Chapter 37: Divine Judgment (3)

"No one?"

"No, they are all alive. I promised the dean that I would bring them out intact." Zhou Ye lowered his voice. "They are just different from before."

After saying this, Zhou Ye let out a long breath. The priest's withered body, who was a few steps behind him, seemed to make a few strange sounds. He really caught the unfinished words and did not suppress his doubts. "You brought the tainted beasts outside the defense line? They..."

"No," Zhou Ye's tone was different from his previous tone, and even carried some emotional anger. "Why would I bring the tainted beasts into the defense line that we all maintain together? If they mutate, I will be the first to kill them."

Then he deliberately misinterpreted the priest's gaze as contempt, The leaf that was still in his hand was clenched and smashed heavily on the side of the wheelchair: "You think I can't do it because of these legs?"

His eyes, which contained many emotions, quickly became wet even though he tried his best to restrain himself.

The rising blood made Zhou Ye's collarbone turn red, and the broken and crushed leaves fell on the legs that would not move even if the owner was extremely angry.

The most ridiculous thing was that even the folds of the trouser legs were deformed because of the pulling of his upper body, but the thin and long legs wrapped inside could not do anything, making a very obscure tear that fell on them like a silent mockery.

The officiant frowned at Zhou Ye's misunderstanding, but in the end he felt a little pity that he shouldn't have.

Zhou Ye's breathing seemed to become extremely unstable because of this. After a long time, he turned the ring to calm down a little: "It was then that I met Siming for the first time."

"Then what?" The officiant unconsciously moved closer to the wheelchair, trying to hear the next content clearly, and didn't even notice a leaf brushing against his shoulder.

"We escaped from the cave covered in wounds, and found that the entrance in front of us was not the original one. Per, who was in charge of recording the map, fainted as soon as she reached the door. I settled her and several other seriously contaminated guys, took the recorder to scan the surrounding environment."

"After walking a few steps, I suddenly realized that it was too quiet here. There were no animals, no insects, and even no alien beasts."

"Cough." Zhou Ye, who spoke a long paragraph, seemed to feel dry in his throat. He took out water from the small bag next to the wheelchair and slowly squeezed it to drink.

The chief priest was anxious and could only stare at the water cup and urge him with his eyes.

He deliberately put the cup back in clumsily, and failed to put it into the spring-loaded lock bag several times. Sure enough, the officiant who was close at hand motioned for him to help.

"No, no, no need to bother you." Zhou Ye smiled with a slightly embarrassed and shy smile, while continuing to put the cup back in, while pushing the wheelchair to distance the two people who were suddenly close.

With this, a new mark was made on the pure white space sand table.

"I passed through a huge dead tree forest that contained a lot of unidentified substances and was emitting a dark light."

"The tree crowns blocked out the sun, and the tree trunks could not be fully embraced by several people. The whole body was brown, and there were layers of lines on the surface, like the shining patterns of tree rings. They were all very dim, and some no longer glowed, so I thought it should be safe."

"As I went deeper, sounds gradually appeared in the originally quiet forest, but they came from afar, one after another, mixed with the hoarse roars of alien beasts. At that moment, I even thought I had accidentally entered the breeding ground of alien beasts."

At this point, he turned around to look at the skinny man beside him. Sure enough, he looked like he had known it long ago, and he did not have the horror of ordinary talents who learned that alien beasts can reproduce.

"The recorder in my hand reminded me that according to calculations, there should be an empty field ahead, so I dared to continue moving forward, but my speed had slowed down. It was only because the ground was sticky that I had to step on the tree roots that I had originally avoided."

It is not surprising that aliens are different species like humans and can reproduce, but for most ordinary people who have never been outside the alien front, this is a terrifying fact.

That means being harassed and attacked will always exist. Sometimes Zhou also feels that if everyone has to choose, they would rather the aliens disappear than the nobles.

Of course, the fact is that both will always exist.

"When I reached the top of the tree, I finally saw the clear sky was flashing with lightning. A huge beam of lightning pierced through the clouds like a huge pillar of light."

"It's my Lord." The chief priest couldn't help but murmur, and his steps were subconsciously lightened.

Zhou was not sure whether he was imagining Siming's state at the time in his mind and shifting the description to avoid destroying his imagination. After all, that was the best picture to increase the credibility of the words.

"Under the light column, there were so many beasts that I couldn't even count them. They were running around as the light touched them. Perhaps because I was looking from a distance, I felt that their rhythm was like a dance or ritual.

Where the light reached, they were the most fragile dust, as if time was passing by in an instant."

"Huh." Zhou Ye took a long breath, as if he was lost in memories.

"I really envy you for being able to see the Lord's fun with your own eyes. The first exchange must be very...pleasant." The dry fingers floated on the chin of the officiant. He hesitated for a few times and said this disingenuous compliment with great difficulty.

The officiant knew that he was actually just to confirm whether the exquisite artwork in front of him was natural or had been "modified" later.

To ensure that his position was always consistent with that of the gods.

"Are you happy?" The priest focused on the black-haired young man's expression the second he opened his mouth, watching the corners of his lips droop a little. "I wouldn't describe it that way."

"We almost all died there." That was a real scene in Zhou Ye's memory. When the emotional memories flooded his mind, Zhou Ye heard a tinnitus that hadn't come for a long time, like some kind of distant, wild call echoing in his ears.

He covered his ears, trying to stop the sound that gradually turned into screams and curses from entering his brain. He used up almost all his strength without changing his expression, but tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"He is not a god, Siming, not a god." He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, using his body's reaction to play the finale of the performance, "He is a human."

"He sat exhausted in the pool outside the cave and asked me if I could take him with me if I found a way back." A lie.

"The beam of light disappeared very quickly, so it couldn't be Siming. He is not the evil god you are talking about, but just a powerful and gifted person. He can also be injured." A lie.

Looking at the black-haired young man in front of him who was so fragile that he burst into tears because of the description of the scene, the chief priest knew that he could not ask any more questions. He and Zhou also knew that the last few sentences, even if they were real scenes, were not true.

The only effect was to make the chief priest more convinced that Siming was the evil god and that the encounter between the two was all premeditated. Even if he denied it himself, it would no longer be useful.

Of course, what was a little different from what Zhou Ye was concerned about was that after confirming this fact, the biggest doubt in the head priest's heart was dispelled. He had realized that this destruction was intentional by the gods, and they showed up on purpose.

He almost knew without thinking what kind of face his own god had when he was with Zhou Ye on the road.

Looking at the trust of this poor black-haired man in "Si Ming", he must have been caring for him gently and considerately, while appreciating the pain and suffering of the black-haired man who was powerless in the face of physical illness.

He would comfort the black-haired man lightly with a voice that was different from that used for other people, so that he could continue to endure the torment and pain and prolong his own enjoyment time.

This was a terrible enjoyment, and the sweetest moment must have been when Zhou Ye deliberately fell into his arms just now in order to protect "Si Ming" and show himself that "Si Ming" was harmless.

Poor lamb, how could he know that he had gone too far astray and no one could save him?

Zhou Ye's firm words of trust sounded like the bleating from a wolf's belly to the high priest at this moment, making him realize deeply that obedience is the most appropriate attitude towards gods.

"Let's go back." The high priest began to consider what to prepare for the third trial tomorrow.

"Well, sorry, I didn't mean to cry," Zhou Ye wiped his tears, "The weather is not good today, and it may be a bit sad."

The high priest nodded in relief, and it can be seen that he was not very experienced: "The weather is changeable, and people are prone to sadness."

"Yes, a few days ago, Aisina and Tu Yue forgot to bring an umbrella when they went out, and when they came back, their clothes were soaked by rain." Zhou Ye pushed the wheelchair, and the two turned around and went back.

"But she finally told me that she wanted to go home in the rain on purpose, and Cong Yue didn't refute it."

"Oh? I didn't expect that she would have this side." The chief priest really didn't know. In his eyes, Aixina was divided into two stages.

One stage was a crying little girl who didn't want to leave, and the other stage was a mature member of the church. He couldn't imagine Aixina treading water like an ordinary girl. That was not the life that church members like them should have.

During the exchange of a few words between the two, the second-floor building in the field of vision gradually became clear. The chief priest tried to call Louisa but was stopped by Zhou Ye.

His eyes were still red, and he made a suggestion in a concerned tone: "There are still rooms downstairs. Are you going to leave the city? Because of what happened before, there are not many people near the city gate at night. It would be too obvious for you two to walk around."

"Yes, thank you." The chief priest did not add any more polite honorifics.

"No, in fact, being able to meet with you is also a reassurance for me." Zhou Ye called the cleaner and pushed the wheelchair upstairs.

The chief priest looked at his back and was about to go over to help, when suddenly a huge black shadow appeared at the top of the bright stairs, covering Zhou Ye completely. The ventilation here is very good, and when the draft passes by, the already scary shadow is like endless snake whiskers, licking or marking the weak young man.

The corridor, which was not narrow, suddenly became extremely narrow because of the sudden darkness. The high priest was even more frightened because he knew who it was. He lowered his head in a hurry, not daring to offend. He

caught a certain energy in his lowered eyes. Years of experience made him think of the owner of the energy without thinking. It was the energy attached to the ring. He thought it was a kind of imprisonment method of the Lord God.

But now the God is in front of him, who is coming behind? !

He turned his head suddenly. The heavy rain outside the building poured down the moment the two entered the room, and it poured down on the ground. At this moment, the rain was reaching its peak, with thunder roaring, and the sporadic barking of wild dogs in the distance, and the sound of children playing in the alley not far away gradually disappeared.

The coolness of the weather was like a slap on the face, penetrating into his bones.

Carrot Moon didn't have an umbrella, but her red hair fell to her ears as if it had not been wetted by rain. She floated down from midair slowly, and the rain wrapped in the storm tried desperately to punish those who did not follow the laws of nature, but to no avail.

The butterflies stained with moon energy rushed to the ground one after another like birds showing off their hunting skills on the sea, and then suddenly flapped their wings and soared.

The picture was extremely beautiful, if it weren't for the fact that every time a butterfly landed, the ground became more lifeless.

The high priest saw her face and knew that it was the woman who secretly pinched Louisa's face during dinner earlier.

He had seen the resurrected witch on the light screen several times before, and he had always regarded her as a trap used by the nobles in Qingshui City to devour the blood relatives in the church.

This was because, the once resurrected saint of the church, Fu Yue, had actually already defected. In his mind, if this red-haired woman was a damned heretic, it was impossible for her to be in the same room with the gods.

He felt his spine begin to twist. The high priest was not sure whether his crippled body could have any effect on her. Perhaps the result of using his talent this time would be that he would break his neck with his own hands.

The air was humid. The high priest saw Fu Yue approaching, but he did not move. He was not suddenly afraid of death, but he thought of Luisa and Aixina in an extremely inappropriate way.

After seeing the true deception of the gods, he could not imagine what kind of tragedy Luisa and Aixina would face if he died.

Becoming a tool was the best ending in his impoverished mind at the moment.

He did not doubt the power of the gods, and therefore became even more terrified. He even wished that he had entered the room just now and had not noticed the same energy. This was an extremely weak and self-deceptive behavior.

The moment he realized this, the originally dry but sharp high priest had a real desire to die, and his face was almost gray.

Finally, he put his hand to his neck.

I only ask for a little mercy.

He muttered to himself.

At the moment he was about to break his neck, Fu Yue also fell completely beside him.

She was like a gust of wind blowing violently, unpredictable but clearly leaving traces of her passing.

Zhou Ye mobilized Cong Yue to help push the wheelchair. He knew that the compass had a positioning function similar to the sand table and would become agitated as he approached. So when he approached the small building, he summoned Siming to control the distance.

It was a dangerous item. Zhou Ye controlled Cong Yue to fly towards him, and he had already made up his mind.

"I'll help you!" Cong Yue was afraid that her body would be injured, so the moon energy that was already flying surged and went towards Zhou Ye faster than her.

The terrifying number of moon energy butterflies hit the wheelchair like a shock wave. Zhou Ye held the wheelchair tightly with one hand, and took care of the chief priest who was restraining his strength beside him. The power in the ring began to be consumed rapidly.

"Let me go, cough..." He opened his mouth, and the butterflies, who didn't know what they were afraid of, even flew around his lips. These little guys made of moon energy sometimes couldn't even be controlled by Tan Yue, and could only recycle energy, not to mention their weak bodies "cough..."

He struggled to swat them away, his hands had already used up all his strength, but the butterflies were like a web that became more excited the more it was repelled, and they flew over to entangle him again, like ardent pursuers who were unwilling to let him go even a little bit.

Once these guys who loved the excitement got on his black hair, they couldn't let it go. They surrounded Zhou Ye from head to toe, and some even wanted to drill into his clothes. Even though their strength was very small, the excessive number still made his exposed collarbone red.

"Enough! Tan...Yue, take care of them." Zhou Ye even used an imperative tone, which made the officiant who couldn't bear to look back suddenly turn around.

The first thing that came into view was Tan Yue, whose face was filled with joy. She was surrounded by endless streams of light and butterfly shadows, and she embraced the thin young man.

On the smooth marble wall, the moon butterflies were like prisms reflecting various colored spots, dancing with Tan Yue's movements, chasing the existence they instinctively desired. From this unconscious collective frenzy, the chief priest felt a little shudder.

"It's safe now, my Lord." Tan Yue hugged the main body tightly, and her hand went into the main body's sleeves. When the skin touched, the main body's slightly cool body temperature and the heat of Tan Yue's moon energy blended, almost giving people goose bumps.

Zhou also noticed the overly concerned look coming from behind him, and pretended to speak reluctantly: "Master Priest, I'm fine, you go in and rest first."

"I..." The master priest, who was still struggling with life and death and felt that his faith was being tested, looked at the scene in front of him, nodded tremblingly, and pulled the doorknob.

As soon as he entered the door, the master priest quickly locked the door, trying to put all the efforts he had just seen out of his mind.

But the overly strong impact made it impossible for him to dispel the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and various pictures flashed in his mind for a while.

The protection that the gods showed to Zhou Ye when they first met, the seemingly casual but actually jealous relationship between Tan Yue and the gods, Tan Yue's attitude and address to Zhou Ye, everything was like a mess, which made him dizzy even though he had already consumed a lot of energy.

He took a few deep breaths and sorted out his thoughts, recalling that Louisa had mentioned that the gods...had sent Zhou Ye divine power in order to help him recover. Then he thought about the energy on the ring, which was not the power of the gods at all.

It was a kind of concrete...like the energy that was faintly emitted when the butterflies fluttered just now.

In other words, the ring came from Tan Yue, a powerful but traitorous woman...No wonder her moon energy carries the breath of life, and according to legend, it has the ability to bring people back to life.

If Louisa was seriously ill, and he happened to have a ring with moon energy, he would definitely give her a ring to maintain her life... This is a cruel exchange. Silkworms' original vitality was completely replaced by moon energy and they could no longer leave.

Thinking of the state of Tu Yue and Siming, the chief priest realized that the gods came to this town to resurrect the stupid pagan and use her ability to maintain Zhou Ye's vitality.

Is he going to die? That black hair.

Obviously not. Although his lower limbs cannot move, he is full of vitality and even has a strong will. How can he need to use this terrible energy to maintain his vitality ?

As his thoughts went back and forth, he knelt on the ground, feeling ridiculous for the simplicity of his plan to please the gods.

Perhaps, as a shell, the defection of Cong Yue was a trap within a trap, and the reason why the god with supreme power used her again was quite obvious.

She was a very useful ink, which replaced Zhou Ye's flesh and blood bit by bit, turning into energy that could be kneaded at will, and leaving sufficient traces.

The chief priest looked at the ring and knew that this was the signature left by God on his own creation.

He stood there and watched Zhou Ye slowly go upstairs.

After the door of the stairwell was closed, Zhou Ye let Cong Yue push the wheelchair back to the bedroom. He had just been blown by the wind in the alley and suddenly entered the warm space. He sneezed suddenly, as if he had a cold.

Siming gently picked him up from the wheelchair, without even glancing at Cong Yue. However, the other people present noticed Siming's resistance to Cong Yue approaching Zhou Ye.

In Aisina's eyes, Cong Yue was visibly anxious. She ignored Siming, who was clearly asserting his authority, and floated beside Zhou Ye. She reached out to Zhou Ye's forehead on her own, tested it several times, and withdrew her hand only after making sure it was not hot.

"My Lord, please wash up as soon as possible." Luisa noticed that she raised her arm to hold Zhou Ye's hand, but Siming blocked her and took it back.

The two people's eyes crossed vaguely in the air, and finally landed on Zhou Ye.

"Aixina... help settle our little friend. I'll go back to my room first." The person who was being watched and cared for did not respond, but showed a pale smile and took care of the others first.

He looked like he wanted to say something more. Aixina stood up and wanted to say goodbye to Louisa, but her ancestors and fate did not give her any extra space. They hurriedly closed the door.

It can even be said that there was a sense of indifference and alienation.

"I want to talk to him again." Louisa's expression was different from the innocence of other children when she spoke, and she stared straight at Aixina.

Aixina was also a child from the church, and she knew that this was because no one taught her etiquette and social distance.

"Are you familiar with him?" Aixina adjusted her glasses. She was actually not good at getting along with children.

Luisa looked up at her, as if trying to figure out why she asked this question, and finally shook her head.

The two walked down the stairs slowly. The lights were off, so the boundary of the stairs was a little blurred. They walked very slowly, and when they landed on the last step, they saw the officiant waiting beside them.

As soon as she saw the officiant, Luisa broke away from Aesina and rushed into the room, leaving the two adults alone.

"Aesina, I need your help."

"Please... tell me what it is first."

The officiant slowly told his guess, and the key point was Zhou Ye's relationship with God.

"No, no, this is ridiculous... I mean..." Aisina's originally relaxed expression gradually stiffened as the memories of the past few days surged, but she still maintained, "God, why is it necessary?"

"Although Zhou Ye sometimes has inexplicable headaches and eats very little, Zhou Ye does not seem to be in a controlled state."

"That's already very obvious, Aisina..."

"No," Aisina's eyes were not as firm as her words, "At least ancestor, she is real, she really cares about me, and is willing to devote energy to Zhou Ye's treatment. You can't judge that Zhou Ye does not need treatment because of your own feelings. It is a genetic disease."

"You have had a genetic disease, Aisina, tell me, when have you ever seen a genetic disease only affecting one place and not polluting other places?"

"That doesn't mean his life now is a game of gods!" Aisina tried hard to dig into her memory. "Have you seen gods cook? I have, and I have also eaten the food cooked by Sima Ming."

"He is very good to Zhou Ye, and often pushes him out the door, even when it rains."

"No, you are already in too deep, Aisina." The high priest retreated to the door, and the gray-white shadow made him look like a zombie. His eyes were cold but showed a bit of worry.

Aisina was touched by the eyes of the high priest opposite her. She lowered her head, and after careful consideration, she decided to believe what she saw with her own eyes. "If you have been with them, you will know that what I said is true."

"Okay, Zhou Ye may be kind," the high priest saw that he still couldn't persuade Aisina helplessly, "but I don't want you to have too much contact with that apostate woman."

"Contact. "Aixina clenched her fists and smiled bitterly. "But I came here to find my relatives and protect the apostates you mentioned. Are you going to punish me for this?"

The atmosphere between the two was deadlocked for a while, and finally the officiant compromised. He turned the door handle and sighed with disappointment.

"I hope you don't regret it."

"Of course I won't regret it."

The door closed.