Benson returned home and exhaled. It was already afternoon, and Benson had calculated in his mind that Klein's interview should be over. He opened the door with joy on his face, and saw a bookish face in front of him.

"Ah, Crane, you're back. How was your midday interview today? Benson smiled at his brother.

"Very poor." Klein said expressionlessly, leaving Benson stunned. But fortunately, Klein only smiled for a moment after the joke: "Actually, I didn't show up for the interview at all, I got a job early, and I was paid 3 pounds a week......"

Benson listened quietly, and a smile gradually spread across his face. As if he was lamenting that his brother had grown up, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said to Klein:

"Klein, guess why I didn't come back until the afternoon today?"

Klein was stunned and looked at Benson, as if he didn't understand what he meant. Benson tapped his slightly bald head, smiled at Klein and said, "Actually, I received a big order for the company this morning, and it just so happened that I met a generous gentleman......"

“……”

“…… And now, I have a weekly salary of £2, and with your salary, our family's situation will not be so difficult. ”

Gao Wei stood in the shadows in the distance, watching the Moretti family. He quietly watched Melissa return to Moretti's house, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked. His existence has been known to Klein and Melissa through Benson, and the next thing to do is to cooperate with them as a wealthy businessman, and brush up the favor of the future master of mysteries, so that he can continue to look down on all beings without any worries, and walk to the peak of divine life that watches movies every day......

"Boom!" An invisible spiritual power spread outward around Moretti's home, and Gao Wei looked at a round of crimson moonlight in the sky and jumped towards the rear without hesitation. Gao Wei fell to the ground and patted the dust on his body.

- The nasty goddess of the night.

Above the distant starry sky, the high-dimensional seeker squirmed his body, stirred a certain planet dominated by the superstar next to him as if venting, and then hid in his own curtain to enjoy the chaos. The complex and changeable system made him happy, barely allowing him to dilute a little of the annoyance of being suppressed by the true god.

However, the annoyance will not go away, but it will be transferred from the high-dimensional overlooker to the superstar master who is cursing God on the side.

Gao Wei held his staff and lit it on the ground, taking advantage of the slack time of the Night Goddess after detecting the situation, he slowly walked in the direction of the Aurora Society - it was time to join the Aurora Society in his current identity and let the Aurora Society help him, the outer god, take the blame. The true Creator is an important part of His plan, and He does not want God to be born more than mystery. You must know that the path mastered by the high-dimensional overlooking person is also the adjacent path of the "White Tower" and the "audience", and the two have similar authority.

Walking on the road, Gao Wei maintained a consistent posture without the slightest expression on his face. He walked through the somewhat silent streets, observing everything around him. At night, there is a chaotic atmosphere unique to this era, which makes the high-dimensional people who look down very satisfied. All people are following their own desires and are no longer bound by their own identity. In some glamorous places, he could even see some small nobles who mingled here, abandoning their identities and mingling with commoner women.

Just here, it's the most magical movie script.

But after just watching it for a while, Gao Wei got a little tired of it. He tapped his cane and walked towards the tight basement of a certain gate from the perspective of the heavenly body. He knocked on the door, and an irascible voice came from inside:

"Don't knock, get away!"

"Praise the Lord. (Hermes)"

“…… New compatriots? ”

"All-knowing and all-powerful God, the Creator of all. (Hermes) "Gao Wei hides the characteristics of the outer gods in his body, and shrouds the characteristics of the secret prayer person in the outer layer of the outer god characteristics, so as to express the characteristics of the secret prayer person. The True Creator responded to his prayer with a whisper, causing his mortal body to squirm slightly, looking particularly terrifying.

"......," the voice in the door was a little silent, "I'll go ask for instructions later." ”

After a few moments, the closed door creaked open. A somewhat feminine face, but definitely handsome, is exposed from it. The man looked at Gao Wei in front of him with his own eyes, and reached out to pull him in.

The dark basement was lit by fire, faces hidden in the shadows prayed silently in front of the candles, flesh wriggling on the ground and rolling on the hard floor. Even the most determined people would feel crazy when they saw this image, but Gao Wei listened with great interest to the words of the true creator and listened to the words of the real creator, and at the same time watched some believers who were not strong enough to resist pressure and wail on the ground.

"This is Mr. Z, the Divine Messenger wants to see you." The man in charge of bringing Gao Wei in whispered a word in Gao Wei's ear, and hurriedly found a free place to continue praying. Gao Wei looked at Mr. Z, who was kneeling at the head of everyone and praying silently, his eyes were not flustered, and he was full of praise.

Under the whispering of the mad gods, he can still maintain his half-madness, and he is indeed a devout believer, and it is estimated that it is difficult for the unquenchable whispers to pollute the divine envoys of the true creator. Gao Wei nodded silently, feeling the magic of human beings. It is obviously such a fragile creature, but it can still persist like this, so that the outer gods can roughly understand why the true creation is so partial to humans.

While Gao Wei was looking at Mr. Z, Mr. Z was also observing him. Mr. Z looked at the new "secret prayer person" in front of him and felt a little inexplicable. In the past, even newcomers who had become secret prayer people would be shocked by their sacred prayer rituals, unable to perfectly praise the power of God, and unable to receive God's grace. The expression on his face changed from indifference to surprise, and then from surprise to praise, making Mr. Z wonder if there was something wrong with his brain.

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Z couldn't contain his curiosity and couldn't help asking.

"I didn't expect before I came that the Lord (of the True Creator) would have such devout believers." Gao Wei praised: "Mr. Z, you are the faithful Lamb of the Lord. ”

Several believers kneeling beside Mr. Z looked up at Gao Wei, as if they were momentarily surprised by his boldness. Although Mr. Z felt that Gao Wei was right, he still felt offended by his tone, and said coldly: "All the people in the Aurora Society are the most faithful believers of the Lord. ”

"I know, I lost my words." Gao Wei pointed an inverted cross on his chest, "Praise be to You, All-Knowing and Almighty God, Creator of all; Domination behind the curtain of shadows; The depraved nature of all living beings! (Hermes)"

Seeing the flesh and blood on Gao Wei's side wriggling, and the muscles arching back and forth in his body like earthworms, the words that Mr. Z wanted to say suddenly stuck in his throat. He looked at Gao Wei, whose eyes were full of sincerity, and was speechless—what else could he say to a believer who was so devoted to praising the Lord? After a moment of silence, Mr. Z had no choice but to say:

“…… Let's go find a place to pray. ”

"Okay." Gao Wei sat in front of the candle flame and communicated with the true Creator. This feeling made him feel novel, and the high-dimensional seeper quietly seeped out a trace of power, spreading in the direction of the true Creator, spreading in the direction of the God's forsaken land, and began a dialogue with the true Creator—

Klein woke up suddenly, and found that there was a layer of gray mist wrapped around his side, in order not to wake up the sleeping Benson and Melissa, he hid directly in the bathroom in panic, he walked four steps backwards to the gray mist, and saw the gray mist rioting in one direction. Crane looked closely, and saw that there seemed to be a huge, indifferent eye in that direction!

Crane jerked away from the gray mist, feeling only a splitting headache. But then he heard Dunn Smith's voice: "Someone sneaked into your room, picked up your revolver, forced him into the hallway, and handed him over to us." ”

Repeated whispers echoed through the basement, and Mr. Z broke away from his prayer state, shocked to find the shadows around him rioting. Many of the invoicers and listeners fell to the ground, blood spitting out of their mouths, and inhuman features began to appear on their bodies. As the whispering deepened, so did Mr. Z, but he opened his arms excitedly and loudly praised the "gift" of the true Creator.

"Praise the Lord, praise the Lord! You are finally willing to respond to us, you have finally sent down your oracle! ”

Mr. Z was lying on the ground and pressed his right ear against the ground. After endless muttering, he finally pieced together the oracle of the true Creator from his mind:

"Take it away...... Painter...... My Dependent. Help him... ...... I, wake up. ”

Mr. Z hurriedly glanced around and saw Gao Wei, who was painting as if nothing was happening, stained with the blood of others. He scribbled on the ground, drawing an upside-down hanging figure with an endless glow behind him. Although the lines of blood make the gods on the ground look a little eerie, Mr. Z can tell at a glance that Gao Wei is drawing their master.

"I'll take you away, come with me." Mr. Z turned into a ghost and flashed behind Gao Wei, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. Mr. Z grabbed Gao Wei, flipped a hidden button, and immediately ran out with him. As soon as the two of them left the basement, Mr. Z lit a match and threw it inside.

"Boom ————!"

"I'll go and distract the infidels, and you will run first!"

Mr. Z opened his flesh and attracted the substitutes who heard the noise.