After placing three bunches of yellow chrysanthemums in front of the tomb, Su Mingan turned around.

"Su Xiaobai, do you need help? You..." Han Han looked at Su Ming'an with some fear and shock in his eyes.

There is no other reason - the god dressed in pure white stood quietly outside the cemetery, waiting for Su Mingan to finish laying flowers.

"Please pass the news that I was taken away by the gods to Li Yuxuan of the Urban Guardian Department, and ask him to find a way to pass the news to Noel, the member of the coalition government." Su Mingan said: "Please."

The three of them looked at each other and nodded slowly. They had no ability to keep Su Mingan and could only help him pass the message.

Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the god.

"...Su Xiaobai." Han Han's voice came from behind: "Although I haven't been with you for long, please... take care of yourself."

Su Mingan nodded.

Those who were taken away by the Holy Alliance Army never came back. They were either imprisoned for life or died under the punishment of fire. There is probably no difference between the gods and the Holy Alliance Army.

"If, I mean if, if the gods are not here to punish you, can you ask Him to allow us to paint?" Han Han looked a little shy: "I really want to try to paint flowers from decades ago."

"Literature, art, and ballads." Su Mingan still didn't look back, but answered Han Han's words: "Human history should not be limited to just a few years. If anything we are making will not be preserved, it will only be preserved in the future."

Live a dying life.”

Su Ming'an will not resist. This entire world is the territory of the gods. If the gods insist on coming to Novice Village to do him unreasonably, he has no choice.

He originally thought that the gods would teleport him away with a "swish", but the gods turned around and seemed to be walking.

"Where are you taking me?" Su Mingan said.

The god raised his head. At this time, night replaced the setting sun. The dazzling light dissipated. Only then did Su Mingan see his face clearly. His eyebrows were deep and his pupils were light. He was too perfect to be like a real person. It was difficult to distinguish between male and female. He had a marble sculpture-like appearance.

Beauty.

"Go to my address." The spirit said, "Let's walk there and take a walk with me."

For some reason, Su Ming'an saw anticipation in his eyes.

"I want to go to the ruins at night..." Su Mingan wanted to express his rejection.

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"Okay, I'll go with you." Su Mingan immediately changed his mind.

They walked out of the cemetery and walked along the bridge across the river. When pedestrians saw them, they immediately showed expressions as if they had seen ghosts.

"...Am I wrong?"

"Is this fake? Is someone pretending to be a god?"

"You're crazy! How could someone dare to pretend and risk their lives! Is this... is it true?"

The murmur became louder and louder, and then disappeared in an instant. They all realized that this might be the real Lord God, so in an instant, Su Mingan felt that the atmosphere around him had completely changed.

fanaticism.

——A fanaticism like a burning fire. A fanaticism like a spark igniting a forest.

This fiery emotion quickly spread across the prairie fire and reflected on everyone's face. It was as if something invisible was burning in their hearts.

No matter what they were doing, they all put down the work at hand and knelt down towards the gods. Even their breathing became moist. The piety in their eyes alarmed Su Ming'an. They seemed to be puppets controlled by some kind of fanatical emotion.

Some kind of invisible thread pulls me, as if I have lost myself.

——God, Lord God.

——If you meet once, you will have no regrets in this life. We are your loyal believers and are willing to dedicate everything to you, whether it is body or soul.

——We thank and praise you, thank you for blessing our lives. You came to this world from your throne in heaven and brought us rain, dew and dew.

——O merciful spirit, you are the beacon, the road, and even all truth!

People were kneeling on the ground, tapping their foreheads on the ground, and chanting hymns in a low voice. Numerous heads were knocked on the ground, from the bridge across the river to the invisible distance. It seemed as if Su Mingan was going through some grand sacrificial ceremony.

However, he knew that this was just a walk by God. People's belief in Him had reached an extremely terrifying level, almost a kind of ideological seal.

It wasn't until people from the local church and the Holy Alliance Army arrived, and the bishop tremblingly knelt down before the god, that the god cast his gaze like a charity.

"Lord God, you have not appeared in the world for a long time..." the bishop whispered: "Do you have any instructions?"

"Take a walk." The voice of the god was so faint that it was almost inaudible. He walked straight past the large number of lambs that surrendered to Him, as if they were just a pile of inconspicuous sand on the roadside.

Only then did the bishop realize that there was a young man next to the Lord God. He looked too young. How could this young man be so good as the Lord God?

At this time, the military and the City Guards Department also rushed here and knelt down quickly. Although they did not show extremely passionate emotions, there was respect visible to the naked eye on their faces.

Among them, Su Mingan saw several acquaintances. In addition to Yi Zhongyu, there was also Cardinal Narfas who once criticized the Lighthouse Cult as a cult on the Internet. Su Mingan even saw the top players Eli and Agnes.

They looked at Su Mingan like they had seen a ghost, their eyes full of shock. They probably guessed that the intern Su Xiaobai was the number one player.

...This is only the fifth day of the dungeon. How come you are on good terms with the gods?

"Lord God." Narfas knelt down and kissed the upper part of the god's shoe, like a prostrate lamb.

All forces came to pay homage to the gods, just to offer their loyalty. The road was already blocked, and the situation was even better than when the first Dream Patrolman showed up.

But in the invisible shadows, there are also many figures hiding silently in the darkness. They are the minority who do not believe in God, but in this world, "minorities" should not exist.

Looking at the dense crowd, the god could hardly move his feet. He took a few steps forward and almost stepped on the people kneeling on the ground. His expression finally showed a trace of impatience: "Get out of the way."

People immediately retreated, and a stampede almost occurred. The military began to maintain order and let these fanatical people clear a path.

"Lord Spirit, I would like to be with you! I praise you!"

"Lord Spirit, the heavens will speak of your glory, the rivers and winds will sing your good name, I praise you!"

Su Mingan walked forward with difficulty. People's words of praise resounded throughout the land without hesitation, one after another.

Until he passed by Cardinal Narfas. Narfas, who denounced the Lighthouse Church on the Internet, was extremely devout at this time. His head was so low that the bridge of his nose could hardly be seen.

"Why do you believe in gods so much?" Su Mingan asked.

There was a blank look on Narfas's face for a while. He couldn't believe what he heard - such bold words!

But the spirit just glanced at this side lightly, without getting angry or stopping, and allowed Su Ming'an to say anything. He even stopped and waited for Su Ming'an to catch up.

Narfas looked at Su Mingan, and he realized that this young man might be the envoy chosen by the gods, so the gods would indulge him.

Then the anger on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a new kind of respect. He lowered his head and whispered to Su Mingan: "God is omniscient and omnipotent. He has protected us from natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis.

For us, He also killed the foreign enemies who came to invade the old world. Therefore, we should prostrate ourselves as His lambs so that the light of His glory may remain in this world.”

"Is this... what's written in your scriptures?" Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Narfas said.

"The history of mankind has been erased by the gods. It is very easy for the gods to fabricate any lies about our past. Do you really believe that all the records in the scriptures are correct?" Su Mingan said.

At this moment, extremely strong anger appeared on Narfas's face. He almost wanted to take action against a disrespectful person like Su Mingan. But when he saw the unchanging god not far away, Narfas took a deep breath.

He said slowly:

"I'll wait...believe it."

The moment his words fell to the ground, other people's heads lowered, as if to express their piety.

Su Mingan's eyebrows drooped slightly, and his heart was filled with bulging emotions, squeezing out a trace of sadness that shouldn't exist.

"You don't think deeply about the authenticity of the scriptures, close your eyes and don't trace history." Su Mingan whispered: "Actually... you just believe in a sense of security."

"Any existence, as long as it can protect you, you will believe in him. No matter his temperament, no matter his name."

"As long as the throne of God exists, you actually don't care who the person on the throne is."

"You believe in gold foil instead of flowers, you believe in iron armor instead of flesh and blood, and you believe in a certain ideological stamp instead of God himself. You are just chasing a long-lasting and stable lighthouse."

There were expressions of shock and anger on people's faces, and they looked at Su Mingan in confusion, as if he was some strange thing - how could he say such a thing, how could he be so bold?

Su Ming'an stood up, and in the silence, his footsteps sounded very loud, tap, tap, tap, like the sound of something beating his heart.

The god was still standing quietly in front, waiting for Su Ming'an to catch up. As Su Ming'an approached, the damp wind on the bridge blew through his black hair, as if his hair was blending with the white hair on one side, whispering.

People silently made way for them.

Although there was silence everywhere, there seemed to be sacred music, as if there were choir children singing around them, and people's eyes were like sacred notes.

Until in the silence, the god spoke—

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Su Mingan was slightly startled. He didn't expect the god to suddenly talk about such a down-to-earth topic.

"No." Su Ming'an said. The attributes are numerical, and it doesn't matter whether he eats or not.

The god nodded, and there was a flash of nostalgia in his eyes, which quickly disappeared without a trace.

While the whole city was kneeling in worship, He seemed to only have eyes for Su Ming'an, who was walking beside Him.

"I'll take you to eat your favorite cabbage stew soup." said the god.

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To be continued...