Ghost City is located in the eastern part of the Chaos Realm, and in the beginning, the area was barren and arid, the land could not be cultivated, and the people lived in poverty. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Hundreds of years ago, it was a vast wasteland, far from the size of a city, and there were only sporadic villages for hunting.

When people in other regions heard about this area, they shook their heads, no one wanted to marry their daughters here, life was too difficult!

Until one day, a priest dressed in black robes arrived, and they persuaded the villagers to lead them to the main channel of the Shadow River to dig a ditch.

Trying to bring the Shadow River water into this arid region was a big project that no one had ever attempted, and it was a fantasy.

Because the road is too long, and the terrain is complex, there are so many problems that it is impossible to achieve no matter how you look at it.

At first, a group of honest villagers followed the priests to dig the canals, but after a few months, the progress was negligible.

The villagers gradually left, and fewer and fewer were willing to hold on, and only a few remained, all of whom advised the priests not to dig anymore.

"Don't dig anymore, it's pointless to dig like this, just a few of you, even if you dig for a lifetime, what can you do?"

"Stop squandering your life here, do something of practical value, aren't you priests?

"Yes, you see how much the priests of the Church of Light say that we only need to worship their gods, and we can reap happiness after death. ”

"But your dark holy court, the dark god who worships you, is asking us to help each other and cherish the life of this life, we were born ordinary farmers, and this life is like this, what else can we cherish, I really don't understand what your teachings are so attractive. ”

The teachings preached by the Dark Curia were not understood, and it was clear that the Church of Light's promise to the afterlife was more uplifting than the Dark See.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to them, I think they're all idiots, hey, you guys give up too, don't do stupid things with idiots. ”

"The clergymen of the Church of Light are here to preach again, let's go and listen, they are much more reliable than these guys in black robes. ”

"Treat them to the wine and food they have at home, they are our saviors, let these idiots play with themselves." ”

When the villagers learned that the priests of the Church of Light had come to preach, they returned to the village excitedly, and who would care to watch them do stupid things here.

"The Church of Light, is it the group of people who can harvest food without farming, and can wear fancy clothes without weaving cloth? They are just making empty lies about the afterlife, but there are still so many people who believe it, why don't we stop them and expose their deception?"

A young black-robed priest was resentful of this, and when the villagers were present, he never spoke, and remained silent.

"No matter what the clergy of the Church of Light are doing, they have the right to do so, we can't interfere with what others are doing, we can't make accusations, that will only contaminate ourselves with anger, it will breed injustice, anger, and thus lose the most basic judgment and sink completely. ”

"Let them go on a mission, we can do our own thing, the people will have their own discernment, how to choose the faith is also their freedom, if everything is predestined, why change, if everything is not predestined, why change. ”

"As long as they work hard, they will have a harvest, they seem to get something for nothing, but they also have to pay, but it is their own soul that they give, and our work seems to have no return, but it is only accumulating little by little, and when it accumulates to a certain extent, it will bear fruit. ”

The old priest shook his head slightly, signaling the young priest not to be paranoid, they just hunched over and dug the river little by little.

Whether it was windy or scorching, cold or hot, day and night, the seasons changed, a year passed, two years passed, five years passed, and when the eighth year came, the old priest fell, and at this time the young priest, who had been unbalanced in his heart, had an epiphany.

After burying the old priest in the riverbank, he took up his mantle and continued to dig the river until his hair was little by little.

At last one day even he was no longer young, but as old as the old clergyman who had taught him in the past, and he fell on the riverbank.

At this time, there was an even younger black-robed priest who took over his inheritance, and when he fell, the villagers began to be shocked.

The villagers who laughed at them for digging rivers have also become gray-haired, and the children who grew up watching them dig rivers have gradually become middle-aged, and gradually all the people in the village have watched them grow up, and it is no longer clear how many years these priests have been digging here.

"Grandpa, what are they doing over there? Are they fishing? But we don't have a river here, and we have to go far, far away to get water. ”

A child pointed to the excavated canal and asked suspiciously, and several people in black robes were silently digging there, old and young, silent.

"They're digging rivers there, they've been digging here for years, and I saw them digging when I was your age. ”

An old man with gray hair glanced at the river and answered his grandson's question, if it wasn't for his grandson's question, he would have almost forgotten about the group.

Last time, those people in white robes said that as long as they prayed to the goddess of light, all their wishes could be fulfilled, but the river never appeared, and what our village needs most is a river, are they changing the river?"

The child blinked his eyes and asked excitedly, the dry days were too difficult for them, and the soil was poor to grow crops.

"Conjure up a river, but it's been a decades since my parents told me it couldn't be done. ”

The old man was a little surprised by this, and he followed the river to look at the source, and it turned out that he had been digging for a long time before he knew it.

At a glance, you can't see the end at all, how many people do you need to dig this, and how long does it take to dig to this scale?

"Well, is it impossible? I thought I could see the river from the village, but it still doesn't work. ”

The child was a little disappointed, looked at the river dejectedly, and slowly turned and walked away.

"No, if you try it, maybe you still have a chance, I've been watching here for decades, I should do something, right?"

When the old man returned to the village, he picked up the farming tools and joined the team without hesitation, and when his grandson grew up, he joined the team.

Gradually, more and more villagers gathered spontaneously, and once they gave up because they could not see hope, and left one after another.

But the same hope is once again united, day after day, year after year, from a few to dozens to hundreds.

This canal, which could not have been successfully built, was finally built!