In any case, Meng Yi and Zhang Zimin reached a consensus.
As for when, where, and how the God of Slaughter will attack the Holy City of Redemption,
This requires Old Turtle to give a warning, and then Xiao Wu can reveal his whereabouts, etc...
In a word, sit back and wait.
Of course, it would be best if you could "eliminate" the population of the Natural City...
Meng Yi sat on the chair, his posture becoming casual.
The shadow that had been lingering in his heart since the incident in Li Ancheng had finally dissipated for the most part.
Only now did he have the leisure to look at the golden-red light that enveloped the entire room.
It looked like a manifestation of some ability Zhang Zimin possessed, the light of wisdom? Or perhaps some kind of fixed ritual magic effect?
It should be the latter.
Zhang Zimin gradually came back to his senses from the excitement of planning against gods as a mortal.
He glanced at Meng Yi, who was reaching out to feel his golden-red light, and began to ask the question that had been weighing on his mind since their last separation:
"I have a lot of questions about what you said last time...about the knowledge of the God of Death.
for example…"
Meng Yi retracted his right hand, and with a helpless smile, he interrupted the other party: "Commissioner Zhang, I have told you all I know before.
As a member of the human race, I have nothing to hide.
There are many things I am still exploring.”
Zhang Zimin nodded slightly. Regardless of whether Meng Yi really didn't know more or was holding back to ensure his "sincere cooperation", it was not appropriate to continue asking.
But he had no questions, but Meng Yi still had a lot of questions in his mind.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Meng Yi spoke casually:
"Commissioner Zhang, there's one thing I've never understood: the gods don't like religion.
So...what do the clans in the wilderness say?
The gods created them, equivalent to their father and mother gods. Wouldn't this give rise to some vague...primitive worship?"
He almost betrayed his faith, but fortunately he changed his words in time.
Otherwise, who knows what Zhang Zimin would think of.
If I said a little more this time, the other party would grab my clothes and shout, "Salvation is here."
The golden-red light began to gradually fade. Zhang Zimin chuckled and said, "Salvation is not like religion..."
Meng Yi had a blank expression on his face, knowing that the other party would say that.
Soon, as the door of the room was opened, Huang Qianliu, who was tall but ordinary-looking, and the big arbitrator with a cold and hard expression rushed in.
Zhang Zimin pointed at Huang Qianliu and said calmly, "You can ask him why there is no primitive worship of gods among the clan.
As a psion, he understands this much better than I do."
"Oh? Are you interested in this?"
Huang Qianliu pulled out a chair, looked at Meng Yi and sat down leisurely, then smiled and said:
"The reason is quite simple. The attitude of the gods' followers towards them cannot be described as good. In fact, they mostly harbor hatred."
He reached out and stroked his chin, "This is the conclusion I came to after traveling through their spiritual world.
It's not just one clan that's like this."
Meng Yi's heart was suddenly filled with confusion and puzzlement.
In his view, clans involve the control of gods over their authority and are an important means for gods to expand their "positions".
The importance that gods place on their families also indirectly proves this point.
But now... Huang Qianliu's conclusion is... too strange.
Huang Qianliu noticed Meng Yi's bewilderment and spoke with interest, "Huh... Does this seem to have overturned some of your ideas?"
"yes…"
Meng Yi replied vaguely, "I've always believed that gods value their families."
"You're right. The gods value their clan as a whole, but... they don't care about the individual."
Huang Qianliu sighed, "Just like treating humans, it doesn't matter what happens to you.
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