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Moments later, the woman returned to the hut with the sect believer who had distributed the food.
The believer glanced at the man lying on the straw mat, his eyes wide open, no longer breathing. A dirty handprint could still be clearly seen on his neck.
"Sir, my whole family served the Holy Mother and chanted scriptures all day. According to the rules, we should get two bowls of porridge, the kind that can hold a pair of chopsticks upright."
The woman's eyes appeared calm, but beneath that calmness was madness.
The believer's expression became serious, and he immediately nodded.
"Indeed, I must have been mistaken earlier. Your family is the most devout of our believers, and soon a priest will personally visit. At that time, I will report to the priest, and not only will you be able to eat your fill, but you might even receive a house."
