Everything in front of Merlin's eyes seemed to turn into plasticine baked in the heat, and in the blink of an eye, the lawn on the ground, the bushes around him, and even the round stool under his ass began to melt and disintegrate.

His body gradually disconnected from its position in the "now", slowly falling into the inky depths of time and space. Countless meaningless lights and shadows flew around him, Merlin didn't have the energy to grasp those fragments of time, and although his abilities were powerful, they shouldn't be spent on them.

Merlin fell lightly into the time and space that had been put together before, and with a flick of his fingertips, the past in front of him was completely unfolded in front of him, as if it were a real book. His interest in peeking into the past of this group of people is not only a sudden interest, but there is also a deep desire to explore in his heart, which forces him to peel back the shell of the present to the truth.

He didn't leave his place in the past, not only to save some flowers, but also to change the course of events.

"Huh?" Merlin looked around slowly, "Why is there only one person?" Obviously, it looked like it was ...... At least forty or fifty people came. ”

It seems that the background of this incident is a silent night, and there is nothing in the sky. A man in shabby clothes is wandering aimlessly through the streets, his eyes seem to have lost the light of survival, and walking against a wall is just the most primitive desire to survive in human nature.

He didn't seem to have eaten in a long time, and his body was too weak to move.

"Hmm!" He seemed to see something, and the holes in his eyes were gradually filled, "This is ......"

Merlin followed the man's gaze and saw a sign hanging above his head, with the words "Wishing Stone" written on it.

The Wishing Stone? What's that? Does it have anything to do with men walking during the day? The illusory Merlin continued to follow the man, only to see him wade through the darkness of the river, through block after block, and finally to an open square.

In the center of the square is a huge stone statue that resembles a giant human face. The statue is surrounded by several decorative pillars with shiny handwriting.

"I didn't expect it to be true, the Wishing Stone ......," the man muttered, his face filled with indescribable surprise and happiness, "Haha, hahaha! ”

Merlin had been observing the surroundings of the square for a long time, and he saw several lines of slogans on the stone pillars in front of the statue:

[Infinite gaze, boundless desire]

[Some people struggle, some people run]

[Just for solicitation, just for a light kiss]

[There is a price to pay for achieving any miracle]

[We hereby respond]

This is...... A stone statue that can grant wishes to people? Where exactly is this?

If you make some excessive requests, will this wishing stone statue also fulfill it for you? Miracles and wishes are not a thing, and to achieve miracles is to make those things in the world that are absolutely impossible to achieve theoretically become reality, and they are not comparable to ordinary gifts. Merlin looked at this man, what kind of wish would he make?

The man limped towards the huge stone statue, the look in his eyes becoming more and more eerie. He slowly stroked the surface of the stone statue, as if caressing his lover.

"You are the Miracle Statue that grants all the wishes of others......." he roared feverishly, "...... I have a wish here, whoever you are, I hope you can help me make it happen, help me-"

Merlin was surprised to see pieces of black rune fragments leaking out between the cracks of the stone statue, and they actually formed independent spatial partitions, separating the man from the space around him!

In other words, there is no way to know what a man is wishing.

"What......" Merlin rolled his eyes, "if there's no way to know what he's wishing for, there's no way to know what's going on......."

After about a few minutes, Merlin saw that the man seemed to be a different person, the clothes on his body became brand new, his body seemed to be fatter, the green tendons that were exposed on the original skin disappeared, and he looked like he was beaten with chicken blood.

"That's right...... That's right, the Cult of Didama, it's the Cult ......of Didama," he shouted excitedly, not knowing if such a loud noise would disturb the sleeping people, "Thank you...... Thank you! I will never, convey the will of the God of creation......"

Cult of the Didhama God? Merlin was not the first time he had heard the word Didamo, and he had left his own unique place in the souls of all people. He is said to be the creator of this world, and his body is also an integral part of this world, so if he can find the Deidhama himself, he will be given a unique gift from the gods in the world.

Merlin couldn't believe that this stone was the essence of God, and he could only guess in disguise that this stone contained the divine power of Didamour, and that he was only a part of God. To put it more simply, this stone is the substitute left by the creator God in the world.

"Grant me, O generous God...... Countless parishioners, I will give countless faiths according to your command. The man turned his head and knelt reverently in front of the stone statue, and kowtowed three times, so that even his forehead was already broken and bleeding.

In other words, this guy became a preacher of the so-called creator god Dharma, and everyone believed in Him. But the matter is still very strange, if this stone wants to become the faith of mankind, then the local residents should also decorate it with some grand ornaments. But for some reason, this square is desolate and desolate.

Merlin finally knew the origin of this group, they were just a group of missionaries, and there were not many of them. It is estimated that it will take a lot of effort to build this church bigger, at least for several years.

The location of this stone statue should also be in the [Land of Desire], and it is unlikely that they will cross an entire Sisg on foot, so they will have to grow small and grow up, and turn the local residents into their own parishioners.

Anyway, there was still time, and Merlin was back to the very beginning, and he was able to take the opportunity to go up to the residential buildings and see if he could find the exact location of the village. A stone statue that could grant his wishes, and he might be able to go to Sheldon to see it.

"Marquez, there's something wrong with this statue." Unexpectedly, Nightmare spoke, "Don't make a wish to him, even if it is really in front of you, don't ask him to make a wish." ”

"Why?" Márquez asked rhetorically, "Nothing happened to the guy who just left. ”

"Because his wish should be about being able to become famous." "If I had made other wishes, it might not have been that simple." ”

"I can't find it right now anyway, can I?" Merlin's illusory body passed through the closed house, the first floor of which was the living room, and it was inhabited.

Walking up the stairs slowly, everything was so quiet and there was no sound upstairs. What's more, there was no one on the second floor either.

"Huh? It's really unfortunate that this house is not inhabited. Merlin raised an eyebrow, and he manipulated his body to float into another room.

And no one either. Another building, still no one.

But Merlin could clearly smell a scent of the beds and household items that the living had used only a short time ago. There should be people here......

"Most of the people in this village have disappeared." Nightmare said bluntly, "Look no further. ”

"How do you know?"

"Nightmares have a high ability to perceive flesh creatures, even if we have little effect on the past now."

"They're all gone?" Merlin asked suspiciously, "I guess that's the only answer......

"They were probably all dead," Merlin said. ”

"You, you mean—"

The little boy's body suddenly felt an irresistible sense of floating, and he was like a marionette, uncontrollably scurrying up from the past deep sea. Everything in front of him was rapidly disintegrating, like a melting oil painting. The bright sunlight stung his eyes, and Merlin returned to the hard stake.

They...... All dead? So how exactly is it done? He just couldn't understand it......

Merlin was terrified of the missionaries, and it was better not to go near them.