Why is Chapter 96 different from the agreed-upon program?

This is a caravan heading east to Silverback.

Accompanied by the fourth king of Shimen, the four agents sat in the carriage at the front of the caravan. It was a comfortable four-wheeled carriage with two golden lions standing on the canopy and wheels that shone like crystal.

Because they were walking on snow, the horse's strides were not very large.

The coachman was deaf in one ear. He really wanted to hear what the people inside the carriage were talking about, but he couldn't hear any more clearly. The further north they went, the louder the wind became.

Shimen IV, pretending to be a kind-hearted man, said with a smile, "After passing Dongyinbei, walk another two miles and you will see a wartime camp. The place is now abandoned, but there are still quite a few people gathering there."

"When will the gathering take place? How many people will gather at once?" Billis asked.

“Are you a reporter sent by the government? I’ll just tell you that heretics rarely have their own opinions. They have no history in their hearts, only obedience. There was a time when they gathered there every day, saying they wanted to select the elite from among them.”

"You mean drinking soup?"

"Pretty much. The tribe's glory days are long gone, and the heretics can only continue to survive with their meager resources. If anyone were to sponsor them, they would definitely be from heaven."

By this time, the caravan had already crossed the eastern silver back, but unexpectedly, the other end of the silver back was filled with some very primitive houses, which looked as if they had been looted from elsewhere.

These so-called houses were simply large pits dug into the existing ice layer, then filled with ice bricks and ebony, with open roofs that let in all the wind, forming wooden palaces that faced the sky.

Although the materials were simple, the residents liked to carve the animals on the eaves into lifelike shapes, which were probably related to the totem of bear spirit worship.

In the blink of an eye, we were almost at the camp that Shimen IV had mentioned.

The caravan obviously didn't pass through the camp, so the four agents had to get off halfway.

Feeling he had done his duty, King Stonegate IV stayed in the carriage and refused to leave. He was well aware of the people he would be dealing with once he entered this territory.

And those people, even if you gave them another hundred gold coins, they wouldn't want to know them.

Billy and his men had no choice but to put on their weapons and enter the camp from the front.

The surrounding area was wide open like a plain, with hardly any tall plants in sight. There were a few naturally formed bridges, and the places beneath the bridges that were once lakes were now frozen solid. On the shore, a few tenacious plants trembled in the wind, like surviving soldiers waiting for rescue.

The road narrowed as it went on, and the ice ridges on the side rose higher, becoming dangerous peaks. An unusually dry wind blew in gleefully.

In the middle of the frozen lake are several unnamed islets. On these islets, buildings that are quite different from those in big cities can be vaguely seen. They are more like tombs than buildings. The arched structure is a characteristic of all such buildings, and they are very small. They do not look like dwellings at all.

Further on, we discovered that at the end of the ice lake was another ice lake. The lakes of the same size were connected together, and there was usually a newly formed ice ridge between the lakes, as if it were a checkpoint to enter the next realm.

Several fallen trees covered the extinguished campfire. People used to use the smoke to attract wild animals here, leaving drag marks on the ice. Some people even ate the game on the way, using the bones they couldn't finish as torches stuck in the frozen lake, and then hanging skins on top, making them look like horrifying skulls.

Without a doubt, this must be the territory of the heretics.

There happened to be a bear spirit working in the snow. Its sparse hair was slightly white, and its straight, square face was quite frightening. Underneath its pale skin, one could see a patch of murky blood. Its deformed nose was upturned, and hot air seemed to be expelling from its nostrils like steam.

When the bear spirit saw the guests arrive, it immediately exuded a sense of oppression as soon as it stood up. It was over three meters tall, with two wrists like giant iron hammers. It was barefoot and wore only a thin cotton garment, a very rudimentary and primitive practice.

"What are you doing?" Xiong Ling asked.

Billy looked around but didn't see anyone else.

"I really like this place. Can I ask for directions? How can I join Mora?"

"Want to join us?" Xiong Ling rubbed a clump of ice lizard droppings. "I can take you inside for a look around, but whether you can join or not is up to them."

The agents followed Xiong Ling, and a house appeared every kilometer. Each house had only one entrance leading to the cellar.

This proves that pagans prefer to live under the ice, and the houses are in the same style as those seen on the island, all in the shape of arched tombs.

To make the house look nicer, they put up a fence in front of it.

There are two types of fences: one is pointed, like a mace, and the other is round with a hole cut out in it.

The fence was carved with the totems they worshipped.

"Hmph! You guys are really lucky, you just happened to be on the day of the selection."

What is screening?

"Mora selects followers from the team, only four times a year."

"Look, do you think I can do it?"

"You? You can go down there and ask them right now. They might just smash your head like a chestnut."

“But sir, I really want to join.”

“I don’t want to repeat myself, this matter is up to Mora to decide.”

During their conversation, they came to a cave.

This is where the ball will be held soon.

Xiong Ling handed the four people over to an elderly, big-headed dwarf. The dwarf stared at the black barbecue grill in front of him, moving slowly, just like an old tortoise.

He tilted his backside and stretched his feet under the grill, where the warm flames made him feel cozy.

"You've come at the perfect time. The bonfire dance is about to begin. After the dance, a servant from Mora's side will escort you inside. Remember, to become a follower, you must go with her."

The bonfire dance takes place at night, and members must strip naked from the waist up, smear their bodies with greasy spices, and dance wildly around a totem made of bone nails.

This kind of thing, of course, should be left to Billy to do.

Lisa fitted Billis with a corneal detector and a pinhole camera.

"Follow the servant and find a way to attach a camera to her, then transmit the data of the soup. I will check its ingredients."

"Then we need to hurry, darling, before I drink it."

Lisa grabbed Billies by the neck and gave him a hard kiss.

Soon it was evening, and the large, red faces covered in barbs looked like deep grooves of flesh, with thick, sharp teeth.

Several men in their early thirties, including Billy, had their lips smeared with grease, their ugly faces resembling little devils just crawled out of hell, yet they were always laughing and joking.

When pagans dance, they are crazy and eccentric. They only sing and don't speak, they only eat meat and don't think. They express a simple way of life through their actions, which is both primitive and absurd.

Xiong Ling strummed a rubber band to make music, looking as happy as a fool.

The cave became warm, and a stone eagle perched on a seat that looked like half a pelvis, with a brightly colored animal hide serving as its cloak.

A female human, who had no idea when she had entered, was standing next to the stone eagle.

Everyone knelt down before her.

"Lift your heads up and let me see your faces."

Everyone raised their heads again.

This female attendant was clearly not a reincarnated person; her frail body was injured, with marks left from hunting.

The attendant approached Biris, lifted his chin, and, as if she hadn't seen such a handsome face in a long time, was immediately captivated by his aura.

An itch started in the woman's calves, then moved to her abdomen, then to her chest, then her neck, and finally licked Billy's face with her tongue.

"Mora has taken a liking to you. Would you like to come with me?"

"real?"

"My tongue doesn't lie."

Billis thought he could go with the servants, but instead he was sweating profusely. He rubbed his nose, thinking that the smoke had gotten into his nostrils.

Unexpectedly, symptoms of physical paralysis soon appeared. The mind was still awake, but the body could not move temporarily. The ears could hear sounds, but the mouth could not be opened.

This guy's tongue is poisonous!

Billy struggled to make any noise, tears welling up in his eyes, and finally managed to grab onto something warm in an indescribable way to prop himself up.

He leaned against that thing, as if he had slept for a whole day.

The maid licked her lips and embraced the agent.