Luan Shan listened quietly to Cen Qiyun's explanation. He asked in confusion: "How do you know these things? We..."
He looked at the five people he had brought over and asked doubtfully, "Have you heard of this saying?"
The mechanic, who must be quite old, had a mechanical structure on his right hand and the right half of his face. A red light flashed in his electronic eyes, and he finally said:
"I compared the books stored in the database, and there is indeed such a statement. It comes from the book 'The Joy of the Gods' compiled by a wise believer."
He looked at Cen Qiyun with admiration, "I didn't expect you to have read even such an unpopular book." He nodded and introduced himself: "I'm Tian Mo."
Cen Qiyun felt sorry for the other person.
If Tian Mo loses God's grace, with the semi-mechanical structure of his brain, he will probably die immediately!
Cen Qiyun took a deep breath and said, "I used to be a mechanic too." The flesh on her right hand faded away, revealing a rusty mechanical hand.
"After losing Divine Grace, I looked up a lot of information on this point."
The others looked at each other in bewilderment, and the nature walker, a slender middle-aged woman with flowers, green leaves, and vines all over her body, suddenly stood up.
"Merciful goddess of nature, you will never abandon me!"
She was the first to turn and leave, leaving behind a fresh and elegant fragrance like that of the forest.
Luan Shan apologized to Meng Yi and the others, "Ye Linglan...she's always been torn. On the one hand, she feels that she should respect the Goddess of Nature, but on the other hand, she doesn't like those extremists in Hong'an City."
The ascetic monk among the five was bald, gray-robed, skinny, and also very old, but his body was free of any thorns or weeds, clean and dust-free. He spoke with a warm expression:
"This journey is a penance for me. I am not worried that the thorn bush will be disgusted with me."
He looked at the headless corpse of the ascetic monk controlled by Meng Yi, and sized up the thorny wire wrapped around its body. He shook his head and sighed:
"This fellow believer has failed to understand the true meaning of asceticism, and thorns must be entangled in his heart."
He nodded to Meng Yi and the others, "I'm Mu Zhishang, thank you both for your help."
Mu Zhishang was the second one to turn around and leave. He stepped barefoot on the ground and the dust dissipated on its own.
There were three people left. They looked middle-aged, but their bodies resembled those of old men. The Light Chaser coughed twice.
"I don't care about dying... My body is burned by the light, and my time is running out."
He opened his arms and looked up, "Praise the light!"
A dazzling, bright, scorching light suddenly descended from the sky.
The light enveloped the light seeker.
His body gradually melted away.
“Thank you, Light!”
This scene made Meng Yi unable to understand, and he looked at Luan Shan in astonishment.
"His journey was over. It should have ended when his wife died on the way. I begged him for help, which allowed him to persevere until here..."
"wife?"
Luan Shan looked at the Light Chaser who was disappearing in the light and nodded silently: "He is forty years old. His wife and he are..."
Luan Shan frowned and looked at Meng Yi, "Do you understand the term 'childhood sweethearts'?"
Meng Yi's throat seemed to be choked by something. Of course he could understand that Cen Qiyun was the one who looked confused.
He seemed to have realized something and looked at Luan Shan and the others. "You... the five of you, no, the three God-Blessed Ones, have all experienced the old times, right?"
They look quite old!
Those who remained behind, Luan Shan, Tian Mo, and Wang Shuo, all said in unison: "Yes, we are from the old times!"
The voices of the three people overlapped and were not magnificent.
There is only a faint sense of unyielding.
Meng Yi reached out his hand, and with a trembling hand, he pointed at the pile of ashes left behind by the Light Chaser, full of confusion.
"Then why is he thankful for the light?"
This gang!
False God!
A large part of human suffering comes from gods!
"Shouldn't it be?" Luan Shan asked back.
He took out a small metal container from his arms and carefully collected the ashes inside. "The light has allowed him and his wife to live until now."
He shook the metal container gently and looked back at Meng Yi. "There are his wife's ashes in here..."
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