Looking at the dense crowd, the spirit could hardly move. He took a few steps forward and almost stepped on the people kneeling on the ground. He finally showed a hint of impatience: "Get out of the way."
People immediately retreated, and there was even a risk of a stampede. The military began to maintain order and let these fanatical people make way.
"My Lord God, I want to be with you! I praise you!"
Su Mingan walked forward with difficulty. People's praises echoed across the land without reservation, one after another.
Until he passed by Cardinal Nalfas, who had strongly denounced the Lighthouse Church on the Internet. Nalfas was extremely pious at this time, with his head bowed.
"Why do you believe in gods so much?" Su Mingan asked.
There was a blank look on Narfas's face for a while. He couldn't believe what he heard - such bold words!
But the god only glanced at this side calmly, without getting angry, without stopping, and ignored any words Su Mingan said. He even stopped and waited for Su Mingan to catch up.
Narfas looked at Su Ming'an, and he realized that this young man might be the messenger chosen by the gods, which was why the gods tolerated him.
Then the anger on his face completely disappeared, replaced by a new respect. He lowered his head and whispered to Su Mingan: "The Lord God knows everything and can do everything. He has protected us from natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis. Therefore, we should crawl on our backs and become His lambs, so that He can live forever in this world."
"This is... what is written in your scriptures?" Su Mingan said.
"Yes," said Narfas.
"Human history has been erased by the gods. Do you really believe that all the records in the scriptures are correct?" Su Mingan said.
At this moment, Nalfas's face was filled with extreme anger, and he almost wanted to attack someone as disrespectful as Su Mingan. But seeing the gods not far away with unchanged expressions, Nalfas took a deep breath and said slowly:
"I wait... to believe."
The moment he finished speaking, the others lowered their heads even lower, as if to express their piety.
Su Ming'an drooped his eyebrows slightly, his heart was filled with some swelling emotion, squeezing out a trace of sadness that shouldn't exist.
"You don't think deeply about the truth of the scriptures, and you close your eyes and don't trace history." Su Mingan whispered: "In fact... you are just believing in a sense of security."
"You will believe in any existence that can protect you, no matter what its nature is, no matter its name."
"As long as the throne exists, you don't really care who sits on it."
"You believe in gold foil instead of flowers, you believe in armor instead of flesh and blood, you believe in a certain ideological stamp instead of God himself. You are merely chasing after a long-lasting and stable beacon."
People's faces showed expressions of shock and anger. They looked at Su Ming'an in confusion, as if he was some strange thing - how could he say such words, how could he be so bold?
Su Mingan stood up. In the silence, his footsteps sounded very loud, tap, tap, tap, like the sound of something beating against the heart.
The spirit still stood quietly in front, waiting for Su Mingan to catch up. As Su Mingan approached, the damp wind on the bridge brushed his black hair, as if his hair was blending and whispering with the white hair on one side.
People silently made way.
Although there was silence, it was as if sacred music was being heard, as if a choir of children were singing around them, and people's gazes were like sacred notes.
Until in the silence, the spirit spoke—
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Su Mingan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the god would suddenly talk about such a down-to-earth topic.
"No." Su Mingan said. Attributes are numerical, so it doesn't matter whether you eat or not.
The god nodded, and a flash of nostalgia appeared in his eyes, which then quickly disappeared without a trace.
As the people of the whole city knelt down in worship, it seemed that the only person in His eyes was Su Mingan who was walking with Him.
"I'll take you to eat your favorite cabbage stew with meat soup." said the god.
…
Inside the clean restaurant, the restaurant owner tremblingly brought a pot of broth, then knelt on the ground, and retreated with his knees rubbing against the ground.
The waiters all knelt on the ground, not daring to look up. Soldiers and civilians knelt outside the door, and it was a sea of black as far as the eye could see.
This is a restaurant with a good reputation in the local area, and its taste is similar to Sichuan cuisine. Cabbage stewed with meat is the signature dish of this restaurant, and the gods know it very well.
"Please." The god sat opposite Su Mingan and said gently.
Su Mingan stared at the broth on the table.
The cabbage and stewed meat were floating in the soup, and the aroma was steaming. The watch Adu said happily: "An-chan! This broth looks a hundred times more delicious than the one you cooked! By the way, add an absolute value, because you are a negative number!"
Su Mingan remained calm, did not move his chopsticks, and just sat there.
In the extremely quiet restaurant, the only sound was the ticking of the clock.
The god looked at A-Du with a meaningful look, picked up the spoon on the table, and scooped a bowl of broth for Su Ming'an and handed it to him.
“…”
Su Mingan still didn't move.
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