Siakam had dark hair, was not tall, was neither fat nor thin, and looked like an ordinary Lance native, and this was when he didn't open his eyes.

When I open my eyes that day, I don't have an ordinary life.

His eyes have two pupils of different colors, one of which is blue and the other is black, which is very weird, just like the setting in the anime characters of the island country.

It's some kind of variation.

At first, the color of his eyes was the same, all black, but after the age of ten, there was a change, and his left eye gradually turned blue, becoming like a sea of stars not far away, blue and clear, deep and almost transparent.

His left eye is his talent.

What's wrong?

Siakam frowned slightly, raised his hand, and gently touched the short whiskers of his chin.

Just now, he suddenly had a sense.

If his spirit is like a lake, at that moment, it was like a breeze blowing across the lake, gently rippling, very faint ripples, and this ripple did not bring him any emotional fluctuations, no warning, no danger.

It's like waking up normally, opening your eyes naturally.

In his sight, the monitoring circle was operating normally, and the spiritual power permeated the past, echoing those divine texts, and in his induction, all the nodes were normal, and there were no abnormal energy fluctuations.

Always feeling a little uneasy, Siakam activated his lips and teeth and muttered silently.

"......"

In the spiritual world, the spiritual power rippled, and a golden rune rose and fell in the spiritual wave, changing, distorting, wrapped in spiritual power, penetrating the eyebrows, and appearing in the real world.

At the same time, the sound exited.

The blue eyes had a blue glow, which was consistent with the frequency of the circle's energy fluctuations.

In this way, Siakam was able to feel the energy fluctuations of the monitoring circle in more detail, and would not ignore some subtle changes.

Everything works!

Still everything works fine!

Siakam shook his head, leaned back in his chair, his feet resting on the desk again, he closed his eyes and continued to sleep, letting his mental power ripple gently in the room.

......

Ryan didn't know what was happening on the third floor, although his spiritual power was strong, it couldn't directly affect the material world, even if it was dispersed from the body, it could only sense energy fluctuations.

He didn't sense the change in the energy fluctuations around him.

That is, what he is doing now is not discovered by others.

So, he started the next step.

He began to listen intently to the prayers coming from the sea of blood, looking for a prayer that he could answer in those cries of pain and despair, and he didn't know what was going on, but this time, there were more and more clear prayers that he could feel.

Because of them?

Eighty-nine divine inscriptions shimmered with golden light, floating and spinning around him, like planets revolving around the sun, forming a strange pattern, a pattern that constantly changed shape.

A sea of blood surged in, with boundless resentment.

However, these grievances could not get close to Ryan's spirit, and when they arrived, they were washed away by the light composed of eighty-nine divine texts, and the prayers for help were stripped out of the grievances by the golden light of the divine texts, and Ryan heard them more clearly.

There are three voices.

Three voices contain three wills, three demands.

Yes, this time Ryan received not only a cry for help, but also a prayer from the believer, who was praying for something that had nothing to do with life, hoping that God would give her guidance and light the way ahead.

Interesting!

Ryan's thoughts turned, and the next moment, a spiritual seed pierced through the boundless sea of blood, fell from the high-dimensional space, and appeared in a strange space.

Just like yesterday in Jeff White's room, Ryan appeared in a stranger's room, not directly into the other's body as he had done on the previous two occasions.

Why?

Is it because this person still retains his own will?

Although it did not come directly into the other party's body, it was not impossible, in Ryan's feeling, if he had energy and was willing to consume it, he could still forcibly enter the other party's body and suppress the other party's will, but it would cost a huge price to do so, not only to consume the power of faith, but also to consume a large amount of golden light, and the golden light can only be converted by devouring some strange energy.

Right now, Ryan doesn't have stored energy.

All the energy was drained in that fight with Baron Jobua.

Therefore, there was no way for him to descend into this person's body, and there was no reason for him to do so.

However, if he wanted to, he could still communicate with the other party, communicate directly on a spiritual level, just like the other party was talking in their heads, create so-called miracles, and obtain the power of the other party's faith.

Of course, there is also a high possibility that you will scare the other party and be treated as a ghost by the other party.

After all, Ye Gong Haolong exists in every world.

It was a chapel, a small room that resembled a confession, and a young girl in a small white floral dress knelt in front of a shrine hung with a cross, her head bowed, her long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, her face buried in her black hair, and she was praying in a low voice.

Some wealthy people have confessional rooms in their homes, and some pious ladies pray every day in the confessional room, hoping that God will guide them so that their hearts can be calmed and happy.

They hope to be redeemed after death and to be able to enter the Heavenly Mountain.

Gu Chaoyang was born in the east of the water blue star, and there are some religious believers in that country, but most of the religious believers are pseudo-believers, they are actually pragmatic traders, burning incense and worshipping the Buddha in the hope of getting a reward, and there are few of them who devote themselves wholeheartedly, no matter whether the gods give them a gift or a punishment, they will be willing.

If the gods don't respond to their requests and don't let them get what they want, they will discard it like throwing away a piece of garbage.

This is not the case in this world.

On the continent of Noah, even those who are not interested in the Templars believe in God, they just don't believe in the Churches that claim to be God's shepherds!

Therefore, most believers do not pray with specific requirements.

This guy in front of me is an exception.

This girl, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, was praying to God for guidance and courage to make a decision to confess to her beloved.

Megan Alfonso.

That's the girl's name.

Alfonso?

Ryan had heard the last name, and it was often whispered in his ear that Alfonso was the owner of Swan Castle, and that Swan Castle had ruled Reims for thousands of years, and even now, it still has a strong influence.

With a thought in his mind, Ryan returned to the sea of blood.

However, instead of cutting the line, he left it behind.

In the future, maybe it will be useful?