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Reality, a supermarket in an unknown province or city.
Although this is a supermarket, the goods on the shelves have long been moved away, and now the shelves are filled with thick books.
In the aisle between the shelves, a tall and thin young man in a windbreaker was bending over a wooden table and writing furiously.
He was transcribing something on a huge blank notebook, muttering to himself as he read out what he had transcribed. His expression was fanatical and distorted, and he seemed to be immersed in unspeakable comfort.
"Below the Tomb of the Septic Sinister, beside the Corrupted Blood Lake, the soil overflowing with black blood is not the flesh and blood of the [Decadent] pilgrims, but the accumulation of ashes of countless years of [Prosperity].
As for where those pilgrims who sought the Tomb of the Corrupted Blood went, this question might be unexpected, because they all sank to the bottom of the blood lake, transformed into a member of the blood figurine chorus, mechanically and dully chanting the lament of [Decay], begging for their benefactor to grant them freedom again one day. "
This tall and thin young man was obviously Zuo Qiu. He looked at the "history" he had copied and smiled with satisfaction.
History is not completely true, and in fact most of it has been embellished by the recorders. He understood this from the moment he joined the historical school.
So he was not copying the real history, but adding some of his own personal opinions to the history he recorded.
As for whether those blood figurines sinking to the bottom of the lake are begging for freedom...
Who knows.
These truths will wait for the next person who seeks true history to discover.
After all, [Memory] needs to be passed on. All you need to do is throw out a fishhook that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and then wait quietly for the next devout [Memory] believer to take the bait and find the truth. He will definitely discover his own history in the process of seeking the true history, and then remember it together.
In this way, one's "existence" will be recorded endlessly.
Oh, by the way, I also have to thank the puppeteer. At least she witnessed a part of my "existence". Maybe when I die, I will still have a chance to live in her memories.
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Reality: an apartment in an unknown province or city.
He sat quietly beside the coffee table, wiping the dirt and stains off Xiao Caiwei's body.
Her attempt to meet Corruption was unsuccessful, but this had no impact because she was not a believer in Corruption. She was just eager to see Them without a specific goal.
As she wiped it, she recalled the incredible situation before the end of the trial.
As she and the historian ran desperately to avoid being swallowed by the raging tide of sighs and sorrow, she clearly felt as if she saw a "Him" on the huge tree canopy.
But she was not sure, because she remembered that the aura of the [God] under the tree canopy was very complex, and it seemed that there was not just one.
But the question is, in a trial of [prosperity], how could there be several [Him] coming at the same time?
She couldn't figure it out, so after wiping Xiao Caiwei, she silently chose her next target in her heart.
Since the memory is not very clear, why not pursue [memory]?
In this way, perhaps I can be a quiet undercover agent and provide Xinxin and Yiyi with some information about [Memory].
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Reality, a cinema in an unknown province or city.
A man lying on the ground looked at his rotten hands and broken body, punched the ground with hatred, and let out an unwilling and angry roar.
“No! No!!!
Why! Why! ! ? ?
Why is this happening! Why is this happening!! "
This poor man with festering wounds all over his body was obviously poisoned. As for why he had changed back to his current state after having renounced his vow to [prosperity]...
Of course, because he is still alive.
Yes, the reason is that he is still alive.
When the unbearable tide of [Decay] came crashing down on him like a mountain, he was completely devastated and his heart was dead. There was only one thought left in his mind, and that was that His revenge was coming!
Zhi did not want to die, otherwise he would not have renounced his oath at the bottom of the blood lake. So when he had no way out, he had to pray to his former benefactor again, begging for His forgiveness, and was willing to give everything for it.
At that moment, he was so desperate that he almost didn't hold any hope for his wavering beliefs. However, no one expected that at that moment, [Decay] would actually respond to him!
He forgave him for breaking his vow and accepted him back into His life.
So when the frenzy of [Decay] that was as solid as ice hit him on the head, not only did he not die, but he was also healed by the infinite power of [Decay].
Of course, the cure for [Decay] might be different from that for [Prosperity], so he became his current half-dead state again.
The good news, of course, is that I managed to save my life during the trial.
The bad news is...
He was burdened with two [Curses of Abandonment]!
One is [decadent], the other is [prosperous]!
[Decay] accepted him back, but did not remove the curse for him, so after a series of operations, he was still the Rotten Chanter ranked fourth on the Ladder of Audience, but he had two new Oathbreakers curses on him.
Do you think this is the end? No, this poor double oathbreaker was even deducted 20 points after the trial.
No one knew that players could be deducted 20 points in the trial, but in the eyes of Jin, this score undoubtedly showed that [Prosperity] hated him extremely!
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