He picked it up and saw that the wooden sign had faded and only the words "Good Luck" could be vaguely seen.
This thing looks very old. It seems that the president doesn't value it and just threw it away... Seruo barely put the wooden sign together and put it back.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the awning in the back garden was broken. Immediately, his occupational disease took over and he rolled up his sleeves to repair the awning.
"Okay, it's done!" Ten minutes later, he nodded with satisfaction and clapped his hands: "Well, the flowers in the garden can't be destroyed by the rain. Maybe the president will come back. These are his favorite sunflowers... The awning is repaired perfectly. I am indeed a skillful bald man! Hahaha..."
When leaving, Seruo looked back at Noel's house, gritted his teeth, and hid the sadness on his face.
His intuition told him that Noel had completely flown away.
He will never come back here again.
…
"Tick, tick, tick."
In a misty temple, Alger held a lantern and walked cautiously in the empty and abandoned temple, placing a candle on a dusty copper plate:
"Lord, whose true name is unknown, I call upon you with my spirit and soul, asking you to awaken in this statue."
The mottled gold paint of the statue fell off, and the Lord of the Eighth Thought Faith slowly opened his eyes amidst the lingering fragrance. He did not look at Alger immediately, but looked in the distance, as if he was looking at something.
"Su Ming'an borrowed Ijurel's heart to resist your fusion. I am calling for your coming again." Alger said softly.
"You've done nothing." The Lord of Thought and Faith appeared in a ghostly state, full of words and distorted lines, with the fog of thoughts and rain of senses surrounding him.
"What do you mean?"
"That guy is seeking death. It won't be long before he ceases to exist." The Lord of Thought and Faith said calmly.
Alger's expression changed. What did Su Mingan do?
At this moment, the Lord of Thought and Faith shook his body, and something fell out. Looking closely, it was a human figure. Alan coughed and supported himself on the ground with his hands, his body was sticky, as if he had just escaped from drowning.
"How did you get out? I thought you enjoyed the feeling of being in a higher dimension." Alger crossed his arms and teased.
"The time bomb has been planted. As long as Su Mingan relaxes a little, the Lord will merge with it. I would rather use my independent self to witness the final outcome." Alande shrugged: "Let me think, is it possible that someone has exposed his authority now?"
"Heh." Alger's pupils shrank, and he choked, "You are such a good 'awake'. You can retain some memories every time the world game goes through reincarnation. You realized what Su Mingan did so quickly."
"Of course, I am known as the 'prophet'..." Alan smiled appropriately.
He knew Alger's desire. Alger's idea was simple, which was to survive and live a better life.
Alger was also very clear about Aland's ambition. After more than 400 million reincarnations, a "conscious person" who was able to retain incomplete memories felt bored. He looked forward to the end of reincarnation, but felt that the ending was too dull and he was unwilling to let his uniqueness disappear from then on.
After the sixth inorganic god left, Alger found Alande. They were not alone enough to gain the favor of a high-dimensional being, but the two of them together were enough.
"Are we going to take action against Su Mingan?" Alande smiled and tidied up his wet hair.
Alger stood with his arms folded, brows furrowed, waiting.
The Lord of Thought and Faith spoke in unison as if millions of people were speaking:
"certainly."
"There are many who want him alive. There are also many who want him dead. There are also many who want to possess him."
"Euritilola, Laplace, Lotanis, Tossorios, Chen Qingguang... He has too many enemies, and he has too much."
(End of this chapter)
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