“…”

Faced with Su Lin, a guy who has little modern common sense, Su Mingan really wants to leave.

In fact, this so-called world culture exhibition was nothing interesting to him.

However, just when he was about to leave, this young man in modern clothes, including a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers, appeared.

It has only been two days, and when this legendary "god" appeared again, he was dressed so up-to-date.

I don’t know which clothing matching book Su Lin referred to.

"There is no shadow stand-in. These people pretend to be me because they like me," Su Mingan explained.

"I see." Su Lin nodded, as if he understood: "Sacrificial ceremony?"

Su Mingan: "?"

...How could Su Lin's thoughts jump to such an extent?

"This is a place similar to the Light Temple in Praya." Su Lin said, "Reenact the achievements of past heroes, or dress up as servants of God to hold rallies to inspire newcomers to become the new knights and soul hunters... When I was in Yunshang City, I saw Praya residents holding similar sacrificial activities."

Su Mingan: "..."

Su Mingan: "You can understand it this way."

"That huge altar has a unique style." Su Lin looked at the stage where "Ready Player One and His Lighthouse Lover" was being performed. "The dance of these people is very unique and much more delicate than Praya's dance... The fabric of their clothes is also unique. The texture looks much better than the cloth clothes worn by the residents, and it doesn't look like linen..."

At this moment, the two actors on the stage were singing in unison, and the story progressed to the part where "First Player" and "Lighthouse" were fighting side by side in the copy.

High-pitched background music sounded, accompanied by the sound of swords and guns. The actors who played the monsters in the copy fell to the ground one after another. The scene looked extremely weird.

...It really looks no different from a sacrifice.

Su Lin seemed to be observing carefully. His eyes swept across the face of the host beside the stage, and his tone was inquiring: "It's a smart way to harvest the power of faith in heroes by recreating the scenes of the actors. Moreover... everyone in your place has one precious sound transmission gem. The material conditions seem to be really good. This music doesn't seem to be played by humans. What's the principle... remote sound transmission? Or energy matching..."

"And." He continued to observe: "The food sold along the way is actually a lot of things that are complicated to make and can't fill the stomach. It's really too luxurious. Your world has developed so many kinds of edible food, but most of them only focus on appearance, and are flashy snacks...

By the way, I saw that there is also a drink called "milk tea", which seems to be very popular. I saw that almost every young person had a cup of it. Does this liquid have any added value to your body functions? Or can it quickly replenish the body's daily consumption?

...And your age structure, in this sacrificial site that should be dominated by middle-aged and elderly people, all I see are young people and children..."

It's like a god descending to earth to inspect the human world.

Su Lin observed the scenes at the comic convention and made some outrageous observations that had nothing to do with reality.

Su Mingan already wanted to leave.

He just turned around and was about to take a step forward, but suddenly heard Su Lin sigh behind him.

The sigh was very light, without any overly heavy emotion, but more of a sense of melancholy.

Su Mingan turned his head.

Su Lin had his hands in his pockets, his head raised, observing the colorful light shining down from the top of the venue. The light shone on his young face, and he seemed to be studying the architectural structure here.

"However, although the material conditions are very good, in my opinion, this world is also very ordinary," said Su Lin.

"Really?" Su Mingan turned around and looked at him. "Isn't this world without war, prohibiting direct harm, and with superior material conditions what you dream of? These people have rich living conditions and are all very happy. They smile much more than the residents of Praia."

Su Lin's gaze slowly slid across the smiling faces of passers-by.

He lowered his head, straightened his very trendy lettered sweatshirt, and tucked the turned-out long sleeves into the sleeves of the sweatshirt, with some effort.

He seemed to have just gotten used to this way of matching clothes, and he didn't even fix his sleeves and collar. He even wore a sweatshirt with a white shirt. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Not entirely." He lowered his head and said, "The souls of the people in your world... are too monotonous in my eyes. Almost everyone has a rotten smell. This is the overflow result of too abundant resources and too low pressure in life. They... are completely different from the people in Praia that I love."

"Really? Then..." Su Mingan paused.

He suddenly noticed that people were gradually stopping around him.

Perhaps attracted by these two "perfectly restored cosplayers", more and more people have approached this side on their own initiative, and some have even called on their friends to form a siege.

"Let's talk somewhere else." Su Mingan immediately put on the fox mask.

Su Lin glanced at the passerby who seemed to be taking pictures of him: "Strange."

He glanced at the players who were eager to make a move, some of whom even wanted to approach him for a photo. "They don't seem to be afraid of me?"

He found it very novel.

The fear of strength and power has almost become the nature of the people of Praia. In the past, when his heirs went to Praia, even if they wore a mask, they would face looks of fear or admiration. No one had ever looked at him so... so boldly, so blatantly.

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