Chapter 423 Guilt Loses Its Fig Leaf

In addition to the chains tangled all over the room, there were countless bloodstains on the walls, the floor, and even on the girl's body.

She remained indifferent when she heard the sound of the elevator door opening. She didn't even raise her head and sat there lifelessly without any reaction. She looked more like a dead object than a human. There was no life in her body, and she blended in with the gloomy room.

"Is that your high priest?" Zhong Mu was stunned and couldn't believe it.

After all, he had seen the high priests from both the Forgotten City and the Twin Cities. Even though the high priest from the Forgotten City didn't live in a very good environment and wasn't in good health, it was far from this. As the former representative of God, he actually lived worse than the residents outside.

"Hmm..." The questioned divine messengers turned their heads away guiltily, "It was the city lord who imprisoned her here, and he also ordered us not to come up here normally."

"Because she is useful to Lifefall City, and the high priest can't die, we don't even need to worry about her living needs. It's enough to just come up and see her when she's working."

Zhong Mu frowned, "Work?"

The messengers slowly lowered their heads, "When... we need a limb..."

"But I haven't seen the high priest for a while. I heard from others in the main city that the high priest seems to be seeking death and his body has stopped healing on its own. We don't know whether it's true or not."

Zhong Mu remained silent. The people in this city were truly terrifying. Not to mention those outside the main city, there were also many messengers of God in the main city. However, among so many people, not a single one showed any sympathy for the high priest.

To them, the person imprisoned inside is neither a human nor a high priest, but merely an indispensable tool of the City of Life.

If there was just one person with kindness, or even compassion, this City of Life would not be completely untouched.

"Unlock it." Zhong Mu no longer wanted to condemn their indifference, so he just nodded lightly.

"Will the high priest be willing to help us summon God? The high priest must hate us very much, right?" The messengers stepped forward hesitantly, not daring to take another look at the girl inside.

With the death of the city lord, their guilt lost its fig leaf. Facing the high priest was like facing their sins directly, and their voices became lower.

"I will go in and negotiate with her. If you don't want her to be upset, you guys should stay away from her." Zhong Mu instructed the gods' messengers. As soon as the lock was opened, he led Mu He in.

Although he could smell the blood through the iron fence, when he actually stepped inside, the stronger smell of blood rushed straight to his head, making Zhong Mu frown. This place was dark, cold, and almost full of blood. He could hardly imagine how people could survive in such a place.

"Doctor, please check her health first. I'll go open the window." Zhong Mu didn't dare to approach the girl rashly, fearing that her clothes would be torn. He turned around and opened the curtains through the iron bars.

The light from outside the window shines into this dark and gloomy place, and the cold iron fences reflect the ruthless light in the sunlight.

Sensing the change in light and shadow, the locked girl moved slightly and slowly raised her head.

It was a pale face, without a trace of blood on the cheeks and lips, and the whole face was extremely thin, full of haggardness and illness. There was no vitality in the black pupils, only trance and dullness.

She raised her head, but did not look at Mu He in front of her. Instead, she slowly turned her head to look at the source of the light, which was the direction of Zhong Mu.

The black curtains that blocked the light and shadow were lifted. Looking out from the narrow window, the bright sunshine and clear sky were so gorgeous that it seemed like another world in her eyes.

Zhong Mu stood in front of the window against the light, his figure moving in front of the window, pulling open all the curtains that covered the entire room, as if tearing away the haze.

"God... is back?" The girl murmured weakly and dumbly, never thinking that one day she would see the sun again.

After her light voice sounded, she immediately received a response, "No, God will not come back."

"But we will get you out."

The high priestess was in a trance for a long time. Her eyes slowly moved from the figure in front of the window to the person in front of her. When she saw the person in front of her, she smiled palely, "You... aren't you the gods who came to save me?"

Every minute she spent here, she prayed for God to return and for her beloved God to save her from here.

But the more I prayed, the more disappointed I became because God did not show up.

God abandoned this place, causing her to become the target of public criticism, causing her to suffer unbearable pain and become a victim of the Fallen City.

She hated God and the people in Mingyue City, and cursed this place with an extremely deep resentment.

But no matter whether it was expectation or resentment, it could not change anything. She would still be tortured here for a long time and could not even die.

God used to be an extremely noble and sacred existence in everyone's heart, representing hope and beauty, but for the high priest at this moment, the two people who brought her light also represented hope and beauty, and they were no different from God.

"I'm not interested in becoming a god." Mu He responded with a smile, then slowly lowered his head and groped towards the girl's hand that was shackled by the chain. After feeling the unusual touch on her arm, he was silent for a few seconds, then groped a little further up her arm.

"Are the scars on your body never going away, or are these newly added recently?" Mu He had some guess in his mind, but still asked politely.

"I don't know either..." The high priest slowly lowered his eyes to his arms. "In the past, people came to chop them down every day. I couldn't tell which ones were eliminated and which ones were added."

"I understand." Mu He nodded. Fearing that the other party was too depressed, he immediately added: "Don't worry about these. I can help you remove them with ointment."

The high priest reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

Zhong Mu, who heard the conversation between the two, was confused and quietly stretched his head to take a look from a few steps away. This look made him stunned.

The high priestess's arms, which were almost skin and bones, were covered with scars in all directions, almost covering most of the skin area layer by layer, which looked extremely terrifying. And it was not only on her arms, but also her neck, ankles, and anywhere else that could be seen were covered with such scars.

Even if the scar on the skin is removed, the scar in the heart will probably be difficult to eliminate.

He was locked up here every day, constantly providing the physical needs of the residents of Lifefall City, using God's regenerative power to die and be resurrected. I'm afraid every cell in this body has been replaced.

What is the difference between these days of excruciating pain and seemingly endless suffering and torture?