When he woke up again, he heard a somewhat hoarse voice coming from beside him.

"Are you awake?"

He turned his head to look, and the man in a casual brown shirt with a sporadic stubble on his chin was leaning casually against the door, holding a teacup in his hand, and looking at him with a casual look in his eyes.

"Where am I?" He said with difficulty. After saying that, he couldn't help coughing violently, but the sharp sting in his throat that seemed to be stuck with a blade made him even more painful, and he couldn't help but cough even harder.

After a long while, he finally forcibly endured the sharp pain in the depths of his throat, and the desire to cough.

It took a while for the torture to subside.

"You have warm water by your side, drink it yourself." The man said coldly.

He looked at the man who seemed young, but seemed to be full of vicissitudes.

"It's rude to treat a wounded person like this." He said. But he struggled to get up and slowly grabbed the cup. But the tray with the quilt seemed to be a little farther away, and he couldn't reach it.

He paused for a moment and withdrew his hand.

"You don't seem to welcome me." His voice was dry.

"For you will bring disaster upon us." The man's gaze finally shifted, but he still didn't look at him.

Instead, he looked behind him, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes.

As if sensing his gaze, he looked behind him, his pupils narrowing slightly.

There are only two things there and nothing else. But it was enough to shake him.

It was a pair of tattered red armor, a hideous ghost face.

"You seem to know something."

"There are some things that I don't say better." The man's eyes were always on the mask, "I've had the privilege of seeing this mask." Then, the ship I was on sank a few quarters of an hour later. What he said was completely out of the boundary, but it was pointed.

When he looked at the mask, there was a complicated look in the man's eyes.

"You, or you are in the service of the Most High Being, you may not remember what you did. And it's been more than a decade. ”

"No," he said, "I remember." I just didn't think there were survivors. ”

"You're defenseless, you're seriously injured, you're bedridden, you're old. It's too old. The man's eyes never looked at him, but the words he said were tingle, "Now you are no longer a sharp sword, your blade has been cut off, and there is no strength to resist." What you say now, it is dangerous for you. You, you know what. ”

"You can try." He said very calmly, just like an ordinary conversation, without the slightest hint of-for-tat.

Surprisingly, the conversation between them didn't seem to affect the atmosphere in the slightest, and everything seemed to be so normal.

Spring is approaching, and the morning sun is illuminating the hallway in front of the door. A series of crisp birdsong resounded in the eaves, and everything seemed to herald the budding of life.

Xiu walked in from the corner of the door with a tray and was a little surprised to see the person who woke up.

"Finally awake!" He hurriedly put the tray aside, grabbed the water cup and put it to his mouth, "Do you want to drink some water?" ”

He glanced at Xiu, and then at the god who was sitting in the doorway, leaning against the railing, and drank the water cleanly.

The Divine Lord looked at all this lightly and did not say anything.

"Lord, breakfast is ready for you." Xiu said.

"What about Sakura?" The Divine Lord asked.

"I'll let them eat first, and I'll help you and his share first."

The Divine Lord nodded, but said nothing more.

Xiu looked at the quilt in his hand, put it aside and sat down.

"Do you want to—" I was about to say something.

"No, I can eat it myself." He sat up with difficulty, clutching the bowl with trembling hands, and ate bit by bit.

Xiu looked at the two of them and felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was going on, so he got up and left the room and went back to eat his breakfast.

He looked at the god sitting at the door, drinking tea, and the people eating breakfast silently, and always felt a little strange.

After Xiu walked away, the god lord put down the teacup with confidence.

"What's your name?"

There was no answer. There was not even the sound of eating. He ate without a sound. The god was not in a hurry, and ate his share slowly.

After they finished eating, they put the utensils on the tray and there was no more communication. The god continued to clutch his teacup, which he was also lying under the covers, not intending to say a word.

Not long after, Xiu came over again and put away the dishes.

"You look like you've made yourself one of the guys here." The god came lightly.

Xiu's figure was stunned.

"Me?"

"Would I say someone else?" The priest took a sip of tea.

Repairing the tray, a little unsure of what to do.

It's because I've been here for too long, and he wants me to leave. He thought uneasily. But it was soon relieved.

Yes, this is someone else's home after all, and it's good that he saved himself and let himself live here for so long. It's really not appropriate to stay any longer. Maybe...

Before he could finish his thoughts, the priest spoke again.

"Then you can learn something with me in the future. I don't want someone who can defeat the mountain god to decay in my hands. He didn't look at Xiu, but he said something that made Xiu a little confused.

"Oh," he replied.

"Go down."

"Okay." Xiu subconsciously agreed to turn around and leave. But then I thought about it, something was wrong. Does the Lord seem to have begun to command him?

Besides, he has to hand over something to himself, what to teach? Serve their gods?

He remembered the image of the fox, catching fish by the river, biting the fish that was still beating in his mouth, and then he wanted to serve it as if it were a god...

He shook his head. The Lord should and will not be willing to allow himself to touch their Chen Mingde. Didn't Sakura say that the people in their village didn't even have the qualifications to touch the gods?

He left almost in a daze.

After he walked away, someone finally couldn't help it.

"He defeated the mountain god?" He stared at the Divine Lord tightly, "You tell me clearly, what's going on." ”

"What's your name?" The Divine Lord said lightly.

He froze. After a long time, a word finally came out.

"Source."

"Okay, Gen-sama." He finally looked at him, "I haven't seen him defeat the mountain god. ”

"Are you fooling me?" Little by little, the eyes of the source become dangerous. "I wouldn't dare fool anyone like you, even if you're seriously injured in bed right now." The god finally finished the cup of tea and placed it beside him.

"Make it clear. You should know that people who know my name usually don't die well. ”

"Really, everyone?" The corners of the Divine Lord's mouth raised slightly.

"You dare to talk about the Son of Heaven!" After he realized what he meant, he was about to attack, but the god lord raised his hand to signal to stop, "I don't dare to say the right and wrong of the Son of Heaven, I'm just making an analogy." ”

"Did you find it funny to fool me?" He gathered his emotions and looked at the man.

"I don't like you." He said it directly. "But I'm not going to fool you out of boredom. It's true that I didn't see him fight off the mountain god with my own eyes, but the villagers who rescued him did. ”

Gen looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, there was thought in his eyes.

He suddenly realized that the conversation he had just had just had said that he was listening.

(End of chapter)