Meng Yi stood behind the window and stared at Xu Qingsong downstairs. After he turned on his spiritual vision, he did not find the spiritual light in the other's head.

Can't you detect it if it's not in the red fog?

Those two followers of the evil god have some tricks up their sleeves.

The young man with a childish face hesitated for a long time before finally going upstairs.

Meng Yi's face darkened. Did he choose to seduce the two of them?

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

Cen Qiyun asked doubtfully, "Who?"

A slightly trembling voice sounded outside the door: "Xu Qingsong."

Cen Qiyun turned around and looked at Meng Yi. Seeing his gloomy face, she was also shocked.

"Open the door."

Meng Yi secretly clenched his fists, Cen Qiyun pursed her lips, and finally said nothing.

Squeak~

Seeing Cen Qiyun standing behind the door, Xu Qingsong reached into his arms with a nervous look on his face, took out a small package and handed it over.

"This is my... uh, twenty thousand three hundred and sixty-four dollars as a donation to the Holy Church of Wuyu."

Cen Qiyun's frown suddenly relaxed. She first glanced at Meng Yi by the window, then looked at Xu Qingsong with a smile, and said in a cheerful tone:

"I will definitely feel your piety. Hey... why are you standing outside? Come in and sit down!"

Meng Yi's tense body suddenly relaxed. Fortunately, his believers did not let him down.

But this money, both in small and large amounts, what does this guy want to do by taking out all his wealth?

Xu Qingsong stuffed the package into Cen Qiyun's arms and said quickly, "No, no, it's getting late and I have to go to work."

"Goodbye Sister Yun!"

He turned around and walked down the stairs, as if someone was chasing him.

Cen Qiyun didn't even have time to say anything to persuade him to stay.

She turned to look at Meng Yi, her chin slightly raised, with an indescribable sense of pride.

"My God, the believers of God are not stupid. How could they betray so easily?"

"What's more," she said, raising her head, "I personally gave the revelation, and God has not abandoned His believers!"

But Cen Qiyun was a little puzzled: "Why didn't he ask us for help?"

"How would I know? Ask him after the situation is resolved."

Meng Yi exhaled lightly, "Praise the redemption!"

"Praise the Redemption!"

He walked into the second bedroom and entered the red mist space. The star representing Xu Qingsong was flashing continuously.

He waved.

It looked like it was morning. In the small room, Xu Qingsong lit a candle and kept praying to the savior in his heart.

His body was trembling slightly and he looked very uneasy.

Meng Yi leaned on the stone chair and said softly:

"Don't worry, your God will not abandon his believers."

Under the setting sun, on the gradually desolate street, Xu Qingsong, who was walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looked around in surprise. He seemed to hear someone talking just now.

It must be an illusion... maybe it's because he has been under a lot of psychological pressure recently.

However, he suddenly felt relieved, and his tense spirit seemed to relax a little.

He couldn't help but cross his fingers and lower his head slightly, "My salvation..."

Xu Qingsong is eighteen years old and graduated from school two years ago. He still remembers how excited he was at that time.

Finally, I don’t have to be trapped in a school shrouded in a formation all year round!

It turned out that the world outside was not as beautiful as he thought.

Double shift factory life, neighbors and classmates who are wary of each other, and students who have no connection with each other...

And the god he communicated with for the first time.

Blood Yuan Sacrifice.

He was a powerful righteous god who loved blood and violence. He encouraged his followers to fight and slaughter endlessly.

Xu Qingsong's personality is not suitable for this god, but he has no choice. He has to worship whichever god the ritual communicates with.

Mortals are not qualified to choose.