Chapter 61 God?

Two, three, four believers... The numbers swarmed on the screen, and an unprecedented feeling began to spread.

The numbness in his legs began to rise. Zhou Ye suppressed his emotions and tried his best to feel everything until the numbness completely enveloped his body.

"The number of devout believers is 40,223, the shock value is converted into the faith value, and all the lists are displayed to you in turn."

The next second, Zhou Ye's body seemed to be completely activated, emitting a burst of bright light.

He looked outward.

His vision was no longer hindered by real objects. Everyone present was his believer. He felt that the unimpeded divine power was in his hands.

Not only the vests, but any believer at this moment could be read and controlled at will as long as they were taken into his eyes.

The leaves of the small plastic flower spun wildly.

It flew to the center of Zhou Ye's sight in a dancing posture with its leaves twisted, emitting a faint yellow light from its body. It said in an extremely happy and cheerful tone: "Congratulations, Zhou Zhou, you have officially obtained all the rights!"

"Sprinkle flowers!" As it said this, it spun its two twisted leaves together, and a large number of glittering ribbons fell from the sky. The effect was exaggerated and sudden.

"Don't you always want to know the truth about your parents' death? Drive your believers, let the whole world submit to you, and peel off all the truth!"

The words of encouragement from the plastic flower kept ringing in his ears.

"Take it! Take it!"

"Let them all experience the feeling of being stepped on by the black hair, and re-establish your order!"

Zhou Ye waved his hand and gently slapped it away, and landed on his back on the wheelchair.

The recoil of the wheelchair bounced back to his legs. Zhou Ye sat in the wheelchair and gently lifted his legs, then dropped them to the ground. He felt that his legs could move, and not only could they move, but an extremely abundant energy came from there.

In front of him was a list of devout believers who were jumping wildly.

He lowered his head, and the legs that had been unable to move and numb for a long time turned out to be the power of faith that had been about to solidify. At this moment, it was giving him endless power, supporting him to walk steadily and firmly.

Zhou Ye walked into the ruins in front of him, and with almost no effort, two items belonging to believers flew towards him.

A flame like a petal, an inconspicuous stone.

He was wearing a short thin shirt and a moon-colored skirt. Nuo had just taken off the alchemical shell he made. In other words, he was running naked.

After looking at the vest beside him, he could only put the two things into Sima Ming's long sleeves, and also made a long cloak for Nuo.

After doing this, his eyes were focused on the list of devout believers.

Two names that should not have appeared were prominently listed at the top.

With a long sigh, Zhou Ye took off the silver ring he used to cover the skin brand, stared at it for a long time, and threw it into the ruins.

Parva Angelus, datum et Pater semper te amo.

He had obtained the translation of this line of words with hesitation dozens of days ago.

He didn't understand why the symbol that he had always believed to be the text of the contract that appeared with the small plastic flower had this meaning.

He wrote repeatedly on the notepad and thought repeatedly.

Focusing his eyes on the two names that had already turned gray, Zhou Ye opened their memories.

One picture after another unfolded in front of his eyes, and finally stopped on a huge sign, and began to play slowly.

That was the sign of the association.

A black-haired man and a light red-haired woman stood in front of the door. They were Zhou Ye's parents.

Soon, Zhou's father and mother, who were still young, were politely invited to the conference room to discuss the exploration of the origin of the alien beasts.

Compared with Zhou's father, Zhou's mother was more enthusiastic about biological archaeology. Everyone in the conference room praised her highly, but Zhou Ye could see all angles and clearly understood that under the admiration in their eyes was a more intense jealousy.

The silver-haired and blond-haired nobles clapped their hands one by one and finalized Zhou's exploration plan. The scene began to fast forward, directly from packing to departure.

The destination turned out to be a cave outside the alien front. Zhou's heart sank when he saw this.

The two of them were so easy to fool. They were led into the cave just by the so-called clues ahead.

And there were not only the two of them in the cave, but also many people who had been there for several weeks, each with a dazed look on their faces.

Through communication with others, Zhou's father and mother learned that the association gathered a large number of people to this cave in order to judge the speed of the transformation of the pool of water in the cave. Every ten days or so, someone would come to record and check the speed of their changes.

Zhou's mother asked what had changed, but those people kept silent. However, she knew the next day that this change was the progress of transformation into a monster.

Seeing a living person being pushed into a pond by those so-called association recorders just to see and record the transformation process, she was greatly shocked and spent the next few days in confusion.

The pond was so familiar that Zhou Ye recognized it at a glance as the pond that Ronnie fell into when the academy asked him to perform a mission before.

His originally loose hands gradually tapped on the wheelchair, and Zhou Ye had to wonder if the teacher also cooperated with the association.

But why?

Is this good for the school? Is the teacher's kindness to him and Yuntian's omnipresent equality for everyone fake?

He suppressed his doubts about the past, and had a vague idea, but it was not clear yet.

The father in the picture also looked pale, but in order to protect his wife, he did not wait to die like the others. After Zhou's mother came back, the two began to actively explore the cave. If they couldn't find the exit, they would look for weak points.

After several days of knocking and exploring, they finally found a relatively weak place. They tried their best to call a few guys who were not completely desperate.

Talents cannot be used here, which will accelerate the process of turning into a monster. When the recorder is not there, everyone works together to knock that place with pure □□ or gravel.

After dozens of days and nights of hard work, they finally opened a small hole. Mother Zhou was the most slender and was the first to get out.

But when she got out with hope, she saw an endless stream of alien beasts in front of her, some big and some small, like a tribe...

Seeing his mother standing on the big rock at the entrance of the cave, her skirt fluttering in the wind and her belly slightly bulging, Zhou also realized where his resistance to the pollution of alien beasts came from.

He could hardly wait to speed up the flow of his memory, wanting to see who killed his mother, but as soon as this thought came up, his originally relaxed brain suddenly hurt.

He covered his head tightly, and the vests around him began to move. Nuo picked him up, and Fu Yue was a step behind, humming only lightly, while Siming had already cleared the way in front.

The group quickly returned to the second-floor building.

They did not conceal their actions. Due to the damage caused by the meteorite rain, the inner city wall had been completely damaged. The entire crowd saw where they landed, and many people's eyes involuntarily followed the light.

"Take a rest first." Nuo put the pillow on the bedside, gently carried the original body to the bed, raised a light smile on his face, and rubbed his sleeves vigorously. "Finally untied and comfortable, so good!"

I don't know if he is talking about him or the original body.

"I want to stay with you forever."

Nuo hummed twice, buried his whole body in the quilt next to the original body and turned over.

"Don't make trouble." Zhou Ye pushed away his approaching mind.

"Then don't sleep with me."

"If you want to get out, get out farther." Siming handed the hot water to the original body, and pulled Nuo out of the quilt.

Fu Yue took out the notebook and wrote the translation of the text on the paper for the first time, with a rustling sound.

"Little angel, Daddy and Mommy will always love you."

Zhou Ye's gaze fell on the line she wrote.

He closed his eyes, and his lips opened and closed with difficulty for a few times, and finally he opened the memory again.

The picture was the house he was familiar with, his mother was sitting at the door, with a ball of wool in her hands, as if she was weaving small shoes, and there were sparse vegetables planted in the vegetable field.

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. It seemed that his father's ability to grow vegetables was so poor from the beginning, and it was not because he was busy with work.

Soon Zhou's father came back. He was wearing the most ordinary clothes, like an ordinary worker rather than an archaeologist, and his hands were also filled with many cocoons that only physical labor would have.

They hid their past identities for themselves.

Zhou Ye bit his lower lip lightly.

The consciousness in the vest can also feel those images. Nuo lay on the bed with his chin in his hand, and found the original body's gradually uneasy eyes.

Nuo just held the original body's hand tightly without saying anything.

The days passed one by one, and Zhou's mother's belly became bigger and bigger. This was very normal for a pregnant woman, but there were more and more strange things in the family.

Zhou's mother could always hear unusual noises. She became sensitive and suspicious. Sometimes she walked with her waist unconsciously hunched, as if she was listening to someone's footsteps.

Or she shook her head at the air from time to time, muttering words like no, go away.

She became weak, and when she was due to give birth, she gave birth to a sickly child.

Her pale hands stroked the child's equally pale face, her eyes reluctant to leave.

"Don't look at it." Cong Yue suddenly stood up. She approached the main body and wanted to stop him, but was waved away.

So the picture continued to flow, and the thin child gradually grew up. The mother gave him a ball as a companion for exercise and play.

But the mother's illness became more and more serious. Most of the time, she could not get out of bed and could only respond to her child with a soft voice.

The child also liked to listen to his mother's voice. It was the only way for him to express closeness. So he often played outside the door of his mother's bedroom, so that he could hear his mother's low call. On

an ordinary day, he hit the ball, but the sound of banging bang bang gradually rang from the other side of the wall, overlapping with the frequency of his hitting the ball.

The pain that was originally so sharp that it seemed to penetrate his brain, now seemed to have really penetrated Zhou Ye's brain. The physical pain made his tears burst out crazily.

He lowered his head in resistance, but the vivid picture continued to flow downward with his perspective.

The black-haired boy raised an excited smile on his face. He thought that his mother wanted to play with him, so he pushed open the door.

Zhou Ye turned off the screen abruptly.

But the revived memory emerged in front of his eyes. When he raised his head again, he seemed to have returned to that young body, watching his father open the door and run towards him screaming.

"Damn it, how did the alien get in!" The father suddenly used his talent towards his mother who was holding a ball with one tentacle and playing with him - Zhou's father was a fire-type talent.

The beast that was burned by the fire fled everywhere, crying crazily, but the father did not stop, but increased the flames.

The flames were spread to many places by the beast, including family photos, a well-preserved dried flower, and even the ball that his mother gave him not long ago, which were all ignited, as if to destroy everything in this family. However

, after a while, the beast stopped running. She looked at her current appearance through a bucket of water that had spilled on the ground.

So, the beast stood in the yard and let the man she loved burn it to ashes.

"Dad, where is Mom?" He heard his younger self asking, tears flowing down his cheeks completely uncontrollably, and his father squatted down to wipe his face.

"She... went out for something." The man's voice was dry. "You... No, wait until you grow up, then I'll go find her."

Only then did Zhou Ye feel a little cold on his face. Those were not the tears of his younger self.

He hurriedly wanted to wipe them with his hands, but a tissue was handed to him.

It was Nuo, he pursed his lips, tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's all the association's fault. Don't blame him, and don't blame yourself." Cong Yue touched the original body's head.

"I don't think so." Zhou Ye lowered his head. When he was wrapped in extreme pain, an absolute calmness spread out from the bottom of his heart again.

He gently stroked the inscription on the ring finger of his left hand, and lowered his eyelids that were vaguely covered by the shimmering black hair, and a smile appeared on his pale lips with a sickly color.

"Very beautiful, but, I say, your smile at this time is really perverted!" When Nuo saw his smile, he jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end, moved away from the original body, and hid behind Siming.

Siming glanced at him and ignored him. He knew that this guy was just trying to ease the atmosphere in this way of surprise.

"What are you going to do next?" Fu Yue asked seriously.

Zhou Ye directly pulled a few people into the pure white space, and took out the petal fire and gravel from Siming's sleeve.

He put these things into the clay, and under kneading, the clay seemed to gradually tend to these two substances, and finally completely became one.

"If you do this, the properties and personality of this vest will be completely uncontrollable." Fu Yue was helping him rub with her hands, but she still raised her concerns.

"What does it matter? They..." Nuo lowered his head and looked at the clay in his palm, his eyes were still red, "They also lived."

"Just know what you are doing." Siming was alone with his hands on his chest, watching the few people busy.

"Hey, why don't you come over and help?" Nuo was kneading the clay when he found that someone was not doing anything. He immediately asked back in dissatisfaction.

"I'm wearing a robe, are you too?"

"Tsk, I'm not wearing anything yet..." Nuo was about to take off his outer coat, but was slapped hard by Zhou Ye next to him. He really didn't expect that there was such a side to his nature.

"Focus!"

"Oh."

With the concerted efforts of several people, the clay was soon formed. Zhou Ye took out one of the pieces and carefully carved it with a plastic knife.

A vague doll face took shape, followed by hands and legs.

The little man was formed.

"It looks so ordinary, just like a kid on the street." Nuo slacked his body and looked at the doll held in the palm of his hand.

"You'll know when we get out." Zhou Ye smiled softly, then threw the doll towards the sandbox, and several people exited the pure white space.

It was clearly thrown in the direction of this room, but they didn't see anything after they came out.

Even Zhou Ye was surprised for a second. In his field of vision, there was no link to the existence of the fourth vest at all, and he could only vaguely sense his existence.

As for the other vests, they were like the ends of the connection, and they couldn't sense him at all. So to them, the child seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Cong Yue flew out of the room first and searched throughout the house, and Nuo began to rummage through the drawers, as if the child could hide in a small jar of candy.

Siming didn't go looking for it, and turned his inquiring eyes to the original body. Under his long gaze, Zhou Ye closed his eyes and tried his best to sense it.

The invisible light passed through the room and spread outward, passing the association where only the ruins were left, and reached the outer city, where many people were helping each other, treating the wounded, preparing food, and so on.

A child was walking among them. He seemed to be unaware and subconsciously wanted to get closer to the crowd, but those people would scream in fear after seeing his face clearly.

At the sound, he stepped back and withdrew his hand that was originally intended to touch the wound.

As if noticing the subject's gaze, the child raised his head. Under the similar black hair was a face full of the "hometown text" in the mouth of the plastic flower.

In the eyes of those civilians, this was no different from a walking cult member.