Chapter 067 Three Sentences Fill the World-weary Villain with Hope (Thirty-Two)

After nightfall, the last ray of warmth dissipated in the cold moonlight.

The cold wind blew across every inch of land, every broken steel bar, and every piece of broken brick and stone on the ruins, making a low, mournful whistle.

Humans, who were busy scavenging wastelands during the day, have long since retreated to their so-called shelters like ants returning to their nests, struggling to survive in the echoes of the past, dreaming of rebuilding civilization while rotting endlessly.

Chen Wenjian stepped into the void, passing through the sparse and dense ruins of the city. The night gathered around him, turning into a long and heavy cloak that shielded him from the night wind and moonlight, but also slowed down his pace like a shackle.

He raised his head and looked coldly at the moon above his head, with strong disgust in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, dark clouds appeared out of thin air, blocking the silver-blue moon.

Since the destruction of the world, the four seasons have remained constant at autumn, and the moon has never lost its corner, making this planet, which was already uninhabitable, even colder and more silent.

Chen Wenjian created this result, but he also hated it.

In the extreme south of the ruins, at the junction of the continent and the ocean, stands a crooked column that reaches into the clouds and directly touches the sun and the moon.

The cylinder is one hundred meters in diameter and is not made of a pure substance, but is composed of a large number of different instruments.

A skeleton made of animal bones, a support made of building debris, and a surface covered in dead vegetation. Together, they form a massive pillar that spirals like a ladder to heaven, supporting a smooth platform at the top, overlooking the human world.

That was the only place Chen Wenjian went after his "death", and it was also a great place to bask in the sun.

Shadow stairs squirmed and took shape beneath his feet, carrying him up to the platform step by step.

There was no sunlight at night, and he felt that the cold moonlight had caused the dark clouds to disappear. At this moment, the only thing that could accompany him was the darkness leaking through his fingers.

Chen Wenjian sat leaning on the edge of the platform, his long legs dangling and swaying slightly in the wind, his eyes lowered as he looked down at the deep, cold and lonely world.

His peripheral vision accidentally swept across the center of the ruins, and his mind couldn't help but tremble, uncontrollably fixed on the ruined park. His eyes gradually became gloomy, and a thin and frail figure was outlined in his eyes.

At Chen Wenjian's level, skin is the weakest disguise in the world. From the first moment he saw Chen Yunli, Chen Wenjian knew that this was not his true appearance.

But Chen Wenjian couldn't describe what he should look like, or perhaps the shadow in his heart didn't fit in with this ruined world.

He didn't want to describe the person carefully and then place him upright in the night before him, so as to tarnish the light on him.

It also tarnishes your own dreams.

Evil gods do not dream. Their dreams will pollute reality, cover the present and the future, and even wipe out the lives as tiny as ants in the cracks of the ruins.

The remaining humans now are just little toys left by Him to entertain Him. He is reluctant to see them die too early, so He gathers as much power as possible to avoid affecting their fate.

However, perhaps he felt that such days were boring from the bottom of his heart, and one day he fell asleep while basking in the sun. In a trance, he had a dream, a colorful and beautiful dream with unique scenery.

The beginning of the dream was still the beginning of his misfortune in this life, but it was not bad, because someone arrived before the arrow of fate, pulled him out of the stinking ditch, washed away the dust and blood of the past, and led him into a short fairy-tale scene.

The dream came suddenly and ended unexpectedly. When Chen Wenjian woke up, his rotten heart, which had not beaten for a long time, felt a sharp pain like being cut by a knife or an axe.

He uncontrollably transformed into a human form, curled up on the platform and endured the long-lost pain and torture. The sunlight that he usually coveted and fascinated fell on his body, but only made him feel freezing cold.

The moment the evil god's power got out of control, day and night were reversed, time was reversed, and the already dilapidated world was baptized by the second round of divine power, with almost nothing left.

If Chen Wenjian had not reversed time after waking up and eliminated this future of desolation, he would now be left with nothing to do but hug half of a tattered planet, and... would not be able to see the person in his dream.

"Although you rejected my invitation and left me once again, I will forgive you this time, considering that you lived up to my expectations and appeared from my dream."

Chen Wenjian looked at the dark clouds in the sky and thought of the warm light that was everywhere in his dreams. He suddenly felt that compared to the moonlight, this dead darkness was more annoying.

"I remember you didn't like the dark..."

He murmured, and tapped lightly with his fingers on the edge of the stone platform. The clouds and fog in the night sky suddenly dissipated, revealing a silver-blue full moon, shining brightly like falling snow.

A curtain of moonlight was cut off by the mighty force and hung in front of Chen Wenjian. The person he was thinking about was reflected in the curtain of light. He was looking up at the prototype of the void above his head and sighing -

Chen Yunli raised his hand and touched the invisible moonlight: "It turns out that the moonlight at the end of the world is also so beautiful."

Chen Qiaoyun walked around the narrow room and just happened to hear his sigh when she came out. She couldn't help but smile: "It's hard to survive in the apocalypse. No matter how beautiful the moon is, it's meaningless if you can't eat it or use it."

"You're right. But it can provide some emotional value in the midst of despair, so it can be considered a kind of meaning."

Chen Yunli answered casually, and when he saw him pick up the broom and rag and go back to clean, he hurried over to help.

"You're still in the mood to clean up, which makes you different from other survivors."

Chen Qiaoyun looked back at him, handed him the wet rag, and pointed to the two wooden beds side by side, indicating that he should wipe the dust off.

"I thought you'd figured it out."

Chen Yunli folded the rag twice and wiped the barbed bed vigorously. "What did you find out? Did you find out that most of the survivors in the shelter are not human, or that the evil god believer just now is more than just a believer?"

Chen Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow: "Are you also a 'person with memories'?"

A tentative question was exchanged for a new term. Chen Yunli asked in return: "What is a person with memories?"

Chen Qiaoyun closed the doors and windows, and the room suddenly became so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

"Your action seems like you are trying to silence someone." Chen Yunli couldn't help but make a joke.

Although she didn't find it funny, Chen Qiaoyun still curled her lips in agreement. "It's just a reflex. If you have memories, you should remember that not long ago the Heretic God attacked this ruin again, and all the survivors died in that attack. But then, for some unknown reason, He pushed back time to before the attack and resurrected all the survivors—not only that, but He also created many more 'survivors'."

He paused, then repeated it again, lowering the final syllable: "A lot..."

"From one hundred to nearly four thousand people?" Chen Yunli asked.

"Yes. So you really do remember."

Chen Qiaoyun let out a suppressed sigh, as if he was carrying a heavy burden and walking alone in the long night, and now he finally met a fellow traveler.

Even if this companion cannot share the burden with him, his presence is a kind of comfort that can support him to go further.

Chen Yunli pushed the window open a little and continued to wipe the bed with the light coming in. After a little thought, he decided not to tell the truth and accept the setting he gave him.

"I do remember. Not only do I remember, I also gained an ability—to distinguish between real people and fake ones in the shelter. By the way, do you have this ability too?"

"No." Chen Qiaoyun shook his head, looking at him with a hint of curiosity. "But those of us who still have memories have developed a set of rules for distinguishing true humans from false ones. One of them is that all followers of the evil gods are not human."

When the so-called believers were mentioned, Chen Yunli recalled their true appearance and wrinkled his nose: "They are lumps of human-shaped black mud, and they look a bit disgusting."

Chen Qiaoyun imagined what he had described, shook his head, and said, "Their appearance isn't the point. The point is, they carry a hint of the evil god's aura. Many true survivors without memories of that time have been approached and bewitched by them, and have also fallen into the evil god's worship. Now, in this huge shelter, there are not many people who can be saved."

“…”

The increasingly serious situation made Chen Yunli feel heavy-hearted. He threw the rag aside and sat down against the headboard. "That black-robed man just now was also human. Is he a person with memories or a fallen one?"

"Neither. He's an outlier in the shelter." Chen Qiaoyun frowned slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled. "He has no memories of that time, yet he's filled with disgust towards the followers of the evil god. He's also wary of everyone in the shelter. I have no idea what's going on with him."

"I'll find a chance to contact him." Chen Yunli raised his hand and placed it on the windowsill. The moonlight, as bright as snow, fell into his eyes. "Before that guy causes trouble."

Chen Qiaoyun stared at him, and in a trance it seemed as if she saw another face on his pale and mediocre face.

…

He went to bed late last night and didn't have to get up early for work, so Chen Yunli slept almost until noon. When he woke up, the doors and windows were open and the sunlight filled the room. Looking out from the door, he could see Chen Qiaoyun busy working with her back to him.

"morning."

As soon as Chen Yunli got out of bed, Chen Qiaoyun said without even turning around, "The toiletries are on the table outside. There's not much water, so don't waste it."

"Toiletries? It's the end of the world, and you still have these..."

Chen Yunli rubbed his face and walked out. Before he could finish his words, he caught a glimpse of the person sitting at the table and immediately showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

“You!…Why are you here?!”

Chen Wenjian smiled and nodded at him, holding his chin. "Good morning. I brought these things. There aren't many of them, so don't be disgusted."

Mouthwash, face wash water, and towels were laid out in front of him. He stretched out his slender fingers and poked the neatly stacked towels, indicating that he could help himself.

“…”

Although the Chinese people's attitude towards religion depends on the number of gifts sent by the church, this is the first time that Chen Yunli has seen the evil god personally send warmth to the people.

Although this matter is new, it is too much of a test on his heart strength.

Chen Yunli frowned and picked up the mouthwash. He rinsed his mouth and then said firmly, "I won't join the church. Even if you give me the shelter, I won't join."

"I know. I'm not here to persuade you to join the church. I'm here to take you away."

Chen Wenjian stood up slowly and walked towards him at a leisurely pace, with a smile on his face.

Chen Yunli was forced to retreat step by step, subconsciously turning his head to look at Chen Qiaoyun. But he saw a dark light falling all around him, freezing the flow of time and making everything still. The two of them were the last "living things" in this rigid world.

"Don't look at him, look at me."

Chen Wenjian pinched his jaw and gently turned his face towards him. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to do, you can tell me. He is just a mortal, and only I can fulfill your wishes. For example... create a dream for you, revive your loved ones, and rebuild your home."

"you……"

Chen Yunli widened his eyes slightly, then realized that he knew that what he said last night was a rejection of him, and he deliberately used these words to shut him up. He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, but also inexplicably relieved.

The only bargaining chip that can impress Chen Wenjian and complete the task is Chen Wenjian's obsession and feelings for him. Although Chen Wenjian is crazy, he still cares about himself, so he still has room to maneuver.

Chen Yunli pushed his fingers away: "Before you ask about my wish, tell me first, what are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing. At most... I'll lock you up in the sunbathing area where I stay, and keep you by my side forever." Chen Wenjian narrowed his eyes and smiled very gently and caringly. "Of course, before that, I can accompany you to finish what you want to do first, so that you can accompany me without distractions, instead of..."

Instead of just leaving as you say in the dream.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunli felt a chill instinctively in his heart, but he also felt that this was indeed what Chen Wenjian would do, and it was what he should do as an evil god.

If he really did this, she would feel at ease. At least she wouldn't have to worry all the time, fearing that he would go crazy in places where he shouldn't go crazy.

Chen Wenjian looked at Chen Yunli's slightly stiff expression, feeling both comfortable and aching in his heart. He chuckled softly, "Or, you can choose to come with me right away."

Chen Yunli looked at him with mixed feelings.

Is this person truly stupid, or just pretending to be? Aren't evil gods said to be able to see through people's hearts? How could they not see his true thoughts?

His only wish could only be fulfilled by being with Chen Wenjian, but no matter whether it could be fulfilled or not, they would eventually have to part ways.

unless……

"You're thinking of some dangerous things."

Chen Wenjian suddenly approached again, relying on his height to cast a shadow that completely covered him.

"...Yeah, I think you look like a lunatic. Is that dangerous?"

Chen Yunli pushed him and slipped past him.

"Aren't you going to accompany me to do what I want to do?" He turned around and hooked his finger at Chen Wenjian, "Let's go. Come with me to meet someone first."

"OK."

Chen Wenjian held his hand, slowly inserted his fingers into his fingers, and held them tightly.

"Let's go."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. A house with black and white colors appeared in front of Chen Yunli. A familiar figure was standing in front of the door, slowly pulling down the hood on his head.

Chen Wenjian took a step forward and put his arm around Chen Yunli's waist: "Look, the person you want to see."