In the midst of the desolation, the black-robed woman walked quietly forward step by step.

"Please help me!" An elderly woman who had been waiting for a long time knelt on the ground and pleaded earnestly to the black-robed woman.

But the black-robed woman was indifferent, just looking at the road under her feet, and did not squint.

Along the way, she was approached by countless people, who were at first elderly or sick, and later became people with mutilated limbs.

Without exception, they are all women.

But no matter how inconvenient it was, they all maintained a posture of worship and were respectful to the black-robed woman.

The black-robed woman ignored the increasing number of people who asked her for help, and did not pay attention to the increasingly miserable appearance of these people, and turned a blind eye, as if she had seen nothing, and walked in the direction she wanted to go.

She climbed a high mountain, and those who asked her for help did not dare to go up the mountain, but gathered around the bottom of the mountain.

The people at the foot of the mountain were charred and blackened, as if they had been burned by fire, but there was no resentment in their eyes, only lamentation and pity, and they bowed neatly to the top of the mountain, begging for help from the black-robed woman.

"So."

The black-robed woman sat on the only thorn throne on the top of the mountain, and said indifferently:

"How do you need my help?"

An old woman kneeling at the front was helped up by the people around her, trembling with a cane.

"Revered Source of All Things, Psychic God, we long for your help in a world infested with pestilence, hatred, suspicion, and slaughter, and that peace and fervor, love, and kindness may be washed away from all filth and sin."

She bowed her head and spoke respectfully, as if forgetting the illustrious status and extraordinary position she had held in the past, and maintaining the most humble posture before the woman who stood tall.

"I know."

The black-robed woman sighed:

"The plague was caused by themselves, and the world could not stand their greed, so the heavenly punishment was sent down in the hope of reducing the number of these ignorant and stupid moths."

"I hope to get your help, if this continues, hundreds of millions of years of civilization and inheritance will be cut off!"

The old woman heard one of the refusals of the black-robed woman, but she still insisted on begging, and even knelt on the ground again.

The black-robed woman caressed the armrest of the throne, slowly stood up, and waved her hand to the group of kneeling on the ground.

A small golden fruit appeared out of thin air and floated in front of the old woman.

"This is a seed, or it can be called the fruit of Eden, bring it to the person you feel has the power to change all this, let her eat it, and then fight against sin and purify the world."

The old woman was like a treasure, holding the golden fruit in both hands, kowtowing in thanks, and countless people behind her were kneeling down and chanting the name of the black-robed woman.

"But remember." The black-robed woman added: "The plague and the evil will not go away, I only give you the ability to fight against them, but not completely destroy them, you have sacrificed all the power you have received from me, just to see me, then you must have a desperate determination, from now on, the magic will no longer remain, and the psychic tree will no longer stand." ”

After speaking, the black-robed woman gradually blurred, and finally turned into a black mist and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

And the old woman was already prepared in her heart, but with a sad face, after handing over the golden fruit to a little girl beside her, it also turned into mist and disappeared at the foot of the mountain.

Countless people behind him also left with the old woman.

In an instant, only the little girl and the golden fruit in front of her remained.

Silently, she ate the fruit into her stomach and got up and headed back the way she had come.

The little girl walked farther and farther away, and finally, her figure disappeared beyond the horizon.

The figure of the black-robed woman reappeared, staring thoughtfully at the girl's back, inadvertently hiding her scaly hands in her robe.

And in the distance, a pair of eyes were also fixed on the black-robed woman.

"What the hell, what kind of cult organization is this?"

Xia Min opened his eyes and found that he couldn't move, and even his perspective was fixed, so he witnessed a bizarre assembly scene, or the goddess's offline fan meeting.

"You won't just be stuck here like this..."

Just as Xia Min felt helpless, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Got up, can't go to work?"

Xia Min woke up suddenly and saw Han Lin sitting on the edge of the bed shaking his shoulders.

"I'll go." Xia Min sat up: "I said I couldn't move, it was a ghost press for a long time!" ”

"What the hell press the bed, get up quickly, obviously I asked you to wake you up yesterday, and it took ten minutes to wake you up."

"That's not right." Xia Min shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Han Lin tilted her head, a little curious.

"I remember I was stabbed in the hospital, and then I had a strange dream, what dream?" Xia Min tried to think about it, but found that he couldn't remember what he dreamed of: ", forget, forget it, this kind of thing often happens, it doesn't matter, the key is that I am obviously in the hospital, how did I wake up and get home?" ”

And when Xia Min glanced at his mobile phone, he felt a little strange, eight o'clock in the morning?

"Is it a dream or a dream in the hospital?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Lin slapped over, and before Xia Min could spray people, Han Lin stroked Xia Min's cheek again, and asked gently, "Does it hurt?" ”

Xia Min wanted to blurt out the dirty words and swallowed back, and said vaguely: "Hmm... Hurt. ”

"Now, it's not a dream." Han Lin clapped her hands.

Xia Min rolled her eyes, said no more, got up to wash up and prepare to go to work.

However, the seeds of doubt still took root in Xia Min's heart.

After all, if it was a dream, it would be too real.

Xia Min, who went out, was thinking about this and recalling everything he had experienced in his memory, and at the same time, he bought a few steamed buns downstairs and prepared to eat them at the funeral home.

By the time Xia Min reacted, he had already sat in the funeral home, and Wang Mingliang in front of him was staring at him in surprise:

"It's... Are you Xia Min? ”

"No, I'm your father." Xia Min subconsciously blurted out, so skilled that he seemed to have rehearsed countless times.

And Xia Min immediately reacted, isn't this the same as in the dream?

What made Xia Min feel even more strange was that he told Wang Mingliang about the Sunshine Apartment without thinking, and took out the paper to show Wang Mingliang.

Everything coincided perfectly with the day in Xia Min's memory, and he seemed to have lost control of his body and became a marionette.

At this moment, Xia Min felt that he was an actor, he knew the script in advance, and then acted according to the flow of the script, he knew everything, but he still smiled, said what he said but didn't want to say again, and did what he did but couldn't resist.

A creepy thought came to Xia Min's mind:

I'm not going to relive the last day before I die, am I?