White, phosphorescent twisted, corpse-like stuff spread like a river from afar.

They are clearly immaterial beings.

The walls, houses, flowers, and trees in the Jade Capital City could not prevent these twisted monsters from penetrating, and they rushed towards it like a converging glowing river of necromancy.

"It's the Messenger!" The white-haired boy spoke first after jumping onto a nearby roof.

"The Messenger? Why is it here?! The monk roared in a low voice with some anger, and the young man interrupted him, calmly looking at the approaching white fluorescent: "The Book of Necronomicon Chapter 133: The cleansing of the filth born by the [spirits] of the dead life under the [light] of Yaxxmon, they are the messengers of the [God of Future and Time] Ya~Meng, and the evil gods have given them the authority to travel freely between the material world, the spiritual world and the river of time. ”。

The young man read out a passage from the Necronomicon book.

Except for Wang Mang, everyone from the Crimson Land has naturally read this book, which is almost one of the "Top Ten Masterpieces" in the Crimson Land, and is even a masterpiece of textbooks in the education system of some regions.

The crowd, who were familiar with almost all the information on the evil gods, quickly guessed something.

The bewitching woman's face changed slightly: "Light?!" Is it the moon?! ”。

She looked up at the sky.

The young man sighed, looked at Luo Shen, who seemed to have fallen asleep on the ground, and said, "Is that really the case?" The evil gods all looked at the primordial ...... It was impossible to seal him under the watchful eye of the evil god. Now we must retreat. ”

"But we've already done it! It just needs to—" The monk said loudly, but the woman immediately interrupted him with a shriek: "King Kong, are you questioning the decision of the 'head?!'" ”。

These words were a little difficult for Wang Mang on the side to understand.

But it seemed to have a magical power to suppress the somewhat agitated monk at once.

And all the while.

It seemed that the young man who was called 'Shou' did not speak, but Wang Mang noticed a detail: at the moment when the woman said the word 'question' just now, the palm of the rather lazy and sloppy swordsman who had been holding the hilt of the sword casually tightened slightly......

‘？！ Are these people strained with each other? It's just a little questioning and opposition that I'm ready to take action against my companion?! Wang Mang's pupils contracted, and his heart quickly pondered whether he could use the relationship between these people to get more information.

But before he could figure out a way, the thin black-haired young man pulled a silver chain from his bosom.

It was a religious ornament made of silver with a cross hanging from the bottom—a cross that Wang Mang instantly recognized that he hadn't seen since he had crossed it.

Jesus Christ?!

He was thinking about it, but suddenly he realized that the cross did not seem to be the same as he had remembered it for a long time.

I was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until the young man walked to the clearing in the middle of the street, where women, monks, white-haired boys, and swordsmen were standing around him, that Wang Mang realized that something was wrong......

Yes......

This cross is reversed!

The young man recited a prayer, not loud, but with Wang Mang's hearing, he could hear it very clearly:

Our Father in Heaven!

May all mankind in the infinite universe and in the eternal future be holy to your name.

You are the only Lord of mankind.

Our human blood is your faithful followers.

We will engrave your red seal on your body.

We ask for your salvation.

Returning us to the Crimson World through the omnipresent Eden 917, 8102:6502.

At the end of the prayer, the young man uttered a string of numbers that seemed to be some kind of coordinate.

The next second.

A huge pillar of light fell out of thin air, enveloping several people.

Forthwith.

The crowd ascended into the air, and in the process, several people dissipated in the pillar of light as if they had broken down into points of light......

Wang Mang stands on a polluted and distorted street.

Not far away was the evil god who had fallen asleep with golden blood remaining on his forehead.

On the other side is the messenger who dissolves after everyone leaves.

He looked confused.

'Hey! What the hell are you doing here?! ”

"Why did you run away halfway through?!"

"Anyway, you guys are so from the heart of the right shape, you have been concave for a long time?! Feed!!! ’

……

Roshen had a dream.

After becoming an evil god, it was the first time he had "sleeped" in the true sense of the word, let alone "dreaming".

Although many evil gods will have some aftermath in a deathly slumber that is enough to destroy some unlucky lives and unlucky civilizations, as far as Luo Shen himself is concerned, he does not know much about it.

This time.

In this rare dream, he dreamed of his childhood self – or his human self.

"Mommy, Mommy! Xiaoqiang said that I am not our child! It's a picked up child! The young Roshen ran into the house crying and hugged the leg of a woman who was cooking.

The woman's expression stiffened, but the child didn't see it.

She rubbed the water stains on her hands on her apron, showed a gentle look on her face, touched the child's soft black hair and said, "Don't listen to Xiaoqiang's nonsense!" The baby is the mother's child, the child raised by the mother from a young age! The baby doesn't cry~~~ Is it okay for mom to make fried meat for you at night? ”。

Hear Mom's words.

Little Luo Shen burst into tears and laughed.

The picture dissipated like a cloud blown away by the wind.

Scene transitions.

It turned into a cold late night, and the house also became the old rural house of Luo Shen's grandfather when he was a child.

Little Luo Shen was awakened from his sleep by a burst of urine.

The hair was unkempt, a soft dull hair swayed on the little head, and the little Luo Shen screamed a few times and had to climb out of bed by himself after finding that the sleeping grandparents did not hear it.

Sleepy-eyed, little Luo Shen pushed open the door and walked through the long, smoke-blackened corridor in the night, and came to the door.

The cold wind outside the door woke him up a few minutes through the cracks.

And then.

He lifted his feet, barely pulled the deadbolt, pushed the door open, and came out into the courtyard.

At this time.

The moonlight was bright and the sky was dark, and it was the darkest time before dawn.

There were two people standing in the courtyard.

At this time, Xiao Luo Shen, who had never heard the story of black and white impermanence, did not realize who these two "living people" who were standing side by side in the courtyard, tall and thin, dressed in black and white, with hats on their heads and amazingly high tips.

Little Luo Shen didn't even have the perception of a "bad guy" at this time.

He looked at the two weirdos indifferently, walked to the pee bucket in the yard and pouted *** and began to pee.

One of the figures tilted his head slightly, as if silently communicating something with the other.

This is a passage from Roshen's vague childhood memory.

But now I recall it in my dreams.

He realized that it was not that these two people did not make a sound—but that the sound they were communicating with was completely on another band that belonged to the underworld!

Hei Wuchang said to Bai Wuchang: "It's just an ordinary child, Di Tingxu is mistaken, right?" ”。