Yes, you are absolutely right, brother. As long as you are willing to say it, it must be right.
No wonder these mushroom-footed people never thought of going back when they saw Zuoqiu holding their lantern in his hand. It turns out that this lantern has a reset function?
Cheng Shi nodded with satisfaction and gave the old patriarch a smile of praise, affirming his "contributions".
Seeing the messenger of God smile, the old patriarch finally put his heart at ease. It seemed that the mushroom-footed man had indeed received His forgiveness, otherwise the Bald Lord would have refuted him.
After hearing this, the players have basically understood the whole picture of the trial. Regardless of whether [Prosperity] has truly forgiven these fungus-footed people, at least for this trial, the players' target may also be Epsilon, who keeps killing fungus-footed people!
Cheng Shi turned his head to glance at Hong Lin behind him and exchanged glances with him for a moment.
Hong Lin understood Cheng Shi’s thoughts and nodded silently.
So Cheng Shi ended today's meeting in an extremely official tone and asked the old patriarch to arrange accommodation for them, no, a place to stay.
Under the enthusiastic gaze of the entire mushroom-footed people, several players were left in the largest house of the old patriarch, while the old patriarch followed a group of young people and left to live temporarily in another house.
They could see that the Lord Messenger of God had something to discuss, and this matter was most likely related to the future of the tribe, so they didn't dare to disturb him, and couldn't disturb him, so they just left quietly.
The entire tribe suddenly became extremely quiet for a period of time, and you could hear a pin drop.
The puppeteer also silently blocked the sounds in the main house so that the players' conversations could not be heard.
At this moment, Hong Lin finally found an opportunity. She kicked Cheng Shi away, and then said with a twitching eyelid:
"You asked for this kick, but this kick alone is not enough to make up for you reporting my ID.
Tell me, our Lord Messenger of God, what do you think?
If you can’t convince me, someone is going to be in trouble today.”
Before Hong Lin finished speaking, Cheng Shi lay on the ground and asked with a smile:
“Have you ever been desperate?”
"?"
"Let me ask you, have you ever felt desperate?"
Hong Lin frowned and warned with his eyes: "Don't change the subject."
"I'm not changing the subject. When you've been truly desperate, you'll know what it's like to give up on yourself.
In a place surrounded by [Decay], holding the tools that produce [Decay] power, and being hunted by [Decay] monsters all the time, if you lose hope again, how do you know they won't abandon [Prosperity] and embrace [Decay]?"
"They are mushroom-footed people, born followers of [prosperity], how could they possibly embrace [decay]?
"What's impossible? Everyone wants to live, so they will naturally believe in whoever can keep them alive. It's a simple truth, isn't it?"
"You are blaspheming the faith!"
“You are firm in your faith?”
"..." Hong Lin paused, speechless. Indeed, she herself was a person who did not firmly believe in faith, otherwise she would not have any reservations about God's Chosen One and God's Messenger.
"Besides, they are already blaspheming the faith!" Cheng Shi laughed loudly, pointing to the deserted lamp that was not taken away by the mushroom-footed man, "The faith converter that transforms [Prosperity] into [Decay], even if it is a grace bestowed by [Prosperity], but using [Decay] to protect oneself, isn't it a blasphemy against [Prosperity] in itself?
If the Myconids were truly religious, they wouldn't be using this stuff."
“But that is His gift!”
"Yes, it is because this is His gift that I feel confused. Regardless of how He stole the authority of [Corruption], and regardless of why He blatantly used the stolen power in this Sighing Forest, I only want to know one thing, that is:
Why would He use this stolen power of corruption to protect a group of exiles who He had accused of treason?
This isn't Far Dusk Town...
Well, I also thought of a possibility. You said that [Prosperity]... wouldn't he be a tangled monster, right?"
"......"
After hearing this sarcastic ridicule, even the silent puppet master's expression began to change. She thought to herself that it was a good thing that she blocked the sound, otherwise with just this one sentence, the mushroom-footed people would probably rush in and fight to the death with this blasphemous messenger of God.
Hong Lin laughed out of anger. This person really dared to say such nonsense. Wasn’t he afraid of being punished for such blasphemy?
She stood up and pulled Cheng Shi up again, then sighed and asked:
"If you wanted to abandon your faith, it would have taken hundreds of years. Why did you have to wait until today?"
Cheng Shi smiled.
He did not respond, but just stared at Hong Lin silently. He did not believe that the Chosen God of Prosperity could not think of the reason. She was just angry that he had said her name, which made her leave a trace in this secret history.
Sure enough, when Hong Lin saw Cheng Shi's playful eyes, his pupils shrank.
Of course she knew why, because...the players were coming.
People living in darkness can accept the absence of sunlight, but once you let them see a ray of light and then take it away, then the darkness will not just be darkness for these poor people, but a grave without sunlight.
They will suffocate to death in despair until the next ray of sunlight illuminates their corpses.
“It seems that you have figured it out. It is because of this concern that I did not dare to cut off their hopes.
Because I am not sure whether the raging fire in this trial is the hope that people hold on to in their hearts, or whether it is limited to the prosperity of the life dimension.
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