequence draft. One is gloomy and the other is optimistic. Two emotions are constantly pounding in his heart, and the experience is extraordinary.

"How do you feel, monitor?"

"Well, one light and one dark, very supernatural, everyone will be shocked by this book." The squad leader closed his eyes and felt it for a long time before uttering his heartfelt words.

"Don't read it, you've been fascinated by it, go to sleep." Yuanzi reached out and snatched the preface.

The squad leader reluctantly got into bed, and Yuanzi took the opportunity to touch it and stick it.

The squad leader wanted to read while his thoughts were spinning, but Yuanzi's foot pressed over her and put her on top of her, making him unable to get up.

"Forget it, go to sleep." The squad leader gave up thinking.

……

The next day, Yuanzi woke up, and it was still foggy.

The broadcaster continued to broadcast the time of the dense fog weather, which has lasted for more than 64 hours. The foggy weather has been supernatural, and there is no way to see the fall.

The crowd outside became even more chaotic after hearing the words, and the streets were full of voices after all.

Many people are rushing to the cafeteria, and many illegal organizations once again seized the cafeteria to fill the insiders first, and then open the leftovers to non-religious people.

At present, the food supply chain has not collapsed, and these foods are not easy to preserve. The cults also want to expand the base of the public, so they use leftovers for free to attract people to come for breakfast.

Yuanzi didn't eat anything last night, it was when she was hungry.

The two searched for news in the community group and knew that there were still many canteens that had not been occupied.

Even if there is an organization to forcibly occupy it, the hungry mobs don't care about 21, they urge tattooed avatars to become superhumans, push across the wall, and forcibly grab the food with their strength.

Based on the latest news, Yuanzi and the two found a cafeteria that had just been broken into by the masses.

There are a lot of small private organizations inside, and everyone has different hearts.

After they were dispersed, they could no longer build a human wall, and the formation was broken by ordinary people who kept pouring in. In the end, they let go of their hands and grabbed food according to their own abilities.

The aunt in the cafeteria didn't know where she went, so she pushed the food cart over and ran away to avoid being affected.

Yuanzi's appearance in the cafeteria was a strong influence in itself, instantly affecting the eyes of a large number of people.

"Who is that?"

Everyone looked at Yuanzi, with a hazy feeling in their minds, as if the other party was not a human being of the same level as themselves.

The opponent must be very strong!

Yuanzi walked all the way, and people unconsciously gave way to a hollow road.

Even Yuanzi didn't expect that the convenience of the secret breath is so easy to use.

By the way, I brushed the book for two hours last night, and the secret breath has stacked up to 91 o'clock.

Don't look at only a little increase, after 90 points, the power of every increase is extraordinary.

Everyone looked at Yuanzi, as if they saw a powerful being coming to the cafeteria, commonly known as Linxing.

Some people think of the major secret organizations that have sprung up recently, Yuanzi's temperament really fits that sense of mystery.

Could it be...she is a secret sect master?

Everyone suddenly had this strange idea.

Chapter 114 I declare that I will quit in public

The two of them were eating breakfast, and someone immediately came over and asked, "Are you a master of secret religion?"

The two didn't refuse immediately, Yuanzi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm not a big brother of secret religion, but we have a mutual aid club."

Big boss or something, it sounds too powerful at first glance, Yuanzi thinks that he is just a newcomer who has just started teaching, not a big boss.

"Mutual Aid Society? What is that?" The inquirer froze for a moment, then asked again, "Is that your Christian name?"

"That's right, the purpose of our Mutual Aid Association is to hold together to keep warm and live well in the last days." Yuanzi said loudly.

"Can such teachings convince people, who is the god you worship?" Someone asked.

In this oppressive world, supernatural beliefs have become a lifeline for people.

Yuanzi knew that if there were no miracles, the other party would definitely find it hard to believe the existence of the Mutual Aid Society.

Seeing this, Mariko took out the teachings he wrote last night from his backpack.

There are only two short pages, but they can be used as a facade

"This is the preface to our doctrine. You can read it, but you can't take it away. This is a miracle." Yuanzi boasted.

The inquirer showed a distrustful expression, but attracted by the secret aura overflowing from Yuanzi's body, everyone approached the table curiously and looked at the paper that Yuanzi put on the table.

I saw two blank sheets of paper on the edge of the dining table.

A loli's small hand held down two pieces of paper. Everyone glanced at the palm of loli's hand, and then moved their eyes down to the words on the paper.

It doesn't matter if you don't look.

Seeing that something happened, I suddenly felt my brain tremble and my whole body trembled.

Just looking at the text, there is a kind of darkness that invades the whole body, which makes people feel heavy.