This is the first statue erected for him, and also the most magnificent and solemn one.
In the past, Xie Lian had always taken it in stride, seeing this version of himself, and hadn't considered it problematic. But at this moment, he felt that this giant, radiant golden statue was incredibly unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Is this really me?"
Over there, Feng Xin and Mu Qing were separately checking to see if there were any trapped, undetected people. A flicker of confusion flashed through Xie Lian's mind, and as the crowd gradually settled, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could completely relax, he suddenly felt a pressure coming from his body, and Xie Lian's heart immediately tightened.
After all, that sky tower is too high and too heavy.
The statue seemed to be straining slightly, its hands trembling slightly, its feet sinking, its tall golden form bending slightly under the pressure. Only its smile remained unchanged. Seeing this, Xie Lian immediately summoned another incantation. But as soon as he cast the incantation, he felt a chill in his heart. Not only did the golden statue not rise, it actually bent even further, looking as if it was about to collapse.
Xie Lian's hands began to tremble slightly. He had never felt anything like this before. In his mind, he knew that any mountain he struck would fall; he could stamp his foot, and the very ground would shake. But this feeling, something he had never felt before, was called "not being able to do what one wants."
As a last resort, Xie Lian gritted his teeth, flew up, and sat down at the foot of the giant golden statue. He suddenly raised his hand and summoned the magic formula again. This time, he personally took action, and the golden statue really rose again, suddenly raising its head and propping up the leaning tower!
Although he had endured it with all his might, Xie Lian's back and heart were already covered in cold sweat. Countless people inside and outside the palace, unaware of his unspoken suffering, had already knelt before the magnificent golden statue, crying out, "In this time of national crisis, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has appeared!"
"Your Highness, please save us!"
"Save the people! Protect the people!"
Xie Lian gritted his teeth for a moment and managed to say, "Everyone, please stand up. Move back. Move further away. Don't crowd around here. I..." At this point, he realized he was actually running out of breath. His voice was drowned out by the roaring voices like a tide. The more he tried to be louder, the more insignificant he felt. Xie Lian took a deep breath and was about to shout when a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. He lowered his head and saw it was Qi Rong. He hurriedly said, "Qi Rong, go down and tell everyone not to crowd around here. Be careful of the collapse!"
These words came out of his mouth without thinking, and when Xie Lian realized what he had said, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
In the past, he would never have even thought about such a thing, let alone said it. Even if the sky was about to collapse, he believed he could withstand it. But now, he discovered something extremely terrifying: he no longer believed it.
Not only did people no longer believe him, but he himself no longer dared to believe himself!
Qi Rong casually said, "How could it possibly collapse? Aren't you holding it up?"
Hearing this, Xie Lian's heart trembled again. Qi Rong, however, paid no attention to his slightly blue face. With a green light in his eyes, he said, "Cousin, let me help you."
Xie Lian was stunned and asked, "You help me? How can you help me?"
Qi Rong said without hesitation: "Didn't you say you knew how to create the human face plague? Tell me the method, and I will help you curse the people of Yong'an. I will help you kill them!"
...He really was hiding under the bed and heard everything the three of them said!
Xie Lian was so angry that he felt powerless: "You...you are just being ridiculous! Do you know what a curse is?"
Qi Rong said nonchalantly, "I know. It's just a curse, isn't it? Cousin, let me tell you, I'm very talented in this area. I often curse my father, and I suspect he was killed by my curse. You..."
“…” Xie Lian couldn’t bear to listen any longer and said, “Go away.”
Qi Rong hurriedly said, "No! No! Fine, if you don't want to tell me how to curse, then tell me...how can I avoid contracting the Human Face Plague?"
Xie Lian's heart sank. Qi Rong continued, "You know, right? You know why the soldiers aren't infected, right? Cousin, can you tell me why, please?"
Many palace servants were gathered nearby, countless ears listening. Xie Lian remained silent, fearing a leak and potential trouble. But someone finally couldn't contain themselves and looked up, asking, "Your Highness! Is this true?"
"Do you really know how to cure the human face plague?!"
"Then why don't you say it?"
The same green light as Qi Rong's flashed in those people's eyes. Xie Lian tightly shut his mouth, uttering a few words between his teeth: "No! I don't know!"
There was a small commotion among the crowd, but it wasn't a big deal. At that moment, Feng Xin returned. Seeing Qi Rong crouching beside Xie Lian from a distance, he shouted, "What are you doing?"
Xie Lian immediately said, “Feng Xin, take him away!”
Feng Xin responded and came over, but Qi Rong suddenly grabbed Xie Lian and said eagerly, "Cousin, you will definitely defeat and drive away the people of Yong'an, right? You will protect us, you will! Right?"
A few months ago, perhaps Xie Lian would have answered loudly and passionately, "I will protect you!" But now, he didn't dare. Qi Rong's expression was extremely excited, and Xie Lian looked at him with a slight sense of confusion. Because he knew very well that Qi Rong was not the kind of person who would worry about the country and the people. Even if the country was in danger, he should be mostly afraid. Why was he so excited? In a moment, he suddenly remembered something. Qi Rong's father seemed to be from Yong'an.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Rong's voice suddenly became shrill: "Crown Prince cousin! You're not really going to just leave it like this, are you? Are we just going to let others abuse and humiliate us like this? Don't we have any way to do anything?!"
After hearing his question, Xie Lian felt a pang of sadness. He realized that Qi Rong was right. Faced with such a situation, he really... had no solution at all!
Feng Xin said, "I will ask the king to put him in solitary confinement again."
Qi Rong was still struggling after being led away by him, shouting, "You must hold on! You must not fall!"
Can't fall!
Xie Lian knew he couldn't fall. Even if the nearby civilians were evacuated, the Sky Tower couldn't fall. If it did, not only would the century-old imperial palace ruins be destroyed, but the main thoroughfare of Shenwu Street and many houses would also be shattered. Furthermore, the tower contained countless rare treasures and ancient scrolls left behind by generations of ancestors, all of which couldn't be moved at once. If the Sky Tower collapsed, all would be gone. And the aura of the Xianle Kingdom's capital, which it guarded, would be completely extinguished.
However, his magical power, like the water source of Yong'an, seemed to be gradually drying up. To support this huge golden statue, he could not leave this place for the time being. He could only leave the defense of the city to Feng Xin and Mu Qing, and stay where he was, meditating quietly. Because this five-meter-tall golden statue was originally a statue that guarded the Huangji Temple on Taicang Mountain, Xie Lian summoned it here. The original believers, who had no statue to worship, also flocked here to pray for it under the open sky. Although this was the imperial palace and outsiders were not allowed to enter, firstly, the underground cave had collapsed a section of the palace wall, making it impossible to surround it. Secondly, the situation in the imperial city of Xianle Kingdom was in chaos and there were not enough people to manage it. Thirdly, they had to let them in for fear of arousing public anger and causing further unrest.
Xie Lian settled down in a corner, where the King and Queen visited him daily. He endured days of drowsiness, supporting the Sky Tower with all his might while gathering strength for a chance to withdraw. The King's hair was no less relaxed, graying. He looked clearly in his prime, yet he seemed older than fifty. Father and son met, speechless, yet their relationship was more harmonious than ever.
The Queen had watched Xie Lian grow up, having only ever witnessed her beloved son's graceful demeanor and divine grace. Now, seeing him languishing here, exposed to the elements, yet refusing to allow anyone to get too close to shield him, her heart ached. She personally held an umbrella for him under the scorching sun. After a moment, Xie Lian, fearing she would tire from standing for too long, said, "Mother, please go back. I don't need you. Don't come near here, and don't send anyone near. I'm afraid..."
What was he afraid of? He was hesitant to speak. The Queen turned her back to the believers gathered there. After a long while, she couldn't help but burst into tears: "My son, you have suffered. You... why are you suffering so much!"
To conceal her haggard appearance, the queen wore heavy makeup, but her tears washed away her makeup, further revealing that she was merely a woman past her prime. She felt heartbroken for her son and wept for him, but she dared not cry out loud, fearing the people behind her would notice. The king held her shoulder, and Xie Lian stared at her in amazement.
Whenever a person suffers, the first person they think of is the one who loves them most. For Xie Lian, that person is undoubtedly his mother. Perhaps it's pointless to say, but after days of suffering, pain and pain, he truly wants to turn back into a ten-year-old child and cry in his mother's arms.
Yet, to this day, every path he had chosen was his own. His parents were already in dire straits, and with so many people watching him anxiously, he couldn't afford to show even a hint of weakness. If even he couldn't bear it, who else could?
So, Xie Lian said against his will, "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not suffering at all."
Only he himself knows whether it is painful or not.
After several palace servants supported the king and queen, looking back every step of the way, Xie Lian was once again exposed to the scorching sun, his eyes drowsily closing. He didn't know how long it had been before he opened them. Dusk had fallen on the horizon, the setting sun shone, and there were only a few believers left below.
But when he lowered his head, he saw a small flower lying alone not far away.
Xie Lian wasn't quite sure when the flower appeared there, so he freed one hand and picked it up.
It was a tiny flower. Its snow-white petals, its pale green calyx, and its delicate stem, still wet with dew, looked like tears, pitiful. Its faint, subtle fragrance seemed familiar, unassuming yet refreshing.
He couldn't help but hold the flower tightly, close to his heart.
At this moment, a sudden stench of blood overwhelmed the delicate floral fragrance. Xie Lian looked up, his eyes dazzled as a figure lunged at him, roaring, "Why! Why!!"
Xie Lian was startled, and waved his sleeve to dismiss the man. He managed to raise his spirits and said, “Who is it?”
He swung the man away with a single sleeve, sending him tumbling several times on the ground. Xie Lian, still holding onto the five-foot-tall golden statue, didn't dare stand or approach, but he recognized the man instantly. He had only one leg—the young man who had given him an umbrella and whose leg he had amputated with his own hands!
The young man was covered in blood, his palms stained with blood. He had actually crawled all the way here using both hands and feet, leaving a horrific trail of blood on the ground. He struggled to sit up, and Xie Lian asked in astonishment, "H-how did you get out? Aren't you recuperating in the Undefiled Forest?"
The young man didn't answer him, but instead crawled towards him, using both his hands and feet. Since he only had one leg, he looked quite terrifying. Xie Lian exclaimed, "You...!"
The young man suddenly lifted up the trouser leg of his only remaining right leg and asked, "Why?"
Looking closely, I saw a distorted human face on his right leg!
At this moment, one of Xie Lian's greatest fears had indeed occurred. If he hadn't been sitting down, he would have fallen. The young man slammed the ground and yelled, "Why did you cut off my leg?! I still got sick again! My leg is gone too! Why? Give me back my leg! Give me back my leg!"
He could still vividly remember the smile on the young man's face when he'd thrust the umbrella into his hand that day. But now, he looked like a madman. The contrast was too stark. Xie Lian's mind was in a state of confusion. He was bewildered and trembling, "I..."
It took him a long while to react and said, "I...I'll help you!"
After saying this, he immediately cast a spell to suppress the evil spirit in the young man's leg. Unexpectedly, wailing sounds rang out all around, and three or four more people rushed over, all crying, "Your Highness, save me!" "Your Highness, save me!"
"Your Highness, look at my face. I cut off half of it, but it still hasn't healed. Why? How can I heal it?"
"Your Highness, look at me, look at what I have become!"
Bloody scenes were forced upon him one after another. Xie Lian’s eyes widened, his hands waving about in an unknown direction, muttering, “I won’t look at it. I won’t look at it. I don’t want to look at it!”
It turned out that after the patients with the Human-Faced Plague in the Unforgettable Forest collectively relapsed, a great chaos finally broke out. They actually broke through the soldiers and doctors who were guarding them and ran out to find him!
Now that they've escaped, if the virus isn't quickly suppressed, the human-faced plague will spread even faster. Xie Lian closed his eyes and strained his strength, hoping to help these people suppress the virus and temporarily alleviate their pain. However, no sooner had he suppressed it than more people rushed toward him, "Your Highness, there's me too! Help me too!"
Surrounded by over a dozen people, Xie Lian felt as if the golden statue above him was about to collapse. Feeling panicky, he said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! I..."
One person couldn't help but say, "I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait any longer. I've waited too long!"
"Your Highness, why did you treat him but not me?"
Gradually, the voices surrounding him changed:
"Why is it that when you treated him, all his symptoms disappeared, but when you treated me, I didn't feel much better? Aren't you a god? How can this be so unfair! I want fairness!"
Xie Lian argued, “No, I’m not being unfair. This isn’t my fault. It’s just that your illnesses are different…”
"Either you don't help, or if you're going to help, then help to the end. What does it mean if you want to quit now? Is that up to you?"
Xie Lian was a little breathless and said, "I'm not abandoning my responsibility. I just... need to wait a moment..."
"Do you know how to cure this disease?"
Xie Lian opened his mouth: "I..."
"If you know, then why won't you tell us?!"
Xie Lian held his head and said, “I don’t know!”
"You're lying! I've heard it from others, you clearly know it! I see through you, you refuse to tell us, simply because you want us to keep begging you like this so you can cheat us out of our offerings! Liar, you're a liar!"
"What is the method? Tell me now, why don't you tell me!!!"
Xie Lian's face was pale, his eyes blank, as he was pushed and shoved by countless hands, some of which had already viciously grabbed his neck. Then, the most ridiculous scene appeared. He was clearly a god, but at this moment, a faint voice in his heart cried out: "...Help!"
It seemed as if someone was pulling those hands apart, yet it seemed as if no one was. He wasn't quite sure, but he knew these people, their faces covered in bloodstains and their arms and legs missing, seemed to be tearing him apart and eating him. An unknown amount of time passed before a distant, ghostly wailing horn blared. Everyone was so busy wailing and tearing themselves apart that they paid no attention to the horn. But Xie Lian suddenly shuddered. He knew it was the horn of victory for the Yong'an people!
Unable to sit still any longer, or perhaps unable to hold on any longer, he leaned forward and knelt. Simultaneously, the five-foot-tall golden statue above him, which he had painstakingly supported for days, followed his movements and instantly collapsed as if lifeless.
With a loud rumbling sound, the tall and heavy sky tower pressed down and shattered into pieces along with the golden statue!
The golden body itself was indestructible. However, because Xie Lian had poured so much of his magical power into it, hoping it would hold up the Sky Tower, it had long since become extremely fragile. The patients who had escaped from the Undead Forest fled, died, or were injured. People in the palace and on the streets were scurrying frantically, some fleeing from the shattered pieces of the Sky Tower, others from the terrifying human-faced patients. Xie Lian covered his head with his hands and stumbled towards the gates of the imperial city.
A fire erupted on the city wall, sending billowing black smoke billowing. Xie Lian scrambled up onto the terrace, brushing past countless soldiers retreating in panic. From the tower, he didn't know what to do. With his face covered in black ash and tears streaming down his face, he could only gaze blankly down below. His blurred vision revealed corpses strewn across the ground, and only a single white figure stood amidst the battlefield, its sleeves fluttering. It wasn't a boy, but a young man. Turning back, he spotted him from afar. He waved gracefully, seemingly about to depart.
Seeing this, Xie Lian shouted sternly, “Don’t go!!!”
The two previous times he had met him, he had been wearing fake skin, but Xie Lian had a hunch that this time, he must be the real one! So, without hesitation, he scaled the wall and leaped off the tower.
Throughout his life, Xie Lian had leaped from immense heights countless times. Relying on his immense magical powers and exceptional martial arts, he had always landed safely. Each time, he felt proud and content, each time a classic mythical celestial appearance. But this time, he was no longer a myth.
As soon as he landed, he lost his balance and leaned to the side. A piercing pain instantly spread from his legs throughout his body.
He broke his leg.
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A broken leg wasn't a big deal; it would heal quickly. However, from that day on, Xie Lian seemed like a completely different person.
He seemed to have lost his soul, his former awe-inspiring power gone. After losing the first battle, there was a second, and a third... He didn't want to draw his sword, didn't want to fight, but with no one else to take his place, he had no choice but to go. Once on the battlefield, he wasn't passive or slacking off; he truly gave it his all. But for some reason, even though he was barely twenty years old, his sword-gripping hand began to tremble like an old man on his deathbed.
He was trembling with fear, and he himself couldn't clearly tell who or what it was that frightened him. Later, the soldiers who had originally respected him gradually lost their patience with him.
Xie Lian knew that many people were beginning to spread the rumor: What kind of war god is this? He's clearly the god of plague!
But he couldn't refute anything. Simply because Xie Lian himself was also wondering: Could it be that he really had become the God of Plague?
If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. For Xianle Nation, the real catastrophe was the Human Face Plague, which had finally gotten completely out of control.
Five hundred people, one thousand people, two thousand people, three thousand people… In the end, Xie Lian no longer dared to ask how many people had been infected today.
As if it was the final verdict on him, on this day, the heaven finally opened the door to him and conveyed a message to him: Your Highness the Crown Prince, it is time to return to heaven.
It was self-evident what awaited him on this return trip. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both felt a rare unease. Xie Lian, however, was preoccupied with something else. He said to the two, "Before I leave, I want to visit one more place."
Feng Xin said, "Where are you going?"
Xie Lian said, “Huangji Temple.”
After a moment of silence, Feng Xin said, "Don't go."
Xie Lian had already walked out on his own. Feng Xin said, "Your Highness!" Unable to stop him, he had no choice but to follow him with Mu Qing.
The three of them hiked up the mountain.
Huangji Temple was where Xie Lian's first temple was built, and where his first statue was erected. However, at the request of the Imperial Master, the three thousand disciples had long since been dismissed from the mountain, and Huangji Temple was now just an empty temple.
Halfway up the mountain, Xie Lian looked down. He saw clusters of bright flames everywhere in the imperial city, reflecting the starry sky. It was a truly beautiful sight. Feng Xin, however, was furious and cursed, "What a bunch of lunatics!"
Xie Lian stared at the fire intently. Feng Xin said again, "Stop looking! What's so good about it?"
Feng Xin had scolded Xie Lian countless times during this time: "Do you enjoy making things difficult for yourself, or what?" But Xie Lian didn't really know what he wanted. He only knew that if he saw another temple burned or destroyed, he couldn't help himself and had to go see it for himself. He didn't say anything, and couldn't stop them, so he just stood there and watched. What was there to see? He didn't know.
At this time, a fire also lit up on Prince Peak. Feng Xin was astonished and said, "Why did they even not spare the Huangji Temple?! Were these people's ancestral graves dug up or..."
He shut up before he finished speaking, because he remembered that the pain and torture that many people in Xianle Country were suffering was even worse than the joke of "having their ancestors' graves dug up."
However, the fire was initially small, flaring for a moment before dying out, as if someone had put it out. This startled Feng Xin. These days, only humans dared to set fires, never to put them out. Anyone who tried to dissuade or stop the vicious group from burning and destroying the temple would be treated like Xie Lian, the "Plague God," and beaten to death. For this reason, the three men had long since ceased to appear before mortals, remaining invisible.
As the three of them climbed the mountain, they heard the sounds of fighting. When they reached Prince Peak, they found that the Xianle Palace had been completely demolished. Only the framework of a large hall and the four walls remained. The statue on the huge altar was no longer there. A group of people were fighting at the door of the dilapidated hall, shouting as they fought, "You bastard! You little brat! Did you lose your wife's virginity here or something? Do you think this shabby temple is your life?!"
Xie Lian knew at a glance that this group of people definitely didn't come to destroy his temple out of anger. They were just a group of refugees who were eager to create chaos. They came to burn the temple to loot or just for fun. But at this point, he didn't care much about who was destroying his temple. At this moment, in the midst of the frenzied fighting, a young man's extremely fierce voice pierced the night sky: "Get out!!!"
Listening carefully, it was actually a single person fighting a group of people. Furthermore, this person was only in his teens, a half-grown child, yet he refused to show weakness or lose the upper hand. However, it was a one-on-many situation after all, and the young man's face was already covered in blood, bruises, and scars, making it difficult to see his face. Feng Xin said, "This kid will definitely be a brave man when he grows up!"
At that moment, a man with a sinister look in his eyes suddenly appeared. He picked up a large rock and was about to smash it against the boy's head. Xie Lian saw this and waved his hand, causing the rock to rebound and hit his own face. He screamed and his nose bled profusely. The boy was startled, then turned around and raised his fists to start beating him again. His beating was so terrifying that it scared off a group of adults. They ran, pointing at him and bluffing, "Damn it! Just wait! Wait until I bring my men to deal with you!"
The young man sneered and said, "If you dare to come, I will kill you!!!"
The group was terrified and ran even faster. The young man finished cursing, rushed to the side of the extinguished fire and stomped on it several times, crushing every spark until it died. Then he went into the main hall, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, carefully smoothed it out, and hung it in the air. Finally, he leaned against the altar and sat on the ground, lost in thought.
Xie Lian approached, lightly gliding onto the altar, and discovered that the young man was hanging a painting in the air. The brushwork was immature, evidently the work of someone who had never learned to paint. Yet, every stroke was meticulously executed, a painting of the prince pleasing the gods. Apparently, it was meant to replace the statue he had summoned. Feng Xin said, "Very well done!"
Feng Xin had finally found someone willing to defend Xie Lian after all these days. He'd been so excited just now that he wanted to fight for him. Now, looking at this young man, he naturally felt that everything was good. Mu Qing lowered his eyes, his gaze flickering, as if remembering something, but he didn't say anything. Xie Lian raised his hand and gently touched the painting.
It wasn't particularly noticeable, just like a gentle breeze. The young man suddenly raised his head from his knees, his scarred face suddenly brightening as he asked, "Is that you?"
Feng Xin was shocked and asked, "Why is this kid so cunning?"
Mu Qing said, "Let's go."
Xie Lian nodded slightly and was about to turn around when the young man leaped over the edge of the altar, breathing slightly faster. "I know it's you! Your Highness, please don't leave. I have something to tell you!"
Hearing this, all three of them were stunned. The young man seemed extremely nervous and clenched his fist. "Although your palace was burned down, but... don't be unhappy. I will build you more palaces and temples in the future. Bigger, more magnificent ones, unmatched by anyone else. No one will ever be able to compare to you. I definitely will!"
“…”
The three of them were silent.
This young man, ragged and dusty, with a bruised face and a miserable appearance, yet spoke such ambitious and bold words, truly making one laugh and cry. As if afraid his voice wouldn't reach the other party, he cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted at the painting on the altar: "Your Highness! Do you hear me? In my heart, you are God! You are the only God, the true God! Do you hear me?!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs that the entire Taicang Mountain echoed with it: - Did you hear that!
Xie Lian suddenly burst into laughter. It was so abrupt that it startled Feng Xin and Mu Qing. Xie Lian laughed and shook his head. The young man couldn't hear him, but he seemed to sense something, his eyes blazing as he glanced around. Suddenly, a drop of icy water landed on his cheek. The young man's eyes widened, and for a moment, a snow-white reflection filled them. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, the reflection was gone.
Seeing Xie Lian suddenly reveal himself for a moment, Feng Xin said, “Your Highness, you just…”
Xie Lian said in confusion, “Just now? Oh, my magic power is gone, I just lost control for a moment.”
The young man stood up straight and rubbed his eyes, as if trying to hold on to the fleeting image. Xie Lian, however, closed his eyes for a moment before saying, "Forget it."
Finally, he got a response, but it was just these three words. The young man's eyes lit up at first, and the corners of his mouth rose, but then he was startled again, and the curve of his mouth gradually fell. He said: "...What? Forgot what?
Xie Lian sighed and said to him gently, "Forget it."
The young man was stunned and speechless. Xie Lian muttered to himself again, "Forget it. Soon no one will remember it anyway."
Hearing this, the young man opened his eyes wide, and suddenly tears silently flowed from his eyes, washing a pale mark on his face. His Adam's apple moved in his neck, and he said, "I..."
Feng Xin seemed a little reluctant and said, "Your Highness, stop talking. You've broken the rules again."
Xie Lian said, “Well, I won’t say any more. But, I’ve already broken so many rules, so a few more words won’t hurt.”
He didn't let the young man hear this again. The three of them stepped down from the altar and walked out of the ruined hall. The night wind blew, and Xie Lian shook his head.
He was still a priest, so it was not normal for him to feel "cold". However, at this moment, he truly felt the bone-chilling cold.
Unexpectedly, the young man who was left behind by them suddenly murmured in the hall: "No."
He clearly couldn't see Xie Lian and the others, but he had accurately found the right direction, rushed out, and shouted at their backs, "No!"
The three of them turned around and saw that the young man's eyes were breathtakingly bright in the dark, and his face was full of scars, looking angry, sad, happy, and crazy.
In the midst of surging tears, he said, "I will never forget.
"I will never forget you!!!"
The author has something to say: I've finally reached this point... The soon-to-be-forgotten gods and the young believers in the dilapidated temple, this is the first image that impressed me in my mind, and it was also the impulse that initially drove me to write this article. I'm the kind of person who would write a whole book just to write a fragment... I'm so tired of writing nonsense...
It's not easy to follow this all the way to now, thank you very much, I give you a thumbs up. But I... it's even harder for me to write [covering my face] This book is really exhausting to write.
Okay, now that the second volume is finished, the third volume will return to the normal timeline.
Volume 3: No Taboos
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