Chapter 368: Is there anything more exciting than the God of Death standing in front of you ready to slaughter the whole city?
After hesitating for a few seconds, the fortune teller rushed to the street lamp next to him and hugged it tightly.
The entire area they were in was lifted high into the sky by something invisible.
This street tore through the ground and flew into the air. Not only the people on it panicked, but people in other places in the Forgotten City also panicked when they suddenly saw a street flying up.
"It's a miracle! A miracle has come!"
In this world, anything that is wrong is a manifestation of God's power. Everyone who saw this strange phenomenon hurriedly knelt on the ground and began to pray.
Li Mo stood at the door, simply dug out this area, threw it into the air with his hidden tentacles, and then put it back. For him, such a big movement was just like grabbing a prank toy, lifting it up and putting it back, but for everyone on this ground, it was a brand new experience.
They had never been so high in the sky before, and they had to endure the feeling of weightlessness from the sudden rise and fall. Even after returning to the stable ground, their hearts were still pounding and they could not calm down at all. Their legs were so weak that they could not move.
"Yes, it is the power of God..." someone muttered, and taking advantage of his weak legs to kneel on the ground and began to pray and worship.
When one person does it, others will be influenced and start to follow suit. Most of the people in the Forgotten Society acknowledged the coming of God after this incident. After all, such a horrible thing could not be done by a fortune teller. Only a powerful God could easily destroy the entire city, or be kind enough to save them from dire straits.
Rather than being destroyed, they would naturally choose to be saved.
Choosing a fortune teller who can only give verbal guidance but has no actual power is definitely not as good as the powerful being that Faith has just witnessed.
With a disguise, Li Mo was pushed onto the platform of God. Even though he didn't want to be a god here, the residents of the Forgotten City already believed in him.
Li Mo looked at the believers kneeling on the ground, then slowly looked at Zhong Mu beside him and whispered, "I don't have the power to keep them sane or restore their memories. How can I be their god?"
"Well, let's talk about this later." Zhong Mu turned around and muttered, then continued to face the residents who had already knelt in worship and said seriously: "Originally, God would have saved you, but your previous attitude was too disrespectful, especially you!"
He pointed at the fortune teller and said, "You slandered the gods as evil. The gods no longer intend to stay in this filthy place. You will all perish on your own!"
After saying that, Zhong Mu immediately turned around, pulled Li Mo into the house, and closed the door, letting the wailing outside go on.
"Are you just going to leave them alone?" The priest sat by the window and watched the noisy cries for mercy outside. He had finally gained the trust of the residents, so he was quite surprised that they just left them alone.
"No rush. They won't cherish what they get easily. They may even question us repeatedly because we are too proactive. We just have to teach them a lesson!" Zhong Mu hummed. Just before he left, he specifically pointed out that the gods were unwilling to stay in this city to protect them because of the fortune teller's nonsense. Therefore, those who wanted the gods to save them now probably hated the fortune teller.
Isn't it easy to destroy his voice and respect here?
"Well, I understand." The high priest nodded, then looked at Zhong Mu dimly, "You are better at grasping the hearts of the people than a fortune teller."
Zhong Mu scratched his head awkwardly, "I learned it from someone else."
"But our problem now is to deal with the impact of the Forgotten City." Zhong Mu could have taken Li Mo and left without caring about the ruined city, but he thought that once they left, the high priest would be visited frequently. Even if the fortune teller died, the subsequent development of the city would become more and more extreme, and ordinary residents would gradually go crazy. When they were desperate, they would definitely come to trouble the high priest.
As the only high priest in the city who has some connection with the gods, he will be watched no matter what.
They must resolve the troubles in the Forgotten City, and then leave here and focus on other things. Otherwise, Zhong Mu will be worried about this and won't be able to sleep well at night.
"The influence of the Forgotten City..." the priest sighed, "I'm afraid only the return of the original gods can bring relief."
But judging by the current situation, the hope of the original gods returning is so slim that it is almost impossible.
"There's another way." Zhong Mu clapped his hands. "I remember that the curse of the Forgotten City that causes people to forget comes from this city itself, this area, right?"
Zhong Mu clearly remembered that the first sentence on the Forgotten City rule sheet was: The Forgotten City is a cursed land, a gathering place for pitiful people. We are all people forgotten by the world, we are all wanderers.
This sentence clearly shows the abnormality of this city. The city is a cursed place, and the people gathered here are all people who have been forgotten. Including people from other worlds like Zhong Mu and Li Mo, who were selected to the Forgotten City for similar reasons. This place will attract people with the same attributes.
"Since this city is the cursed land, why don't people leave it?"
The high priest pondered for a few seconds. "Originally, we wouldn't go to other cities because believers in each city must stay in the area where the god is and cannot leave the god's side."
"Because the gods were here before, the curse wasn't effective, so they didn't think about leaving. After the gods disappeared, all the cities fell into chaos. People were not allowed to enter or leave the neighboring Twin Cities, and they couldn't go to the Eternal Life City either, so everyone stayed where they were."
"So..." Zhong Mu crossed his arms and said seriously, "Now that the gods are gone, everyone has no shelter and can leave this city."
Li Mo, who was standing by, suggested quietly, "The Twin Cities next door have returned to peace. Perhaps we can go there."
"You can leave, but I doubt anyone would want to." The priest sighed and shook his head. "You are not from this world. You don't know how deeply the influence of the gods is rooted in everyone's hearts. Leaving this city is like abandoning this god and no longer believing in it."
"A god can suddenly disappear for some reason, but believers won't resent him. They'll just wait for his return. They'll almost never give up on him and leave his realm."
Zhong Mu couldn't help but frown, "Faith is really scary."
"But which is more important, faith or life? If you lose your life, how can you still have faith?"
"Of course..." The priest hesitated and said, "It should be because life is more important. The Forgotten City has been brewing for so long, I think everyone is almost crazy, and the gods have not appeared yet. The god you pushed up may be able to change everyone's minds, but at present, it seems that the pushing force is not enough for everyone to leave this city."
"That's easy!" Zhong Mu clapped his hands with a smile, "As long as life is more important than faith, I can find a way to encourage them to leave."
If he remembered correctly, Brother Xiu would come to this city to find his boyfriend after he had resolved the issues in Twin Cities!
What could be more exciting than having the God of Death standing right in front of you ready to slaughter the entire city?
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