Vaguely, Wang Ye saw a figure walking out of a building in the clouds.
It's just that the distance is too far to see clearly.
The man looked down at everyone, enjoying the kneeling of everyone.
And the people, after seeing the figure, became even more excited and danced!
After a long time, the figure returned to the building. A ray of breeze blew by, the clouds drifted away, and the building disappeared.
It's like it never happened.
Things are far worse than imagined.
Isn't it just a supernatural story? There...is there a God in this?
…
As the building disappeared, the people stood up again and continued what they had not finished.
The old man who sold the candy was stirring the syrup with his fingers. As if the color was not bright enough, he numbly picked up the knife and made a cut on his arm.
Blood dripped and the syrup turned bright red.
Satisfied, the old man used syrup to shape a human head.
The head's eyes were split open, and there was faint blood flowing out of the eye sockets. His expression was distorted, as if he was suffering from great pain.
The child who was waiting for the candy man took the head-shaped candy man with an expressionless face, put it directly in his mouth, and kept chewing it, making a clicking sound.
Whether it was syrup or blood, it flowed down the corner of the child's mouth.
The child's mother raised her hand and wiped the corners of the child's mouth randomly, and soon...
The child's face was smeared with blood.
But the mother seemed invisible and walked further and further away with the child.
The old man selling the candy man cut his arm again. The blood was mixed with the syrup, and he made out weird candy figures one after another and handed them to the children in line.
In the teahouse.
The waiter grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, threw it into the teapot, filled it with boiling water, and poured the black water mixed with the soil into the customer's bowl.
The guests numbly tasted the tea in the bowls, one bowl after another.
Inside the restaurant.
Plate after plate of maggots were placed on the dining table.
…
The whole city seemed to be filled with a strange sense of absurdity.
It seems they think...
Sweets, tea, and meals should be so ordinary.
The door of a nearby house was open.
Wang Ye walked in.
A middle-aged man, with a sallow complexion and skinny bones as if he was hungry, was kneeling in front of a statue, kowtowing his head.
There was an old man lying on the bed, who was already on his deathbed.
"May God bless you."
"Save my mother."
"May God bless you."
"Save my mother."
Every time this middle-aged man kowtows, he prays softly.
But there was no emotion in the voice.
The old man finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped breathing.
The middle-aged man stood up blankly with empty eyes and walked to his mother's body without any sadness.
As if it should be so!
If God doesn't save you, it proves that you have reached your destiny and deserve to die!
He used all his strength to lift his mother from the bed, ignoring Wang Ye's presence, and carried her to the kitchen.
soon...
The sounds of boiling water and chopping meat were heard.
After a long time, the middle-aged man returned to the room with blood on his mouth, made the bed, and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue again.
“Thank God for the food.”
As he spoke, the man kowtowed and kept praising him.
Wang Ye silently exited the room, took a deep breath, and felt a little heavy.
What kind of world is this?
What kind of mentality did the writer have when writing this book?
What exactly was he trying to express?
The ignorance of the people?
The strange thing is that Wang Ye found the existence of superpowers among these people who knelt down to worship gods and Buddhas!
Some of the superpowers who came to rescue Fengdu City have already fallen!
Several superpowers were kneeling in front of a statue of a human-height god with pious eyes, but their expressions gradually became numb.
This ghost land...
Unexpectedly scary!
It seems that I can always assimilate you silently!
This statue is very strange!
There was only one eye on his face, and his mouth was wide open. The one eye revealed treachery and greed.
There are four arms, but on each hand, there are only three fingers.
This statue is completely beyond Wang Ye's knowledge!
In the author's story setting, isn't the Buddha the only one who confuses all sentient beings?
In other words, Buddha is just one type of god.
The iron piece on his chest kept sending a cold breath into his body, keeping him calm at all times.
The ghost uniform on his body can even isolate curse attacks.
So even though he stayed for nearly a day, Wang Ye still maintained a good condition and watched everything as a spectator.
as if...
Come to a TV series in person and observe everything from God's perspective.
It's getting dark!
Almost at the same time, all the people closed their stalls and returned to their homes without closing their doors.
Wang Ye was a little strange.
Now, he is becoming more and more interested in this writer's story.
And vaguely, he seemed to have caught something. If it was as he thought...
Wang Ye was a little excited.
After all, being able to escape from the ignorance of ordinary people and understand the truth of things is the greatest pleasure.
In this way, Wang Ye put on the Buddhist monk's robe, and his body was between half virtual and half real. Wang Ye picked a house and went in.
This family was sitting neatly on the bed at this time, not sleeping, but looking straight at the door.
Wang Ye happened to have just come in from the door. Looking at those eyes without any emotion, he still felt a little cold in his heart.
After moving a maza, Wang Ye sat at the door and observed the street.
At this time, there are still some supernatural beings who have just entered the city or who do not believe in evil, walking on the streets, constantly searching for the source of this ghost realm, exuding powerful energy fluctuations.
Has it turned out that Tianzhu has trained so many masters of three awakenings?
Wang Ye did not make any move. He had been wandering between life and death too many times. Experience told him that following the trend and remaining unchanged in response to changes was the best choice.
As for these seemingly powerful superpowers.
They are just some flowers in the greenhouse. Although they are powerful, they are probably hidden as trump cards and are too immature.
Maybe there is a passion...
But if you can't survive the thresholds, you will eventually turn into withered bones.
Wang Ye did not kindly remind them that they were all arrogant people, and no one could listen to who else's command.
In the end, you may not be able to be a good person, and you may end up being hated by others.
His figure gradually became stiff, his expression was numb, and his eyes were empty.
After observing for a day, he could easily imitate the state of the people here.
If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find the difference between him and those ghost slaves.
At this time...
The huge eyeball in the sky had its pupils dilated, completely covering the whites of its eyes.
sky...
Totally dark.
Several splendid buildings appeared in the clouds in the sky.
One after another figures fell from the sky.
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The author has something to say:
Let me explain...the author has no intention of targeting Buddha. Because this world view is very important, the plot needs to be laid out bit by bit. There is more than just Buddha...but the one who appears first is Buddha. And the author is a complete magician... I have a strong desire to survive, I hope you don't criticize me... Read on slowly, this book has just begun!
