Chapter 673 The Lord’s Revelation
The cabin was filled with an almost stagnant silence, with only the low and regular hum of the engine and the occasional slight bump when the car body rolled over the uneven road.
Feng Mu leaned in the back seat, his face turned toward the window, still staring blankly at the world.
Jiang Li was driving, looking intently at the road ahead. A black line also appeared above his head, like a strange antenna, going straight through the roof and all the way up.
After a while, Feng Mu silently withdrew his gaze, and a deep feeling of powerlessness gripped him.
Now he has no idea what these black lines are, and he is powerless to do anything about them.
After watching it for a long time, it seems to be of no use except increasing the psychological heaviness and an inexplicable feeling of nausea.
Feng Mu took a breath helplessly, and inevitably inhaled some black air into his nostrils.
"I just finished my marrow cleansing, and it's already been contaminated again."
Feng Mu's heart sank slightly.
Although the system panel in his mind had not yet popped up any prompts or warnings, he could clearly feel that his body seemed to have become a little heavier in a trance.
There seemed to be a very slight feeling of stagnation inside the body, as if a grain of sand had been blown into the most sophisticated instrument.
It seems to be just a grain of sand, harmless, but it cannot withstand his continuous breathing, and the sand will accumulate more and more sooner or later!
"As long as the dark aura still permeates the lower city, I will inevitably continue to be contaminated.
At this rate, it won’t be long before black energy accumulates in my body again, my internal organs are corroded once more, my five senses are covered in dust once more, and I might even return to the state of the living dead…”
Thinking of this, Feng Mu's expression couldn't help but become slightly solemn. For the first time, he had the idea of changing the location of the lower city.
In the past, no matter how dark and dirty the downtown area was, Feng Mu didn’t care much. The worst that could happen was that he would just embrace the darkness.
But if it is the concrete "darkness" before our eyes, then forget it.
It’s not that he suddenly changed his temperament and developed some lofty ideal of compassion for the world and wanting to save the people from dire straits.
Feng Mu is not that great. His motives are much purer and more selfish. He just wants to give his "living environment" a thorough cleaning.
But this idea is just a vague thought that has just been born.
Feng Mu hasn't figured out how to do it or how to clean it yet.
"You can use the Marrow Cleansing Pill to cleanse yourself, but you can't use the Marrow Cleansing Pill to cleanse the world, right? So how do we do it?
It would be great if these people, these buildings, everything in this city could clean themselves like smart appliances..."
At the moment when this wild thought flashed through my mind——
An extremely vague auditory hallucination, like the sound of an old radio channel crossing channels, invaded his mind without warning.
Feng Mu was stunned and subconsciously held his breath, focusing all his attention inward, trying to capture this strange "auditory hallucination".
As he listened, he gradually realized that someone was praying to him, asking him for guidance.
"The 'auditory hallucination' mentioned in the [Agent's Gift] skill description?"
Feng Mu understood immediately.
After understanding the source, he almost subconsciously tried to "link" his consciousness in the direction where the prayer came from.
There is no instruction manual or operating guide. It seems like an innate ability. The moment the idea comes into mind, the connection is established.
In an instant, the voice in my mind became extremely clear. It was no longer a vague hallucination, but real words. I could even make out the trembling, anger and deep helplessness in the speaker's voice.
Not only that…
Feng Mu was surprised to find that his "perspective" seemed to have switched as well.
He felt as if he had silently "hacked" into the prayer's consciousness center and secretly turned on the other person's camera (eyes) without the other person noticing.
So, he no longer just "heard".
He "saw" it.
What comes into view is a slightly shaky 480p first-person perspective image.
An old wooden table with a bowl of leftover synthetic porridge on it, and opposite sat a middle-aged man with a heavy burden of life between his brows.
It looked like a conversation between a father and son at the dinner table, a scene he was very familiar with.
In fact, according to the skill introduction, with Feng Mu's current level of [Agency's Gift lv2], he should not have this ability of "visual sharing" and should only stay at the level of "listening" to prayers.
But who made him secretly form the "Nascent Soul"?
This is an invisible benefit brought to him by "Nascent Soul", but Feng Mu himself is not aware of it and still thinks it is the effect of the skill itself.
Feng Mu quietly "watched" all this, and through Chen Fengrui's eyes and ears, he felt the anger in the other's heart, the suppressed fire, and the strong gratitude and prayers for him.
Feng Mu still had some doubts in his heart:
"Strange, the agent I raised is so enthusiastic about me. Could this be the qualified and potential 'Saint' mentioned in the skill introduction?!!"
Feng Mu's thoughts were stirred. Listening to this conversation between father and son, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration for a method of cleansing... no, a method of cleaning the world...
Listening to his father's answer, Chen Fengrui never thought the answer would be so "incredible".
He was unwilling to believe the truth, especially since he had now become a person with power.
"Will the poor who have gained power make the poor shut up? So, now that I have power, I... No, no, I will never become that kind of person!"
Chen Fengrui did not refute his father's words anymore, but just swore secretly in his heart.
Seeing that his son seemed to be convinced by him, he finally lowered his head and ate obediently.
The middle-aged man stopped talking about this heavy topic and instead said:
"After all, today's downtown is better than your grandfather's time. At least, everyone can register as a citizen.
Hurry up and register today, then report to the Executive Yuan. Your dad has used your uncle's connections to find you a temporary job there."
Chen Fengrui stopped drinking his porridge, and a surge of anger rose in his heart, and he returned to his previous displeased attitude:
"Third Uncle? Haha, he's just a security guard at the Executive Yuan. What connections can he have? Tell me, how much money did he take from our family this time..."
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man growled, and veins on his forehead jumped.
"He's your uncle after all, how could he possibly cheat us? Besides, you know nothing. Being a security guard in the Executive Yuan is different from us.
I also paid attention and asked around. There was a temporary worker in the message room before. He was accidentally electrocuted and died on his way home on a rainy day. That's why the position was vacant.
Your uncle also spent money and asked others for help to get your name in. Even so, you still have to compete with two other people, and in the end only one is needed.
You...you'd better work harder, perform well, and try to get a permanent position and stay! Otherwise..."
The man's voice lowered, and he said tiredly:
"Otherwise, our family won't have any more money to support you, and you'll really have no choice but to... burn your body at the incinerator, or climb the garbage mountain at the sanitation department.
People in those places don’t live long…”
The middle-aged man talked a lot, which made Chen Fengrui feel extremely annoyed.
This irritation was not entirely directed at his father's cowardice, but more at the upper city, the Executive Yuan, and this damn world.
If he had a choice, he would not be willing to work in the Executive Government.
He has quite positive values. In his eyes, the injustice inflicted on the people of the lower city is caused by the Executive Yuan, and working for the Executive Yuan is tantamount to aiding and abetting the evil.
He doesn't want to!
At this moment, his mouth suddenly froze, and the rejection that had already reached the tip of his tongue was frozen.
A cold and majestic voice came into his mind. It was the voice from the "Lord" and the guidance from the "Lord".
"Promise him to infiltrate the Executive Yuan!"
After the great "Lord" bestowed power upon him for free, he also revealed wisdom to him.
This revelation was an oracle to him.
Chen Fengrui stood there in a daze, his pupils dilated and lost focus for a moment.
A few seconds later, an ecstasy that was about to overflow broke through the usual sarcasm and indifference on his face. He quickly lowered his head and used the action of drinking porridge to hide the earth-shaking tsunami in his heart.
He took a deep breath, forcing his violent heartbeat to calm down. Then he put down his bowl and chopsticks, raised his head, and his expression became extremely serious, even with an unprecedented solemnity:
"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely become a regular employee and stay in the Executive Government."
The middle-aged man had originally prepared a set of rhetoric to educate his son, but he didn't expect that his son would suddenly become so... obedient?
Listening to his son's ambitious words, for some reason, he should have been relieved, but a slight uneasiness emerged in his heart.
Did his preaching finally make his son wake up?
He opened his mouth, but finally squeezed out a dry sentence:
"As long as you understand, you will be different from others as long as you can stay in the Executive Mansion."
Chen Fengrui nodded in agreement and said:
"Yes, I am different from others!"
He drank the remaining porridge in the bowl in a few gulps, wiped his mouth casually with his sleeve, and stood up suddenly:
"I'll go register now, and then go directly to the Executive Yuan to find my third uncle."
The movement was so fast that it almost knocked over the chair.
He grabbed the old coat on the back of the chair and hurried towards the door, his steps so light that he almost jumped.
For Chen Fengrui, the whole world was turned upside down the moment the "Lord" gave the oracle.
Before the oracle, working for the Executive Yuan was considered self-degradation and aiding and abetting the evil, and was a pathetic compromise with this fucked-up world.
But with the oracle, this is called... infiltrating the enemy on orders.
Yes, among the 44 agents, Chen Fengrui may not be the strongest, but he definitely has the most correct values. Deep in his heart, he has a lofty sense of mission.
Maybe he is naive, maybe he is superficial...but he really wants to do something big.
Chen Fengrui is a true born traitor.
The great Lord Feng Mu did not expect that there was a revolutionary spark hidden among his agents.
Revolution is good!
Isn’t revolution the self-cleansing of the human world?
……..
Chen Fengrui walked quickly on the crowded and noisy street.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning low-quality energy, the greasy aroma from food stalls, and the sweat and fatigue emanating from countless people.
This is the daily air in downtown, turbid and heavy, and has nothing to do with the "sweetness" advertised in advertisements.
The streets are lined with densely packed shanties and old buildings that have been squeezed into every available space. Pipes and cables of various types meander between the exterior walls like exposed blood vessels and nerves. Many joints are still leaking liquids of unknown colors, which gather on the ground into suspicious stains.
However, all this dirty environment could not affect the ecstasy that was almost bursting out from Chen Fengrui's heart.
“The Lord, the Lord answered me!”
This thought echoed wildly in his mind, like the most inspiring war drum, making his heart beat wildly and his blood boil.
He forced himself not to shout out loud in the street, and could only repeat it in his heart with great piety:
"Lord! I obey your command! I will definitely infiltrate the Executive Government and will never let you down!"
Feng Mu, who was half-possessed in Chen Fengrui's consciousness, felt a little helpless as he listened to the excited expressions of loyalty that kept echoing in his ears without taking a breath.
"Just once is enough... I'm not deaf, there's no need to repeat myself."
He muttered to himself.
But he did not stop this enthusiasm.
Maybe... this is the fanatical attribute that comes with the 'Saint'?
That's pretty good.
After all, from Feng Mu's perspective, he didn't do anything except giving them a tiny bit of power for free.
But what about the other party?
He has already developed such a blind and passionate admiration for himself, and the input-output ratio is so high that Feng Mu himself feels a little... embarrassed.
The key point is that he is half-possessed by the other person at this moment, and he cannot hide any emotional fluctuations of the other person. He can feel that this person is extremely loyal to him and even has a strong will to die for him.
By analogy, this person's loyalty is roughly on par with Guan Zhong.
It's just outrageous.
After all, Guan Zhong was always by his side and was constantly influenced by him, but why did this person do this?
I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out.
Feng Mu could only attribute it to the special physique of the "saints", who were naturally easily influenced by the "Lord".
Feng Mu was too lazy to dwell on this question any further. He collected his thoughts and responded in a calm and detached tone, befitting a "master," to Chen Fengrui's boiling sea of consciousness:
"It's not that I want you to dive in, but the answer you desire and the path you are pursuing are right there."
When Chen Fengrui heard this, his face turned red instantly, as if he had received great encouragement and enlightenment.
He shouted back even more passionately in his heart:
"I understand! I completely understand what the Lord means! The Lord doesn't need me to do anything. The Lord is simply revealing it to me."
Feng Mu: “…”
Is this what he meant by what he just said?
Well, it’s not impossible!
Feng Mu felt that Chen Fengrui’s understanding and interpretation of His words... were quite accurate and very consistent with the positioning and style that a "Lord" should have.
Feng Mu then readily accepted this interpretation and replied:
"The road is under your feet. I cannot walk for you, but I can give you a glimmer of guidance."
(End of this chapter)
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