Players all remember that when they first entered the dungeon, there was indeed a male statue in the center of the church.
It is unclear what religious system this god belongs to.
Later, everyone was so busy with the task of survival that no one noticed its presence.
"The statue is gone... Could he have sneaked into the players?" A player opened his eyes wide in panic and muttered to himself, but he was quickly covered by another player's mouth: "What nonsense!"
"Has any player tried to identify this statue? Could it be another god?"
"No, he seemed to have disappeared from the beginning. We all thought there were no statues in the church..."
All the players fell silent.
The idol is gone. So where is it? What does it want to do? Is this NPC good or bad?
***
Jian Bumian was too lazy to care about what happened on the player's side. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Michael carefully.
The little boy didn't understand why his mother was looking at him. He asked curiously, "Mom, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
“…”
Jian Bumian came back to his senses, chuckled, and pinched the child's soft white cheek: "Michael, why do you have blond hair and blue eyes? My father and I both have black hair, and neither of us has blue eyes."
The little boy's expression froze and he was completely stunned.
He thought seriously for a long time, then moved closer to Jian Busian and blinked his innocent blue eyes: "Maybe I have more than one father?"
Jian Bumian: “…………”
The audience in the live broadcast room were surprised by this answer.
[Hahahaha, the kid’s dad’s head is glowing green!!]
[I heard the hidden meaning from the little boy's words... Mr. Wang next door? ]
[Has Mian Mian slept with more than one man? ]
[Get lost upstairs, my wife has never kissed anyone! ! ]
Jian Bumian was shocked by the little boy's answer and didn't want to respond.
What are the kids thinking about nowadays?
Jian Bumian stood up and took the other person's hand: "Come on, let's go back to the bedroom to sleep."
"Okay, mom."
They walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the church.
The second floor is where church members live.
The refugees who came to the church for refuge yesterday were also placed in the corridor on the second floor.
They moved unwanted quilts and cotton-padded clothes from the storage room and spread them on the ground, which could barely serve as a simple bed. Several people squeezed on it very uncomfortably.
When they saw Jian Bumian coming, they immediately opened their eyes wide and knelt down tremblingly.
In their eyes, Jian Busian was not an ordinary church member, but the extremely honorable Holy Son.
The boy's skin was so white that it was translucent, and his facial features were beautiful and delicate. He wore a white robe that reached his ankles. The warm wind blew past, and the robe fluttered in the sunlight. With every step he took, the sound of the bells on his ankles was ethereal and long.
He looked like a god who came down from heaven to have mercy on the world, totally out of place among the miserable and desperate crowd.
But Jian Busian didn't think so. He stopped in front of the refugees, tilted his head and asked, "When you lived here before, did you ever notice the statue in the center of the temple?"
One of the women was startled and replied, "I sell bread nearby, and I can see the statue through the church door every morning."
Jian Busian raised the corner of his lips: "That statue was originally colored, right?"
When he touched the statue before, it had already turned stone-gray, but despite this, he still noticed that there were faint traces of paint peeling on its lips.
The woman replied, "Yes... it was colored. Later, because it was stored for too long, the color almost faded, so the church staff simply washed it off."
Jane Bumian: "Then can you tell me what color his hair and eyes are?"
His voice was gentle, without any arrogance, and anyone who heard it would be unable to help but let down their guard.
The woman closed her eyes and tried hard to remember.
"The hair of the statue is light gold, and the color of its eyes is very beautiful, the same ocean blue as the sea."
They all match up.
Jian Bumian didn't find anything surprising.
He had originally thought that the little boy NPC and the statue were very strange.
If they were really father and son, Jian Busian thought it was impossible.
This isn't a parent-child dungeon, why are there so many fathers and sons?
The only possibility is that they are the same thing, and Jane Bumian is not their mother.
There is no such thing as a happy family of three.
"thank you."
Jian Bumian thanked the woman and smiled sweetly: "God will bless you."
Jian Busian looked away and glanced at the little boy beside him.
He stuck to Jian Bumian as usual, his expression hadn't changed at all, still had that well-behaved and cold look, like a beautiful angel doll.
But the strength with which he pulled Jane Busian's arm grew stronger and stronger.
The little boy raised his head, his eyes were clear and his voice was soft: "Mom, stop chatting with them and come back to the bedroom with me to sleep."
"good……"
Jane Busian pursed her lips.
**
After Jane Bumian brought the little boy back to the bedroom, she locked the door immediately.
The little boy noticed Jane's unusual behavior and asked in confusion, "Mom, why did you lock the door?"
Jian Bumian: "..."
"Shh. I'll tell you a secret."
Jian Busian half squatted down, hooked his fingers, and moved the child's ears closer to him.
The little boy was confused.
Jian Busian whispered in his ear: "I found your real father. The man in the portrait just now is not your father. Sorry."
As Jian Busian spoke, he felt the temperature of the air around him suddenly drop. Gusts of cold wind blew past, as if an invisible person was blowing on his neck.
But the skin on Jane Busian's neck was very sensitive, and it soon turned lightly red, as if it had been kissed unhappily by someone.
The little boy's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, extremely happy: "Great! I knew that man was not my father. I didn't like him at first sight...Mom, please take me to find my dad."
Jane remained sleepless and indifferent.
"Mom?" Seeing that the other party didn't respond, the little boy tugged at the corner of her clothes.
Jian Bumian leaned over and gently kissed the little boy's golden hair: "Your father can't be found."
The little boy looked stiff: "What, what do you mean?"
Jian Busian raised his eyes, glanced at the sky, and said with his thin lips slightly opened: "Your father is God, he is flying in the sky."
The little boy didn't understand, his pupils shrank slightly, and his stiff expression was full of confusion.
He wanted to continue asking, but Jian Busian stood up and said without hesitation: "I want to identify the gods. I think my child is one of the gods."
Red words appeared in mid-air.
【Reasons for the accusation?】
Jian Busian raised the corners of his lips and said softly:
"I am just an ordinary child in the church. I have never experienced love affairs, but I miraculously have a child. Only God can give people the ability to give birth without love affairs, so he is the child of me and God."
"If he is not a god, then what else could he be?"
【…………】
【The reasons are reasonable and the identification is successful. 】
[Great Mother, your child is indeed the God of Light. ]
The mainstream religions in ancient Europe were Christianity or Christianity, and the holy book that dominated them was the Bible.
The Bible does mention that Jesus, the Son of God, was born of the Virgin Mary, who was a virgin.
Only God could make her pregnant without going through any love affairs.
The live broadcast room was silent, and it took a long time before a comment popped up.
【Absolutely amazing.】
***
Jian Busian looked at the little boy again.
The little boy who was identified as the God of Light was surrounded by sudden golden light. He grinned at Jian Busian with an ambiguous smile.
"You finally found out, dear mother."
He took a step back, a golden light flashed, and then his whole body shattered like a broken mirror, and disappeared from Jian Bumian's sight along with a strong golden light.
…The family of three, who had only been close for one day, broke up.
Jian Busian felt a little sad. It was so hard for her to experience the happiness of a happy family.
Jane Bumian stood up, left the bedroom and went to the church hall.
New blood-red words appeared in the center of the dome.
[Player Jian Bumian, the reason for the identification is reasonable, and the result of the identification is - the God of Light. ]
When this text appeared, all the players present were excited.
Jian Busian identified the god again? ? ! !
It’s been less than half an hour since the last successful identification!!
This speed far exceeds that of all the veteran players present.
Does Jian Busian still remember that he is just a newcomer?
The players held their breath and looked at the young man who walked down the spiral staircase with extreme fear and admiration.
Jian Bumian didn't respond. He blinked, a little embarrassed, and then smiled shyly: "Good evening, everyone."
“…………”
“…”
No one dared to answer.
After a long while, an old player said, "Thanks to Jian Bumian, we have identified two gods. Which of these two gods can eliminate the plague? What is the sacrificial ceremony like?"
"Does anyone know?"
After players select all the gods in this copy, they must also choose the correct god who can eliminate the plague, and then perform a sacrificial ceremony for it.
The main plot seems simple.
But if they take one wrong step, especially the last two steps, they will all be annihilated.
As usual, Jian Busian sat on the windowsill, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
The sunlight outside the window was very bright, shining warmly on the boy. His hair and eyelashes were filled with golden light, and his caramel-colored eyes were reflected into gemstone-like amber, the light was gentle and moving.
So far, he felt that this copy was going too smoothly.
...He always felt that there was something wrong.
For example, if he is the designer of this copy.
Design players to choose the correct god who can eliminate the plague from among a group of gods.
If there are only two gods in this instance, then the accuracy rate is 50%.
This is too simple.
There must be at least three gods.
The God of Light and the God of Darkness are two completely opposite sides. The existence of the God of Darkness can easily infer the existence of the God of Light.
So, what about the other gods? Or the third god?
Jian Busian frowned, a little confused.
The NPCs that hide the deepest are often not simple.
Moreover, he had been in this dungeon for so long but still hadn't met his target NPC.
It's the evil ghost that needs him to give it a passionate kiss.
Even the system didn't tell him the identity of the evil spirit in this copy.
#Full version see Jin/Jiang
The author has something to say:
In February, little ears are going to fuck June 1st for the whole month, damn it!
I have been working hard recently to release a preview chapter of "After I became addicted to bullying the boss, I got into trouble" in my column_(:з」∠)_
In order to promote the genuine version, Xiao Erduo will randomly put Jinjiang suffixes in the chapters. Because V chapters are charged at 300 words per coin, adding suffixes will not increase Jinjiang coins~=3=
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