Chapter 34: Divine Judgment (0)

In the pure white space, the plastic flower sat obediently on Zhou Ye's left shoulder, its petals softly leaning against his ear, its plastic eyes following the movement of his hand. Sima Ming sat on a chair beside him, occasionally handing over the tools needed by the original.

The pure hands on the clay table were not affected by the two at all.

At this moment, Zhou Ye was wearing a three-finger sheath on his left hand, using his thumb, index finger and middle finger to pinch a head that was about to take shape. His right hand was not wearing any protective gear, holding a wooden clay knife, carefully shaping every detail on it.

The clay head had the facial features of a young man, but the eyebrows and eyes had not been carefully carved. Only through the general shape could it be seen that the outline was more elegant.

Next to it is the unassembled clay body. Compared with the previous method of shaping clay figurines, more details can be shaped now. Zhou Ye tried to carve the alchemy pattern on it, which proved to be quite successful.

At this moment, the specially shaped part of the body with the fused alchemy pattern is faintly emitting a faint light, just like broken porcelain inlaid with jade, revealing a very special texture.

After using the clay knife with an arc angle to shape the clay in his hand a few times again, Zhou Ye exhaled softly, slowly placed it on the pillow, and then took off the finger sleeve of his left hand and cast his eyes on the sand table beside him.

Just like the sand table of the astrolabe Rob focused on the inner city, in the heavy rain, Aisina did not bring an umbrella, walking among the gentlemen and ladies who had servants to help them hold umbrellas or brought their own umbrellas, chasing her like fireflies attracted by the flying moon.

"Ancestor, wait for me, wait for me!" She shouted, even turning into flames and walking through the street lights, but she could never catch up. In the end, the talent factor in her body was exhausted and she fell out of the fire.

She was like a small flame that was about to burn out. She stood confused and helpless under the street light, her hand leaning on the slender lamppost, muttering to herself: "Why did you leave me?"

"When did I leave you?"

She turned around, but Cong Yue was behind her, talking and laughing, flicking her head with her finger: "I just wanted to avoid the pot thrown by that bastard Siming."

Looking at the bright and beautiful woman in front of her who seemed to do everything as if it was a matter of course, Aisina forced a smile bitterly: "Seeing you suddenly fly away without looking back, I thought... you would never come back."

No one would be as afraid as she was that the beautiful woman in front of her would disappear. This was the person she wanted to keep even if it meant betraying her beliefs, cutting her arms, and shedding most of her blood.

There were naturally sacrifices involved in making that sacrificial formation. If the chief priest had not come to save her at that time, she might have died long ago.

But Aisina actually didn't know how long the formation could last, whether it would last forever or only for a period of time.

She was afraid, and she was afraid for a long time.

Seeing the melancholy expression of the girl in front of her, Cong Yue tilted her head and took Aisina's hand, and immediately took her to the air. The rain above came faster, and the clothes of both people were soaked.

"Ancestor!" Feeling her body leave the ground, Aisina's emotions were instantly occupied by shock and uneasiness. She grabbed the hand of her ancestor tightly, fearing that she would fall.

"Don't talk, huh." Tan Yue signaled her to keep her voice down, and then she pointed at the ground and laughed, "Look at those idiot nobles, hahaha!"

Aisina looked down, and it turned out that those nobles came out from under the eaves and umbrellas to see her and Tan Yue, staring blankly at the sky.

"Nobles." She murmured.

Following the ancestor, she held hands and flew slowly, passing through one wall after another, and arrived at the outer city. Gradually, Aisina felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation in her chest.

She quietly glanced at the red hair that fell on her earlobe and floated like a flying flame. After realizing that Tan Yue would not turn around to check, she let go of her reserve like a child, opened her left hand wide, and felt the pure joy of flying in the sky like a bird, just as she had imagined in her childhood.

In the sky where no one was watching, she smiled unabashedly.

The two of them spent much more time than when they came here, and finally returned to a coffee shop in the inner city to take a short break.

"Very strong, thank you." Aisina took the towel handed over by the boss with one hand and ordered.

"A cup of hot cocoa." Tan Yue nodded. The

relatively closed environment in the store also brought a more comfortable temperature difference, and the coldness caused by the rain just now was slightly relieved.

"Ancestor, don't you want to wipe your hair?" Aisina put on the glasses she had just put away, and sighed softly without even noticing it. The ancestor really was like a child.

Hearing this, Cong Yue, who had been looking out the window in boredom, retracted her gaze and looked at her again.

"Stretch out your hand."

Aisina could only cover the towel wrapped around her hair with her left hand. Although she didn't understand why, she still stretched out her right hand in trust.

Cong Yue, who was sitting opposite her, held it. Aisina only felt a warm current surging as the two of them touched. She subconsciously loosened her left hand, and the towel fell down. The already dry hair was loosened and fell softly on her shoulders.

Tan Yue loosened the hands they had just held tightly, and two wet pink moon butterflies leaped from their overlapping palms, stumbling out of the door and disappearing in the rain that was getting heavier.

Seeing Ai Xina staring at this side blankly, Tan Yue just said, "Smile like you just now."

Ai Xina couldn't describe her feelings at the moment, and something light but heavy fell into her heart.

Zhou Ye, who used the shock value to convert energy and create special effects, nodded at the rising numbers. This wave of shock value acquisition was not low in efficiency.

"Ai Xina, are you still in contact with the cult?" Tan Yue mentioned it in front of the clerk while drinking hot cocoa and being extremely unguarded.

"Ahem, what did you say?" Aisina hurriedly put down the coffee in her hand, and fidgeted suspiciously for dozens of seconds under the clerk's strange look.

"I'm in contact with the chief priest. Do you need to contact him for anything?" After watching the clerk leave, Aisina spoke, half of her face was covered by the coffee cup, and her voice was very low.

"I'm looking for some historical books for my Lord. It would be great if there are any." Tan Yue whispered according to her volume.

"Books?" Aisina was troubled when she heard the news. "Those are things that only members of the church can read. If he is willing to join the church, I can transfer some from the believers in the outer city."

"Impossible," Tan Yue put down the hot cocoa in her hand under Aisina's expectant gaze. "Are there any other options?"

Aisina began to think carefully under the expectant gaze of her ancestors, and finally thought of a method that did not require joining the church. However, she stumbled a little when she spoke because she was not confident: "Then, try the Holy Judgment?"

In the expectant gaze of Cong Yue, she continued: "This is a ritual used for judgment. It is usually performed when a heretic is captured... This is the only way for non-believers to obtain an identity and view the scriptures."

"The ritual is divided into three steps. The first step is the Sacrament of Purification, which requires blocking one of the subject's five senses, mostly vision. This process will last for thirty days."

"The second step is the Sacrament of Existence and Judgment. The subject needs to sever all relationships outside the church, even the connection with his past self."

"The third step is the sacrament of confession, which requires the test subject to answer an ultimate question left by God. It is said that this question can solve all problems in life."

"Solve all problems in life? You are so arrogant." Tan Yue smiled playfully. Aisina, who was sitting opposite, looked at him disapprovingly. Tan Yue replied, "Okay, go on."

"Those who can pass the test will automatically become non-staff members of the church, also known as "God's Agents" and have all the rights of church members."

"Ah, it's a very difficult test," Tan Yue said in distress, but Zhou had already decided to pass this test no matter what. He had too many reasons to get those historical records. "But since there is a way, let's contact the priest first."

"I will tell the chief priest, but he may not come, because no one has experienced the Holy Judgment for a long time." Aisina swallowed a mouthful of coffee.

"It's okay," Tan Yue stretched out her hand and pulled up the girl's drooping mouth in front of her. "With Siming here, they will definitely come back. After all, that guy is considered a great god by them."

Sure enough, after Aisina sent the message, the chief priest quickly agreed to meet in the evening without any relevant questions. He seemed even more urgent than Zhou Ye. It

was not until the matter was settled that Zhou Ye withdrew his mind. The picture on the sandbox gradually enlarged back to the entire Qingshui City, slowly spinning, and the small plastic flower fell to the corner of the sandbox, looking at the red mark Zhou Ye had made.

"Let's go have dinner?" Seeing that he had come back to his senses, Siming stood up and walked to the side of the original body.

Zhou Ye turned his head and could feel Siming's hand with weight on his shoulder. Xiaohua, who had been drowsy on his legs for a long time, also jumped up.

The two returned to the room. Siming pushed him to the kitchen. The first thing he did was to pinch the original body's cold fingers and rub them carefully to clean them.

Due to the size of the body, Siming's hands were much wider than the original body. When he held the original body's palms with both hands and carefully cleaned the clay debris stuck in the fingertips, the contrast was even more obvious.

The empathy of the two bodies allowed Zhou Ye to feel the pulse and palm lines of his own palms, as well as the temperature of the other pair of hands. He couldn't help but lean back gently against the back of the chair and relax a little. The gentleness he had been maintaining was also removed. After closing his eyes, he seemed a bit like an inhuman god.

Siming could understand this change. With Xiaohua's full authority, after the black ring in his left eye was activated, he used up all his willpower to endure the desire to act recklessly. This almost instinctive desire was like a blind person who suddenly regained his sight but had to suppress the urge to open his eyes.

This was a torment that he could never tell anyone else about.

Fortunately, he and Tu Yue were still there, Siming thought as he packed the bread on hand.

The bird that had been hovering by the window just now hopped into the window and flew tentatively to the kitchen, just as the faucet was turned off. Siming wanted to get a towel, but the little bird landed on Siming's head as if it had no fear of anyone, and then jumped along his hand to Zhou Ye's hand.

Even after the towel with a faint scent of bread was taken away, it did not leave.

When Zhou Ye opened his eyes, the bird was patrolling on his immobile knees, as if wondering where to build a nest.

So Zhou Ye reached out his hand and tried to touch it, but this time it flew far away, out of the visible range of the window.

Zhou Ye stopped where he was and did not push the wheelchair or use the surprise value. He just stared at the bird with its wings spread, watching it fly freely to a place that was invisible outside the window.

This small piece of sky soon became empty.

"If you like..." Siming untied his apron, brought the cooked bean soup to the dining table, and asked the entity.

"No need," Zhou Ye turned around again, with a smile on his face as usual, and shook his head, "We still have a lot of things to do, such as the cult leader who will visit in the evening."

He knew that this would be a much more difficult challenge than making up a false identity in front of Aisina, and he would never and could not lose.

He entered the pure white space again, looked at the bird in the sandbox that flew away from the window and scattered, and cancelled the mark.

Rubbing his forehead, Zhou Ye sighed, he knew that he really needed to rest.