The gods smiled at the reception.
The smile gradually transformed and melted, turning into a rough human skin mask.
The mask was laughing maniacally. It seemed like a crazy smile, a tearful smile. This mask has been burned a little now, and the skin has been shrunk by the baking, and there are still black marks on it, which makes the smile more nervous and painful, making the smile even weirder.
The rusty heart is suspended above the head, dripping some kind of thick sesame oil on the Laughing Man's body. It was the transformed "mist of elixir".
Sean is sitting in the black mansion now. He remained silent, like a calm sea, wondering what he was thinking.
In the workshop that had been dusty for many years, Bill was standing there helplessly, witnessing the coming of death and the harvesting of a wandering god, which made the alien creations on his body shrink a little, and actually became less out of control, at least in front of him. The shining nebula faded...
The Holy Night Executioner and Sleepless Midnight were now lying on the ground. The three of them also present the triangle when using "Dead Night". The two explorers had exhausted their physical strength, spiritual power and reason, and fell into a coma.
Bill glanced at the Laughing Man sitting on the ground, remaining silent, and then he dragged his dust-raising steps to the side of the voiceless Agent of the Undead lying on the ground.
Bill poked his head to look at the silver coin not far in front of the agent - it seemed to be stained with a chill that made living creatures avoid...
He squinted his eyes and saw the silver coin clearly in the hazy starry sky.
Head up.
The Agent of the Dead is still breathing. Death gave this ancient silver coin to this mortal who dared to transgress.
"Can you still move forward?" the Laughing Man asked in a deep voice. Even if the creature from the alien abyss in Bill takes over the initiative of his body, it will have to continue the previous battle until the contract ends.
Bill nodded.
The Laughing Man stood up, letting the sesame oil moisten his skin and heal the burns. In the Black Mansion, they each used methods to restore their spiritual power. King class recovers very quickly.
"Then we have to move on. If we delay it any longer, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary problems."
Talo must be recovering, and the reinforcements from the Yundian Reception Party must be on the way. Now is definitely not the time to relax.
The Laughing Man stood up, his head hurt a little, as if he was suffering from a strong hangover, but he still endured it and walked towards the deep door. Bill followed him.
Pushing open the door, they saw a long corridor, like a passage to see the king. There are dusty windows on both sides, and outside the window is a brick wall covered with ivy - it seems that no one has been here for many years, and there is an uncomfortable old feeling.
The Laughing Man squinted at the door at the end of the road. The door had nothing to do with the style of Donald's Brewery - it was a cast-iron double door with an intricate relief of flowers - a hundred flowers blooming.
Doors...gods always have this type of care.
Sean could feel some kind of excitement coming from the crack in the door.
It was an ominous aura, with divinity distorted by some paranoid idea.
After sensing it, Sean Dickinson realizes that this is what he has been fighting - divinity twisted by human desire.
Step by step, he walked towards the deepest point. He had no fear because the four of them stood together.
As he walked closer to the flower door, Sean could almost hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers inside. Inside is the core of the Spring God's Refuge, Talo's secret vault, a place where she can recover quickly...
He could almost imagine the scene inside: it was a forest filled with the breath of spring. Perhaps, he had to go into the deepest part of the green to see the goddess who was still recovering.
The Laughing Man raised his hands, and his spiritual essence condensed into a pair of big dark hands. He tightly grasped the flower-shaped door knocker and opened the heavy door.
The scene inside the door was beyond his expectation.
There were no birdsong, no forest, and barely even a plant in sight.
What he saw in front of him was a dilapidated and poor street. The floor tiles had been crushed by horse-drawn carriages but had not been repaired. The sewage dumped by vendors and residents seeped into the floor tiles, giving the entire street a stink.
The fire staircase snakes upward along the dark brick wall, dense buildings press the sky, steam makes the air humid, there are wet rats eating moldy bread by the gutters, tattered sofas and empty beer bottles placed on the street.
The scene before me was the slums of the New Testament, Lower Town.
The central axis of the street extends forward, and the Laughing Man can see a bit of graceful and luxurious green in the distance amidst the darkness and decay. The green stretches meandering like a peacock with gorgeous tail feathers, strolling down the middle of the city street.
There are grays one after another, like a group of rats following behind the emerald green.
As the Laughing Man and Bill got closer, they saw those gray residents who turned out to be the residents of the lower city. They were wearing old clothes, washed and faded skirts, patched suits, or woolen coats full of oil stains. Most of them are not white-skinned.
They were all bent over or lying on the ground, using their hands to stroke a green "river" flowing on the ground.
It was a long green skirt. The skirt dragged on the dirty ground but was not contaminated by even a drop of dust or a drop of sewage...
Following the refreshing green, you can see her back - a graceful and tall figure under the sparkling green dress, and her golden hair is like a waterfall, shining with a metallic luster...
Lady Tarot, one of the New Testament's greatest philanthropists, "a friend of the poor in the lower town." She is walking in the "spring" she has brought.
This wealthy widow built three primary schools, two orphanages, a medical station, etc. in the downtown area; she allowed her industries to recruit only local workers, and urged all the wealthy friends around her to follow suit, including Donald Brewery.
She visited many places where poor people lived in New Landal, but she would never forget the lower town of New Testament. She would appear once every Christmas and bring gifts and blessings to many families.
She is a famous good person in the New Testament.
Obviously, in this "secret vault" that is not a real scene, the people in Xiacheng District also think so. They love her, respect her, and think she is the only rich person in the world who has not betrayed her conscience...
However, their limited knowledge and vision due to their living conditions failed to let them know that this same woman was still exploiting workers in the southern planting industry, and she resolutely defended the current society from her thoughts to her actions. Order, from the bottom of her heart, believes that downtown should be a slum, and the poor should be poor, and should be content to serve as the object for her to express her compassion and great personality.
They didn't know that at the reception she attended, the trust had amassed a large amount of wealth and means of production through various accumulations and means, and used its powerful power to formulate social rules and exploit the majority of people for the benefit of a few, making them like a city. Living like a mouse...
They don't know this. In the black alleys of Lower City, poor people lowered their heads and kissed the hem of her emerald green skirt under the wall painting of Black Deer.
At this time, Talo looked radiant, and the spring she created was gathering people's love, allowing her to quickly regain her strength.
In the alley, a huge black deer poked its head out of the darkness, staring at the Laughing Man and Long Island Bill who broke into the place.
The goddess enjoying the support of everyone turned her head slightly, her face shrouded in a faint divine light.
