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Chapter 1649: Chapter 694 Zombie Virus Serum_2
Perhaps because of the Hope Research Institute, Wang Tao, although he doesn’t have much fondness for the Dusk Church, has a good impression of the Phoenix Laboratory. If this data was in the Bishop’s hands, Wang Tao would definitely snatch it first before saying anything; he wouldn’t be so polite.
Seeing Wang Tao not taking any drastic actions, the woman had no choice but to speak with a stiff face:
“…How did you do it?”
As she spoke, she pointed to those colleagues around who were ignoring Wang Tao.
“Just a small trick of the Psychic System, not worth mentioning.”
Wang Tao waved his hand.
He wasn’t showing off, it really was just a small trick. The principle is to interfere with the cognition of creatures within a certain range using spiritual power, making them unable to perceive him. This ability is only effective on people with weak strength; with Wang Tao’s current Seventh Level strength, it cannot deceive those at the Level 6, and those at the Level 5 with sharp perception might notice something. And among this group at the Phoenix Laboratory, there isn’t even a single person at Level 4, so deceiving them is as easy as pie.
“…”
The woman opened her mouth; she wanted to say something more, but Wang Tao waved her off.
“See you around.”
Then Wang Tao swaggered out.
“…”
Once Wang Tao’s figure completely disappeared from her sight, the woman quickly called out to her colleague beside her.
“Old Li! Old Li! Old Li!”
The bald middle-aged man beside her turned around somewhat speechlessly.
“I’m not deaf. Just call me once, I’ll hear you… What’s up?”
“…Nothing.”
The woman paused in silence and then feigned calmness, shaking her head.
The big guy just now was clearly a powerful person, likely as strong as the Bishop of the Dusk Church! She decided it was better not to provoke someone of such caliber; she would act as if she hadn’t seen anything.
It’s just a discarded piece of data, it doesn’t matter. Besides, all their data at the Phoenix Laboratory is backed up; she can just find a backup and put it there, and no one will care if it’s the original…
After leaving the Phoenix Research Institute, Wang Tao didn’t hurry back but took a walk around the Dusk Church’s headquarters, carefully observing the status of the survivors here.
It can be seen that the survivors here are basically believers of the Dusk Church. After all, the Dusk Church provides safety, accommodation, food, work… The cost is merely to believe in their religion. This good deal, not to mention in the apocalypse, probably even before the apocalypse, people might flock to it.
Moreover, Wang Tao was very surprised that these survivors did not have the negative status from previously consuming the “Holy medicine,” all seemed very healthy.
“Could it be that the Dusk Church has turned a new leaf? Or was it impersonated before? But that’s not right; if someone were able to impersonate the Dusk Church multiple times during the apocalypse, why bother impersonating? Why not just do it themselves…”
Wang Tao was genuinely baffled.
At that moment, Wang Tao suddenly spotted a familiar face in a courtyard.
“Just as I thought, here!”
With a flash of movement, Wang Tao appeared beside a woman in a gray robe.
The woman was busy with a large pickled fish, and Wang Tao’s sudden appearance startled her.
Th𝙞𝓈 𝘤hӑp𝑡ᥱr 𝘪𝕤 p0𝗌ṯҽ∂ b𝗒 𝘬𝘪†𝙚𝙣ⲟⱽᥱ𝕝
She instinctively threw the pickled fish towards Wang Tao, then quickly stepped back, pulling out a dagger hidden at her waist, prepared to shout.
Wang Tao reached out to catch the pickled fish, then asked curiously:
“What kind of fish is this? Tuna?”
“…Lord?”
Zhao Yaru, who was just about to shout, held back her words, looking at Wang Tao in disbelief.
Though Wang Tao’s body had grown larger, his appearance, demeanor, and voice all indicated that he was Wang Tao! The Priest Lord who saved the entire Zizhu Base!
“Priest Lord, it really is you!”
After confirming it was Wang Tao, Zhao Yaru immediately put away her dagger and rushed excitedly to Wang Tao.
“Long time no see. Good to see you’re okay.”
Wang Tao smiled and patted Zhao Yaru’s shoulder.
This woman was none other than Zhao Yaru, the former leader of Zizhu Base.
At that time, they were facing a life-and-death food crisis; Wang Tao saved their lives, provided them with ample food, and saved all the survivors at the base. Coincidentally, Zizhu Base was believers of the Dusk Church…
When Wang Tao revealed the emblem of Senior Priest and exposed some of the Dusk Church’s evil deeds, everyone at Zizhu Base realized they had been mistakenly believing in the wrong person all along; they shouldn’t have believed in the Bishop, Wang Tao is the true legacy of the Dusk Church, they should believe in Wang Tao!
Wang Tao thought at the time, well, it doesn’t cost him anything, if they want to believe him, so be it. Providing shelter is no problem. If enough people believe in Wang Tao, it might even cause some trouble for the Bishop!
Thus, Zizhu Base received Wang Tao’s shelter.
When the temperature rose rapidly, making the underground air-raid shelter at Zizhu Base uninhabitable, Wang Tao promptly went to see how they were doing, only to find that everyone at Zizhu Base was gone, with only Zhao Yaru leaving a message that they had gone to the Dusk Church.
Since then, Wang Tao never saw them again; he didn’t know if they were still alive or not. Now seeing Zhao Yaru, seeing her still alive and well, Wang Tao was genuinely delighted.
“I feel the same! Seeing you’re okay is just great!”
Zhao Yaru was sincerely excited and happy, but seemingly thinking of something, she quickly closed the gate of the courtyard and led Wang Tao inside.
“How are the others?”
Wang Tao asked.
“They’re all doing well; after we arrived here, we were scattered around different places. But we remained in contact and occasionally spread stories about you…”
Th𝙞𝓈 𝘤hӑp𝑡ᥱr 𝘪𝕤 p0𝗌ṯҽ∂ b𝗒 𝘬𝘪†𝙚𝙣ⲟⱽᥱ𝕝