When Tang Ka closed the gate of the supermarket, his heart was still in a mess, as if he had made a terrible mistake.
He didn't know if he was being disloyal to the Ultimate Benevolence Masters and the Pangu Guru, but the class leader told him that it wasn't. The class leader said that if you found out about the Ultimate Benevolence Masters' mistake but didn't tell them, that would be true disloyalty and even a crime against the "sacred cause".
Thangka didn't know if he should believe the class leader or the Ultimate Benevolence Masters, but in his mind, both of them were existences that could not be questioned and must be obeyed.
So, as always, Tang Ka followed his monitor back to the rendezvous point like a tail.
However, as soon as he returned to the meeting point, he met another guy he didn't want to face, the vice class leader "Liao Meng".
Liao Meng was a tall and muscular boy. He was two heads taller than Thangka and one head taller than the class leader.
His skin was dark, and he had a stocky build. The veins all over his body were constantly bulging, displaying explosive power.
He never hid the existence of this power. Almost every time he spoke, he would wave his fist and the pimples on his face looked like they were going to burst open at any time.
Liao Meng didn't like Thangka.
Although he didn't know why, and he never directly expressed it, Thangka knew that Liao Meng didn't like him very much, especially when he was following behind Chu Zhiyun or when he was alone with Chu Zhiyun.
At that time, Liao Meng looked at him like a tiger looking at a trembling sheep.
And Thangka didn't like Liao Meng either.
Yes, he knew that he shouldn't "dislike" anyone, but he just couldn't do it. Every time Liao Meng stared at the class leader, he would feel an unknown anger from the bottom of his heart, as if he would be completely demonized at any time.
"Where did you go?"
Liao Meng waved a thick flamethrower and stood between Chu Zhiyun and Thangka, using the cold steel to separate them. He stared at Thangka and said coldly, "That is not your mission area."
"I was the one who asked him to help."
Without waiting for Thangka's reply, Chu Zhiyun pulled Thangka behind her. "I found a large supermarket and need help to identify the dangerous goods inside."
"Supermarket?"
Liao Meng narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you ask me for help? I'm the vice class monitor."
"You are identifying the information in the library and bookstore. Your mission is also very important."
Chu Zhiyun said stiffly, "I'm the class monitor. I can assign the purification task to everyone at will. I think Thangka is suitable for the supermarket. Is there a problem?"
Liao Meng was silent. He rubbed the flamethrower with his hands, making the flamethrower creak.
"Your mood swings are very strong. You are very … angry."
Chu Zhiyun suddenly asked, "Why?"
"I'm not."
Liao Meng took a deep breath and stepped back. "I'm very calm. I just want to know why Thangka changed the mission. That's all."
"Now that you know, it's all right?"
Chu Zhiyun stared at Liao Meng's black and red face and said aggressively.
"Yes, it's all right."
Liao Meng walked away without looking back.
"Don't be afraid of him. He's even worse at controlling his emotions than you are."
Chu Zhiyun watched Liao Meng walk further and further away before she leaned close to Thangka's ear. "This guy will be possessed by the devil sooner or later and completely lose control. He will be kicked out of the 'Holy Light Academy', not to mention becoming a 'Purifier'."
The youths worked from dawn to dusk. It was only when night fell and the ruins that lacked system lighting that they ended the first day of the purification test. Bringing along a large number of precious trophies, they returned the way they came and returned to the camp that was set up in the outskirts of the city.
In such a large city, of course, they were not the only class that carried out the purification. Dozens of classes, or almost a thousand "quasi-Purgers", were marching to the center of the city from different areas at the same time.
At this moment, the thousand "quasi-Purgers" returned to the camp at the same time. They counted the results of the purification and the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that they had collected and received the examination and enlightenment of their mentors. A real Purification troop was stationed not far away. The team of thousands of people was quite lively.
Following Chu Zhiyun, Thangka counted the trophies and scanned the emotional fluctuations recorded by her portable crystal processor.
He had thought that he would be reprimanded by his mentors for crossing the warning line twice in one day, or at least asked what was going on.
But as it turned out, his mentors simply stared at him coldly for a while before they waved their hands and let him go. They did not pursue the matter at all, nor did they expel him from the examination room.
Relieved, Thangka helped Chu Zhiyun work on the portable Holy Light Generator.
The planet had just been conquered by them, and a fixed temple had not been established yet. They could only count on the Holy Light Generator for their daily training.
Very soon, all the thirty-three students in the class finished the scan and sat around the Holy Light Generator.
Hum … Hum … Hum …
The Holy Light Generator buzzed slightly, and an ivory holy light surged out like a fountain and slowly spread out, enshrouding all the students like a tent.
Thangka felt that he was soaked in an ocean of purity, tranquility, holiness, and softness. His soul resonated with the souls of the other thirty-two students. In the resonance, he seemed to hear the voices of the Ultimate Benevolence Masters and the gods of Pangu, which made him forget the agitated primitive desires and the allure and clarity of the extraterrestrial devils. He was empty, sacred, and pure again.
After the daily training, Thangka was much calmer. Even when he looked at Chu Zhiyun or Liao Meng in the eyes, he did not have as many ridiculous thoughts as before.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! "
Screams suddenly came over not far away.
On a high platform that had just been built, there was a glittering execution rack. A student was tied to it, and he was whipped thirty-six times by a long whip made of poisonous thorns by his mentor. It was not until he passed out and even his spine was visible that he was finally carried down.
Everybody watched in silence. Maybe some of them were as curious as Thangka, but the young people of the Holy League would not whisper to each other without permission.
Very soon, the mentor revealed the answer to them.
It was a kid from the next class. During the purification work today, he somehow stuffed a plastic toy, which was supposed to be destroyed, into his pocket, which was a clumsy model of a Colossus.
He was too stupid. Every student had to be examined carefully when they returned to the camp. It was impossible for them to smuggle anything.
Nobody knew why he did that. Even when the mentor asked him, he blushed and could not give an answer for a long time.
Perhaps, after being bewitched by the Heavenly Demon, one would be so muddle-headed and muddle-headed.
Then, it could not be helped.
He was the first one to be eliminated in the "ultimate test". After being whipped, he would be sent to the temple in the rear for the deepest purification.
There was no telling if he could still think logically, but even if he became a low-level soldier such as a "soldier bee" or a "worker bee", he would only have himself to blame.
However …
Thangka did not know how serious what he and his monitor had done was. Was it more serious than secretly hiding a toy? Would he be tied up and whipped on the execution platform like the guy from the next class?
Thangka's tranquility, which had just been comforted by the holy light, was gone. Her mood was twisted again like the lake water that was wrinkled by the spring breeze.
After returning to the dormitory, Thangka was still preoccupied and absent-minded.
The rainbow lollipop that Chu Zhiyun forced into his mouth just now seemed to have opened up his taste buds. The synthetic food that usually tasted like wax became more and more tasteless.
Thangka forced two big bowls of sticky synthetic food into his throat. He resisted the urge to vomit and went to the training room without caring about his digestion.
The people of the Holy League did not have the concept of "entertainment". In their limited spare time, exercising was almost the only way to vent their excess energy.
Thangka desperately ravaged the sandbag and the gravity treadmill, trying to squeeze out every ounce of strength from every strand of muscle. It was as if every extraterrestrial devil was hibernating in his muscle fibers.
He almost succeeded.
But at this time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the training room and started jumping on the gravity treadmill opposite him.
She liked to sweat, and her sweat soon covered her chest.
Thangka instantly felt that the 108,000 extraterrestrial devils that she had just strangled with great difficulty had all been resurrected.
It was late at night, and all the students in the class were sleeping soundly, including Chu Zhiyun.
Thangka, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night.
Even though there were several bunk beds between them, he seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of Chu Zhiyun's sweat.
In a trance, Chu Zhiyun's naked appearance in the supermarket overlapped with her appearance on the treadmill, turning into a soft and fluffy dream that pressed down on Thangka's head.
Thangka had a dream, a strange dream that he had never had before.
He dreamed that he and Chu Zhiyun were running hand in hand on the white and delicate beach between the blue sea and the blue sky.
He dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was fiddling with the hem of her bright red dress and showing him the expression that was called "smiling".
He even dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was tied up on the execution platform, still wearing the red dress, and was ruthlessly whipped by a thorny whip.
Her clothes fluttered like red butterflies, revealing skin that was whiter and more delicate than the sand. The red and swollen areas rose up high, setting off the skin beside them to be even fairer.
"Thangka, save me, Thangka, save me!"
The class leader in the dream was especially delicate, letting out a whimper that she would never let out.
Thangka suddenly woke up, feeling that his whole body was sweating like rain.
His lower body felt as if it had been electrocuted, limp and numb, jumping up and down. Before he could react, his pants were wet and sticky.
"This is — —"
Thangka's scalp was numb, this was the first time a fourteen year old boy had such a strange dream, encountering such a strange thing. Did, did he wet the bed?
At this moment, Thangka quivered, as if something had fallen from the sky and drilled into his chaotic mind.
"Hehehehe, little friend, hello!"
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