"Hey! Feiyang! I'm so hungry!" Ao Jiaojiao squatted on the ground and said to Yin Feiyang with a wrinkled face.
Yin Feiyang was also hungry at this time.
He had not felt this feeling of hunger for hundreds of years.
Of course, this taste is definitely not worth remembering.
This reminded him of some memories that were long ago but still unforgettable... Those were not very good memories.
"Wait a minute! If you really can't hold on any longer, just exit the world. In this situation, there's no point in us continuing to do it!" Yin Feiyang said.
Although he was very reluctant, in such an unfavorable situation, it was too difficult to break out and gain a chance to survive amid the heavy siege of Demon Sect disciples.
What's even more difficult is that even if they escape, there is no way to open the extraordinary road in this world, nor can they break the seal and release their cultivation. Under the premise of releasing their cultivation base, it is impossible for this group of people to survive the invasion of monsters in the dark night. Live too long.
After a while, the Demon Sect finally seemed to have received some food.
Despite this, many people were noisy and cheered.
"Elder! You can't eat anything in the river or on the ground. They all have radiation. You can only dig out something underground. Everyone has to make do with what they have to eat, and there is also the problem of drinking water... I I tried filtering a bottle of water, and the taste may be a bit weird, but it didn’t cause any adverse reactions for the time being," said Zhao Tianlang, who successfully brought back the food.
Murong Yunting chewed the dry, hard, long-dead cassava roots and said: "Not bad! You did a good job. Eat something, take a rest, and then pass on the experience of finding food to everyone. Let's learn more Many people will accompany you to find it!"
Murong Yunting hesitated for a moment and then said: "Raise the fire and put all the tree roots in the fire to roast. Try to roast them as thoroughly as possible so that they taste better. The elders will eat first, and then they will Let the disciples... all restrain themselves! Don't hesitate to advance or retreat!"
The second half of the sentence was obviously meant for elders like Xue Wuliang.
The dead cassava roots were thrown into the fire, and a strange fragrance gradually filled the crowd.
When the night fell again and the low-hanging clouds in the sky became even gloomier, this fragrance actually seemed to have a hint of 'happiness'.
The righteous monks kept swallowing their saliva.
But he tried hard to turn his head away from looking at the food being baked in the fire.
Yin Feiyang touched Ao Jiaojiao's little head and gave her an encouraging smile.
Then he lowered his head and started thinking about a way out.
Little did they know that Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Demon Sect on the other side, had already arranged a 'story' for them.
"The development of the current two cultivators, good and evil, is seriously unbalanced in the huzhong world. This is actually unfavorable to me. But I can't be too biased... so the next plot will be It's up to you to start it! With this confidence, it depends on whether you can lower your face and use the information to negotiate with the Demon Sect. If you don't even have this flexibility... then staying in the Huzhong Realm will only give you I'm causing trouble, so why not clear it out early and let a new group of people come in." Ke Xiaoliang thought in his mind as he looked down at Yin Feiyang at this moment from God's perspective.
Yin Feiyang buried his head, but found that there seemed to be something shining with silver light in the soil under his feet.
He did not immediately take action to dig out the thing, but stepped on it calmly under his feet.
Waiting for the night to become darker and darker, the skylight to fade away, and although the firelight swayed, it illuminated the surroundings in a blur.
Then he reached out and dug on the ground.
Without any effort, he dug out a silver cross and held it in his hand.
"Is this...a cross?" Yin Feiyang identified it with his hands and felt the touch.
He had also seen a cross in that cave, so he recognized it by touch.
Inexplicably, a sentence suddenly appeared in his heart.
A sentence that often appears in that 'diary'.
"Merciful Lord, forgive my sins, Amen!" Yin Feiyang said these words in an extremely weak voice by some strange coincidence.
"What?" Ao Jiaojiao, who was squatting next to Yin Feiyang, heard a little bit and asked in surprise.
"No...!" Yin Feiyang was about to explain, when suddenly the silver cross burst out with energy, wrapped around him, and pulled him to a specific time and space.
When Yin Feiyang settled his perspective again, he found that he was already sitting in the church.
Because of her petite stature, her body was blocked by the tall chair.
Yin Feiyang was about to move his body and check the surrounding environment when he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking.
"The Lord has sent down an oracle. He will choose death and step into destruction. He will use his own death to bear all the sins in the world. He will bury his last hope in the world and wait for people's self-salvation. After tonight, we will all We will become unbelievers because the Lord we believe in will no longer exist." said an old and weak voice.
"Why? Archbishop!"
“Isn’t God omnipotent?”
"Why didn't He save us? Why did He allow the world to be destroyed? Those weapons...the weapons of the despicable and degenerate people, even if they hurt Him, would never be able to kill Him." A younger voice said with a He said with hysteria penetrating into his bones.
"He can create and destroy everything in the world, but he cannot completely control everyone's hearts. The destruction of the world is not His choice, but our own choice. Just like four thousand years ago, the flood was not His choice either. choice, but our own choice.”
"Because the flood came, the Lord bore the sins of mankind, so he had to incarnate into the human world, become the Son of God, experience pain in the human world, and then return to heaven."
"It's the same now. The Lord allowed himself to be killed by humans to use his body and death to bear the sins of people. He hopes to use his death to take away all the sins." The old archbishop said.
Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, but listened a little confused.
After all, there were quite a few allusions that he didn't understand.
He just got a rough idea.
"So, the Holy Son will be born this time? After the Holy Son is born, sooner or later, we will be able to welcome our Lord back?" the young voice asked.
The Archbishop sighed: "Maybe! Maybe...! If the sins in the world are completely cleansed, and when people clearly realize their mistakes, the Holy Son will step on the thorns, stand out from the crowd, and rekindle the Holy Fire. , exalt heaven.”
"Matthew! I am about to die! I will accompany the Lord when he leaves and go to the land of never-ending."
"And you must persist! Keep waiting, waiting for the coming and appearance of the Son of God, waiting for people's awakening and repentance, waiting for everything to be rejuvenated, and new buds to grow on the dead oak trees...!"
"Matthew! Firm your faith, even if we no longer have the Lord we believe in...Matthew...!"
In the empty church, it seemed that only the archbishop's old voice was left, echoing continuously and eventually becoming faint and inaudible.
