Chapter 105: Faith? Have you ever heard of the Great Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?!

Before long, a group of Shesha cultists clad in blue robes was brought to Ye Hai’s residence.

The leader was an elderly man with gray hair and a beard; his expression was kind and his face always wore a faint smile, making him easy to approach. The others behind him also appeared to be gentle, good-natured people. From Ye Hai’s perspective, the Shesha cultists, at least in their outward appearance, were not the type to provoke revulsion.

Especially in an environment like Zombie Planet, when a stranger enters a survivor camp, the looks cast by those seemingly miserable and harmless survivors are often vicious and greedy. The polished appearance of these Shesha cultists made it easy to distinguish them from ordinary survivors, naturally evoking a sense of goodwill.

"As expected, cultists always have a knack for looking the part," Ye Hai couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Seeing them enter his cabin, Ye Hai stood up. With a smile, he walked forward to greet them.

"The arrival of the Shesha Sect is truly an honor for Ye Hai!" he said. "I am grateful for the concern of High Priest Qi Beishan. As an outsider who migrated here due to disaster, I should have long ago gone to the Ironwood Forest black market to pay my respects to the priests of the Shesha Sect. However, having just arrived, the camp’s construction required constant supervision, and I simply couldn't find the time to step away. A few days ago, I already dispatched my men to send some supplies to the priests as an apology for my inability to visit in person. I had planned to pay my respects once the camp construction was completed, but I never expected you messengers to arrive first. I am truly ashamed."

After the pleasantries, Ye Hai summoned his guards. "Go, prepare two sets of cotton-padded clothes and quilts for each of these masters. The weather is gradually turning cold, yet these masters have traveled all this way to visit our camp without complaint. Their robes are far too thin; we mustn't let them freeze!"

Seeing the guards dash out of the room, the faces of the Shesha cultists lit up with joy. The cotton-padded clothes and quilts from the Corpse Hunter organization were premium goods. The lead cultist immediately bowed to Ye Hai and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Ye Hai. I am Kuls, the chief missionary for High Priest Qi Beishan. Our visit today is primarily to bring greetings from High Priest Qi Beishan and to express our gratitude for the supplies you sent."

Ye Hai couldn't help but curse silently: *What a load of nonsense. If you're here to offer greetings and thanks, where are the gifts? How can you come empty-handed and still claim to be polite? Does your mother know you're like this?*

This Shesha Sect was truly stingy. He had let Qiao deliver supplies mainly to familiarize himself with the local power brokers and gather intelligence; he hadn't expected anything in return, but to show up without even a small gift was just bad luck.

Though he grumbled inwardly, Ye Hai kept a beaming smile as he seated his guests and ordered some bread and snacks to be served. Once they were settled, Ye Hai didn't beat around the bush.

"Master Kuls, please convey my thanks to High Priest Qi Beishan for his care. We have much to rely on the High Priest for as we make a living in this area. Besides, for a person of your stature, Master Kuls, to grace us with your presence, there must be other matters at hand. Please, speak freely; if it is within my power, I shall not refuse."

Kuls efficiently tore the bread into small pieces and put them into his mouth with practiced elegance. Yet, Ye Hai could clearly see that this group had been starving for a long time. Everyone ate with great speed, cleaning the small trays of bread until not a single crumb remained. After finishing, they looked around with lingering desire, as if checking to see if their companions had any leftovers to spare. Despite this, they maintained a certain air of "sanctimonious dignity."

Ye Hai chuckled internally. It was clear these guys were not core members of the sect; otherwise, they wouldn't have been reduced to such a state.

After wolfing down the bread, Kuls took a gulp of tea and spat the tea leaves onto the floor, much like the old professors back home who drank tea from large jars.

"Is this tea from Chaos Planet?" Kuls asked. "This bitter taste truly aligns with the teachings of our Shesha Sect!"

Hearing this, Ye Hai was terrified the man would follow up with, "Benefactor, you have an affinity with our sect..." Seeing Kuls drink tea like a cow chewing on a peony made Ye Hai’s eyelid twitch. As a person from Earth, he had a natural love for tea, but neither Giant Tree Planet nor Chaos Planet treated tea as a staple beverage. It was only because Nangong had blood from Sea Wolf Planet that he enjoyed tea and had managed to procure some for Ye Hai. Clearly, the old man before him was no tea connoisseur.

Ye Hai just smiled faintly, offering no response, and waited quietly for them to state their purpose.

After setting down his teacup, Kuls smiled and said, "Our visit to Lord Ye Hai’s territory is actually for the purpose of proselytizing. Since the outbreak of the virus, the people of Zombie Planet have lived in misery and despair. The Shesha Sect was established under our great leader with the mission of relieving suffering and leading everyone out of despair. Lord Ye Hai, having traveled to many places, must have deeply felt the thick despair enveloping this planet! The purpose of the Shesha Sect is to erase the uncertainty in people's hearts... to temper oneself through suffering and wait for the grace of the Shesha God to save the masses! Therefore, I hope Lord Ye Hai will support our missionary work."

After hearing this, Ye Hai almost cursed out loud. *I’m treating you to good food and drink, and you want to dig up my roots?*

Ye Hai had seen enough of religion back on Earth. The Crusades, Holy Wars—all were driven by religious conflict. In modern times, the causes of various wars in the Middle East were also rooted in religious friction. *Let you proselytize within the Corpse Hunter organization? Forget it! Who would my subordinates listen to then—me, or your Shesha Sect?*

Just as Ye Hai was about to refuse, his eyes suddenly rolled. He then said, "Since the Shesha Sect wishes to proselytize here, I naturally will not object..."

Hearing this, Kuls and the other missionaries cast satisfied glances at one another. But Ye Hai’s next words left them stunned.

"Actually, most people in my camp also possess a firm faith! We, too, hope to lead everyone out of despair. Furthermore, the High Priest of the sect we believe in... happens to be in this very camp. I have always advocated for freedom of belief. Since I have permitted you to proselytize in my camp, would it be possible for our faith to be spread in the black market as well? As far as I know, there are still some survivors in the black market without faith, and we would like them to experience the great power of our belief!"

After a long silence, Kuls asked, "May I ask what the sect in Lord Ye Hai’s camp is called? And would we have the honor of meeting the High Priest?"

Ye Hai smiled slightly, nodded, and replied, "The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster... High Priest Zela would certainly welcome you all..."