Some residents remained at the motel camp; probably smugglers and ruin hunters passing through. However, Jiang Baimian didn't rush to contact them. After all, they were unfamiliar with the place, and vigilance was the prevailing mindset here. The others might not be willing to talk, and it could even lead to misunderstandings.

Therefore, after telling the opening of that Old World story, Jiang Baimian sent everyone back to their rooms to rest and recuperate.

The next morning, after a simple breakfast, they drove Old Geely along the road outside the park to the lakeside.

A dusty, gray sedan that blended in perfectly with the environment was already parked there, with a person inside wearing a thin veil over their head.

Although Jiang Baimian knew that this was a custom of Redstone Town brought about by the Cautious Church, she still found the sight a little strange.

At this moment, a lyric came from Shang Jianyao's beloved little speaker:

"I'm going to bomb the school..."

"Stop! Turn it off. Time to work," Jiang Baimian, sitting in the passenger seat, ordered, looking ahead.

As they approached, the person in the headscarf rolled down the window and shouted:

"Follow me!"

"Why should we?" Shang Jianyao retorted without showing any weakness.

The person with the headscarf was stunned:

"Didn't the Bishop invite you?"

"Perpetual vigilance!" Shang Jianyao shouted the "long-prepared" slogan.

The person with the headscarf was dumbfounded and didn't know how to persuade the other party, but was unwilling to give up and go back to ask Bishop Renato to come over.

Long Yuehong in the jeep had to admit that when Shang Jianyao's target wasn't himself, the "humorous effect" he created was quite good.

Jiang Baimian decided not to tolerate Shang Jianyao's nonsense any longer. She opened the car window and shouted:

"Lead the way!"

The Redstone Town resident in the thin veil breathed a sigh of relief and started the car.

They drove along the lakeside road toward the mountains on the edge of the city ruins.

The road seemed to have been repaired, with no major potholes or obstacles. After nearly twenty minutes, they left the "city" and arrived at a fortress-like two-story building.

Renato, wearing a black cloak and a white mask with black patterns, stood on the second-floor balcony of the "fortress" and said to Bai Chen and the others:

"Please come in."

"Data characteristics match. Preliminary judgment is that it's the same person as last night, no replacement," Jiang Baimian said after comparing the recorded content in the auxiliary chip.

In this place where everyone hated showing their faces, she could only judge whether it was the target by recording body characteristics, voice features, and electrical signal data.

--Electrical signals cannot exist as unique identifiers like fingerprints and irises. However, due to differences in physical conditions and exercise habits, electrical signals may still exhibit certain differences. In addition, changes in a person's physical condition and current actions can also cause changes in electrical signals. Therefore, electrical signal data can only be used as a reference.

Having received Jiang Baimian's confirmation, Long Yuehong and the others opened the door and got out of the car, following the veiled "guide" into the sturdy-looking gray and white "fortress."

At this time, Renato had come down from the second floor and was waiting for them in the hall.

"Is this your church?" Jiang Baimian looked around with interest.

Red was used extensively here, giving a sense of danger and the need for sufficient vigilance.

Interspersed among the red were golden hues, as if representing some kind of holiness.

On the wall at the deepest part of the hall was a huge symbol—a white door, half-open, with a shadowy female figure hidden in the darkness behind it.

"The part above ground is," Renato said truthfully.

"And the part below ground?" Jiang Baimian asked, pressing further.

She didn't mind being seen as the leader of the team.

Because in that case, if anything unexpected happened, she would be attacked first, and she believed she had a faster reaction speed and a higher survival probability than the other members, including Shang Jianyao.

At this time, Shang Jianyao was muttering to himself:

"Tomato scrambled eggs."

Clearly, he was referring to the color scheme here.

However, he didn't make a gesture to wipe the corner of his mouth.

This made Jiang Baimian suspect that he was missing his friend Little Chong—the child suspected of being the "King of the Heartless," who had a tomato scrambled egg-colored outfit.

Renato answered Jiang Baimian's earlier question:

"The underground part is probably ten times the size of the above-ground part and belongs to Mr. DiMarco."

"Ten times? Was it built after the Old World was destroyed, or did it exist originally?" Bai Chen asked on behalf of the "Old Task Force" members.

Renato explained simply:

"Mr. DiMarco's ancestor was a doomsday enthusiast who believed that disaster would eventually befall the earth.

"He spent a fortune and hired specialized personnel to build an underground shelter sufficient for hundreds of people to survive for many years, said to have as many as ten floors.

"He himself didn't get to use the shelter, but he left a gospel for his descendants. Mr. DiMarco's great-grandfather successfully survived the destruction of the Old World and the wars of the Chaotic Era thanks to this shelter."

Hearing this, Long Yuehong felt a sense of relief for some reason:

So many people in the Old World had a sense of crisis and built underground shelters in advance. The only difference between the company and them was that it built a larger one... uh, an excessively large one...

Renato's narration had not yet stopped:

"Afterward, before his death, he converted to my Lord 'Lonely Gorge' and permanently leased the above-ground part to our church.

"With this church, we gained a foothold in Redstone Town."

Speaking of this, Renato couldn't help but praise:

"Vigilance is a divine indication!"

"Your Ashlands language is great," Shang Jianyao praised.

Renato smiled:

"More than half of the people in Redstone Town speak Ashlands language."

"I see..." Jiang Baimian then asked, "Is Mr. DiMarco considered a Redstone Town resident?"

She had developed a considerable interest in the DiMarco family.

--A family that has been passed down since before the destruction of the Old World may have some important information.

"Yes, he is the honorary mayor," Renato explained simply. "Redstone Town initially existed because Mr. DiMarco's great-grandfather and grandfather exchanged supplies with the outside world, attracting a group of merchants and wasteland wanderers. If Mr. DiMarco wasn't unwilling to leave his 'Underground Ark,' he would definitely be the real mayor now."

"Mr. DiMarco has never been to the surface?" Bai Chen didn't expect that there were such people besides "Pangu Biology" employees.

"Not only is he unwilling to go to the surface, but he also doesn't allow anyone to enter the 'Underground Ark,' except for the fixed collection of servants once a year. But those servants will also receive at least half a year of observation and training on the top floor of the 'Underground Ark.' How vigilant!" Renato exclaimed sincerely. "If it weren't for the need to invite you here to help this time, no one would have actively mentioned Mr. DiMarco's affairs to you."

If he couldn't enter the "Underground Ark," he might have wanted to personally award DiMarco a "Devout Believer" medal.

"Who is responsible for the DiMarco family's external transactions?" Jiang Baimian asked further.

"Mr. DiMarco's three butlers are each responsible for a part," Renato said, pointing to an elevator on the edge of the hall. "Let's go to the place where we hold Mass."

During his conversation with the four members of the "Old Task Force," there wasn't a single church member present in the entire hall. Even the man who had led the way earlier had disappeared.

This made the church seem extremely quiet, empty, and terrifying.

Of course, Jiang Baimian and the others could detect that there were people hidden in many key positions.

After entering the elevator, Renato pressed the button for negative one.

"Didn't you say the underground part belongs to Mr. DiMarco?" Bai Chen asked keenly.

Renato hummed in agreement:

"This floor is actually the dividing area between the 'Underground Ark' and the above-ground building.

"When Mr. DiMarco isn't training and observing servants on this floor, he will let us use it for Mass."

Shang Jianyao immediately asked:

"Is this floor suitable for hide-and-seek?"

"Hiding ritual," Renato emphasized.

As he spoke, the elevator had finished descending and opened its doors.

Ahead was a small hall with multiple passages leading to different places.

Renato, wearing a white mask with black patterns, continued:

"This place is very large, with many rooms and many corridors, making it a suitable place to hide.

"If not here, we might have to designate an area in the city ruins to hold Mass, which would be even harder to find."

Bai Chen looked around and said:

"Take us on a tour first. It's best not to have any omissions."

Only after surveying the scene could they discuss the subsequent compensation.

"Alright," Renato said without hesitation, leading the "Money-Bai Team" into the first passage on the right.

This area seemed to be planned for living quarters, with many rooms of the same size, each furnished with old single beds, double beds, bunk beds, and various cabinets and chairs.

"We've already searched all the places that can be searched," Renato emphasized as he led the way. "We also have people guarding the entrances and exits such as elevators and stairs during Mass."

"We won't blindly believe it!" Shang Jianyao had waited a long time for this opportunity.

This made Renato speechless.

Bai Chen, who had temporarily become the leader of the scene, had to help by adding:

"The previous search process can only be used as a reference, otherwise it will interfere with our judgment and lead to the omission of some important places."

Renato expressed his understanding and praised:

"Professional."

At this time, Jiang Baimian frowned slightly and looked towards the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Let's continue forward," she said.

No one objected.

As they walked, Shang Jianyao and Renato simultaneously turned their gazes towards the space above the corner ahead.

That was the ceiling.

"Who's up there?" Renato quickened his pace and asked loudly.

Soon, the bars of a vent on the ceiling were removed, and a person jumped down.

It was a boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with soft yellow hair plastered to the top of his head and green eyes full of joyful light.

Standing at just over five feet tall, he looked at Renato and gave a harmless smile:

"Good morning, Your Excellency the Bishop."

He used Red River language.

Renato's voice sank, and he replied in Red River language:

"Vier, where were you hiding before?"