Zhuge Yun stood up and took a few steps around the campfire. In contemplation, some distant memories began to be excavated in his mind little by little.

Those lingering things were deeply imprinted in his memory, and although more than 400 years have passed, some things have not changed at all.

Who is behind all this?

No matter who it is, no matter what the forces, no matter how the times change, in the end, it will be replaced by his will—this is what he is convinced of and knows very well.

While several people were thinking, suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance.

By the faint light of the fire, they saw a number of displaced and poor people gathered next to a ruined, church-like building.

More and more people gathered, and soon the small place was crowded.

A few children next to him also ran there cheering.

"Those people are here to distribute food again......"

Nicole glanced over there and knew what was happening.

"Anyone else but you are handing out food? Who are they? Zhuge Yun asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's some aristocratic charity."

Zhuge Yun silently explored the interior of the building with his divine sense, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face. He saw several people in black robes—all of them with kind smiles and an incomparable affinity.

But, they're all mutants, too!

"Go to the Xiao family's house and wait for me, if you want to help these poor people, you can serve me later. But now, get out of here, right now. ”

After he finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash.

Nicole and Wen Xuan's eyes widened in surprise, looking extremely shocked as they watched this strange man disappear in front of them like the wind.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, then immediately stood up and left in the opposite direction.

There was a commotion in the black crowd, and soon another wave of noise drowned out the voices in front of them. It's like the tide crashing on the shore, wave after wave. The crowd of people who received the food faded to both sides, as if someone was about to emerge from the ruined church.

Zhuge Yun stood quietly behind the crowd and looked at the scene in front of him. For some reason, that familiar memory came back to me.

How long ago was that? He couldn't remember it anymore.

The teenager in my memory seems to have experienced such a scene, it is not a dream, but it is more unreal than a dream.

A teenager stinking all over his body, rummaging through the garbage cans for food, running in a deserted wilderness, his body shivering in a single coat.

At that time—a good Samaritan handed the down-and-out boy hot food, brought warm clothes and bedding, shared a bed in the big room to sleep on, and poured a glass of milk and placed it beside his pillow. There was a place where everyone was smiling, and there was a whisper in their ears, a distant chant, like some kind of prayer rhyme......

He woke up from his memories and looked at the scene in front of him.

The crowd was as large as 100 people, but for some reason, the scene was not chaotic, and no one was fighting for food.

In front of him, a little boy in a shabby, obviously ill-fitting oversized shirt passed him a large piece of bread with chopped carrots, grinning at him with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He looked down at the loaf of bread, it was hard, but heavy and weighty—in the eyes of these hungry homeless, it was definitely enough food to survive a few days of hunger.

The crowd was like waves thrown into a boulder, and suddenly a passage parted.

A diminutive man in a black robe slowly stepped out of the ruined church, holding a small metal staff in his hand.

The head of the staff had a striking symbol, a not-so-intricate pattern of straight lines and small circles, and the surface was polished to a shiny finish, making it look like something that was often held in the hand.

An outstretched arm slashes into the air, fingers occasionally pinched and released, drawing inexplicable shapes in the air. The staff held in the other hand repeatedly crossed the trajectory, accompanied by the sparkling sparks of starlight, like a magical staff.

The man took the lead in singing simple, dry syllables. Its steps are light, as if it were stepping on soft cotton.

Although none of the people present could really understand the meaning of the pronunciation, many people slowly followed the monotonous rhythm and began to sing in chorus.

People's voices grew louder and louder, and soon they converged

Almost everyone was bewitched by the atmosphere and unconsciously chanted along. The other two black-robed men removed their hoods from their heads, and dragged a small trailer full of bread behind them, and they also walked out slowly, mingling through the crowd and continuing to distribute food.

After distributing two carts of bread, the three black-robed men stopped singing.

The diminutive black-robed man also reached out to remove the hood from his head, and it was a thin woman with silver and gray hair, her eyes were blazing, and she had a kind expression like a bewilderment. The other two also kept making strange gestures to the crowd without knowing what they wanted, and yellow fireworks flashed in the air where they slashed, and the inexplicable symbols repeated over and over again.

This ritual-like or miraculous gesture immediately resounded with a cacophony of voices in the crowd, and everyone followed their example and gestured to their chests.

"Supreme God, I am willing to obey your arrangement and take me away!"

"Save me, for the sake of the dead child......"

"What a miracle! I will follow you to the place where the servants of the eternal one are born! ”

"Take me, I will give everything to the Most High God!"

Some of the homeless people in the crowd began to shout excitedly, as if crying, as if they were some kind of request, and their voices were chaotic, but extremely religious. Soon, those people lined up under the guidance of the black-robed man, and there were dozens of people.

Everyone took out a piece of burning wood from the campfire beside them, poured it with oil, and then slowly left with a chaotic pace.

Some of the children were shouting and playing outside the procession......

At this moment, the communication device on Zhuge Yun's arm faintly shone brightly.

He glanced down indifferently, and a man's steady voice said, "Master, when I was monitoring the Lin family, something happened here, do you want to come over and take a look?" ”

In the light and mist, a figure dressed in dark silver clothes was clearly visible—Dongfang Road.

Beside him was a man he had never seen before, dressed in rags, but his head was covered by a mechanical helmet. Motionless and fixed to the pedestal, it looks like the ghost's masterpiece.

Zhuge Yun immediately sensed the powerful spiritual power emanating from that person's body, which was on par with the strength of Jade Linglong.

"A spiritual person? You guys are doing a great job, and I'll be over soon. ”

With that, he turned off the communication, and the fingernails of one hand flicked a few times. A few small, silent spiritual power bullets, like compressed gas, attached to the people in the marching procession.

If the "Obsidian Society" were to do this kind of thing in secret, it would be very detrimental to their own plans. If that's right, there must be someone behind it, and the situation suddenly becomes more complicated.

And the "blood spirit" killers who followed him to this planet......

We have to step up and put away that big net. At the same time, he has not forgotten that those things he is looking for are still hidden somewhere on this planet at the moment.

If there is only one master in this world, then this person can only be him!

Zhuge Yun coldly looked at the group of displaced people marching with hope, and the next moment he turned around and flew into the air, disappearing into the night.