If the road was all paved with gravel, then Yorks could assume that the times of this world were a little backward, and he might have seen some steam engines.

If the road appeared automatically in the middle of the carriage, then it can be assumed that it was a more backward era, such as the Middle Ages, then he could see those noble ladies with their waists and chests and the so-called noble knights.

But in the eyes of York, who rushed a hundred meters in one breath, it was a road paved with some asphalt and sand or cement and other materials through the wilderness.

"It seems that this world is roughly equivalent to modern times, and it is still a human world."

Yorks looked at the road in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward.

"That's okay, you can assume that everyone has extraordinary abilities, or you can assume that it is an apocalyptic environment through this desolate scene."

For York, as long as it is the human world, then he will not be so alone.

Man is a social animal, and he is no exception, even if he has learned to enjoy solitude and a corner, he also likes to live in the human world.

Following the intended goal, Yorkes made his way down the road, trying to find traces of the presence of the same kind.

At the same time, as he walked, he observed, and felt that the speculation of the environment in which monsters and humans coexisted could be removed.

Because, he has been walking alone for so long, and still has not encountered any danger.

Not even a single monster was found.

With the already inhuman eye and hearing, plus the ability to control a three-dimensional map within a hundred meters, the only thing York saw was a group of wild animals.

Antelopes, rats, snakes and many other common wild animals.

"This can already take the guess out of the apocalypse."

Yorks looked ahead, his gaze spreading along the road, eventually stopping on the horizon as if there was no end to the road.

"What the hell is going on, this is what the old man is talking about?"

Feeling that he might have a long way to go, Yorkston felt helpless.

He was ready for everything, but he didn't expect to come to this other world, and after so long, he still didn't find anything.

"No, there are still some discoveries."

Yorkes looked up at the sky, he could see a little, remove the debris that had been drifting, the bright sky seemed to be very bright, but in fact, in his eyes, the bright sky seemed to be covered with a fuzzy veil.

I thought it was because of the fragments, but now it doesn't look like it, the yarn that floats with the fragments is like a kind of black yarn like a mist, and I almost missed it if I didn't look closely.

That's why he hasn't given up on the idea that this world might be an apocalyptic environment.

In general, apart from these findings and speculations, Yorkes has no new information that would allow him to think.

"Keep walking, there's always something new."

York's eyes were on the road.

Although there seemed to be no end to the front of the road, and there were weedy and patches of wilderness on both sides, Yorkes was patient.

Because no matter what, as long as you keep following the road, you will always arrive at a place where people live.

Apparently, Yorkes made the right choice, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he began to discover the modern garbage left behind by humans.

Plastic bottles, rusty iron sheets, and more.

This shows that he is getting closer and closer to the place where his own kind is.

After a long distance, although there was no time, York's position on the sun was still able to confirm what time it was.

"Due south and west, probably in the range of three to five o'clock in the afternoon."

By this time, Yorks had reached a junction, and he stood on the road and swept around again, not finding the slightest human shadow.

"You've been walking at 40 km/h, and you haven't stepped out of this realm yet? How big is this world......

York shook his head, ready to spend the night in the wilderness.

Fortunately, he himself has been out of the category of human beings, even if he doesn't eat, drink or sleep for a month, he doesn't feel anything, and he doesn't even have much experience of the heat and cold of the season.

So spending the night in the wilderness, using the sky as the bed and the earth, he didn't have much psychological resistance.

However, just as he was about to slow down and prepare to spend the night in the wilderness, York's eyes lit up and he looked in the direction to the right.

"Finally someone!"

In the three-dimensional map of the 100-meter range in his mind, a rudimentary pickup truck was rushing into his three-dimensional image.

And inside was sitting a middle-aged woman.

It's just that what makes him raise his eyebrows slightly is that this middle-aged woman has a thin face, criss-crossing wrinkles, closed lips, sharp lines and unsmiling, revealing the traces of time and the ups and downs of life, but also with a hint of coldness and vigilance, which makes people stay away.

With such a cold, unsmiling look, Yorkes felt that this trip might fail.

"But you can't help but give it a try, in case you're just scratching the surface."

York, who began to smile with the same compassion he had been a priest in the past, stepped back to the edge of the road, stretched out his right hand, and gave a thumbs up.

In the meantime, the rudimentary pickup trucks have become visible to the naked eye, and the distance is getting closer and closer.

What York could see was that the middle-aged woman sitting in the car seemed to look at him seriously.

With just one glance, the humble pickup truck drove away with his compassionate smile without even pausing.

"Alas, this person's heart, why is it so cold."

Yorks looked to the left at the rudimentary pickup truck as it drove away, leaving nothing but dust in its wake, and didn't feel anything, because he knew that if he followed the back of the car, he would find a crowd of people.

This is a very good result for him, and he also understands the middle-aged woman's approach, if he wants to put him on hold in his previous life, if someone wants to take his ride in this wilderness, he will not pay attention to it, and he will not even look at it, for fear of causing trouble.

Who knows if it's a murderer or a fugitive.

So, Yorkes calmly withdrew his right hand and began to shift direction in the direction the pickup truck left.

But something surprising happened.

Before he could take a few steps, the simple pickup truck, which had already rushed out of the range of the 100-meter stereogram, rushed back into the range of the 100-meter stereo and returned again.

"It's ...... Conscience found? ”

Yorks looked at the simple pickup truck in front of him with a cloud of dust in front of him, and subconsciously stopped.

He was not mistaken, the humble pickup truck had deliberately stopped in front of him.

The middle-aged woman sitting in the driver's seat glanced at his satchel and pitch-black robe, as if she recognized something.

"Get in the car."

A cold voice came out of her mouth.

Yorks put away what he was thinking, nodded, opened the car door and sat in under the woman's gaze.

After he closed the door, the middle-aged woman began to control the rudimentary pickup truck and re-steered on the spot, starting again in the rising dust.

She didn't speak, but York was a little curious, because the middle-aged woman seemed to know his identity, the identity of the priest.

Glancing in the car's rearview mirror, Yorks could spot an old satchel in the back seat.

"Thank you for agreeing to give me a ride, but I'm curious why you're back?"

York glanced at the middle-aged woman and said.

He needed to know more.

"You used to be a pastor?"

However, the middle-aged woman said something that surprised him.

"You haven't given up this useless identity yet?"

Yorkes narrowed his eyes inaudibly, and walked directly to the middle-aged woman's words: "Why should I give up?" ”

The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment under this sentence, and there was only one sentence at the end.

"Oh, how can such a devout pastor appear at a time when God and the church are dead."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman looked at him, with a sadness in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

"Where are you going?"

York, who had not yet absorbed the information that God and the church had died, frowned and temporarily suppressed the doubts and speculations in his heart, and replied very seriously.

"I don't know, I've just come out of the mountains."

As he spoke, York played a trick and knocked on his head.

"I found that I had no memory of this world, as if it had all been forgotten by me selectively, and the only thing I could know was that I had been a priest."

As soon as these words came out, Yorks clearly saw that the middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and the pupils of her eyes were dilating.

"Priest?"

Yorks observed the words and looks, and keenly noticed the strangeness of the middle-aged woman, and knew that he had made the right bet, and there should be priests in this world except for priests.

After all, his identity is indeed that of a priest, as for the priest......

Of course, there are priests in the real world, but they also belong to the church and are in charge of the priest together, but the responsibilities are different, compared to the priest, the pastor is the support staff and administrator of the church.

But in previous lives, priests and priests belonged to two different denominations, but there was not much difference between the two, but that is not to say that there were no differences.

After all, different names and denominations mean that there must be differences.

In addition to presiding over Mass and weddings, priests also pray, confess and even exorcise demons for the dying.

A pastor is a person who is responsible for leading and caring for other Christians, and treatment and support are the main responsibilities of the pastor, and he is biased towards protection and management.

In general, a priest means a servant of God, and a pastor means shepherd in the original language of the Bible......

"Priest? Why is there still a priest in ......"

Apparently the middle-aged woman was a little stunned, she was just staring at him, and there was no focus in her eyes.

At this time, the car began to turn to the right side of the road, ready to head straight into the wilderness.

York hurriedly grabbed the steering wheel in the middle-aged woman's hands and stabilized the car.

"What are you doing?"

When these words fell, the middle-aged woman woke up instantly and quickly controlled the steering wheel, but she was still caught in the emotions just now.

"Are you really the legendary priest?"

Because of the appearance of the middle-aged woman, Yorkes really didn't understand, and he didn't understand why he was shocked by such a priest when there was a priest.

But faintly, there is some speculation.

"In my memory, I was indeed a priest."

As he spoke, York, as if he was afraid that the middle-aged woman would not believe it, took out the contents from his satchel one by one.

A Bible that was thick enough to kill people, and a bishop's scepter that he wielded.

It's all something that comes into being religious.

The middle-aged woman broke her coldness for the first time, as if absorbing this shocking information, she took a deep breath and said.

"You really don't have anywhere else to go?"

York nodded, knowing that his solution had succeeded, and that he might be able to understand all about this world today.

What does it mean that God and the Church are dead, and why is he so surprised that he is a priest so much that it can be described by legend.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the man sitting in the co-pilot, looked at him and nodded, couldn't help but exhale lightly, and then pressed the accelerator.

The humble pickup truck roared and roared.

……

Until it was already dark, York's mind calculated the distance of about fifty kilometers, and looked at the house that appeared in view.

The house sits alone in the wilderness, with nothing to rely on.

The only thing left was the groves around it, and in the dark night, the house looked very desolate, and this was not a place where ordinary people would dare to live.

He couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged woman who was driving calmly.

After learning along the way, he only learned that the woman's name was Mirta.

Just know that.

But that didn't stop him from wondering what it was that made Mirta live here alone.

"It's here, get out of the car."

Mirta parked the car in a large open space in front of the house and looked at the man who had been quiet in the passenger seat.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but on the way to drive, she was able to experience that kind of security again after decades.

This made Mirta already somewhat believe the man's words.

Legend has it that he is a priest who can exorcise demons and also exorcise demons.

"Hmm."

York withdrew his gaze from the dark room, illuminated only by the headlights, and followed Mirta out of the car.

As he looked around, he followed Mirta, who led the way, to the main entrance of the house, and couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you living here by yourself?"

Mirta, who was inserting the key into the lockhole, subconsciously paused.

"It's a long story......"

With that, she clicked and pushed open the front door.

"Come in."

York's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he followed.

But then, what he didn't expect was that there were modern pickup trucks, so-called light bulbs in the house, and even refrigerators.

But Mirta fumbled under his gaze, and after a moment's fumbling, he took out a pair of lighters and lit a kerosene lamp on the table in the center.

This was something he didn't expect.

But judging by Mirta's movements and the kerosene lamp that was about to burn out, she had done it countless times.

"Sit down."

Mirta looked at the man standing in place, pursed her lips, and said with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.

"I don't know where you came from, but I can look like you're confused, like a stranger who doesn't know anything about the world, but you can rest assured that I'll answer it all for you."

York nodded, still obedient to Mirta's words, walked up, pulled up a stool, and sat down.

When he was seated, Mirta went again to the kitchen next to the table, and in the eyes of the God of York, she lit the candle that had been placed on an old shelf, and at the same time took out some bread and something to drink.

"Sorry, that's all I have to eat." Mirta put the plate on the table, then sat down and looked at the man, her tone inexplicably apologetic.

Yorkes shook his head, looked at Mirta, who looked a little uncertain in the firelight, and said calmly, "It's okay, I'm not hungry, but can you tell me what's going on in this world?" ”

As he spoke, York paused and said very bluntly:

"Also, why do you wonder who I am a priest?"

Holding it is a character he doesn't understand, and he believes that Mirta in front of him will take on the role of letting him understand the world.

Because, through the three-dimensional view of 100 meters, from a room with beds, he saw the deacon's uniform of the church......

Thank you for the tips of the two bigwigs of Aojia and Dog Tail Hua!

Thank you for your support!

Today, I was recommended by the editor-in-chief, and the effect is really bad, and it was not easy to get on.

The big guys all said that reviews and collections would explode.,I'm looking forward to it too.,The result is so calm.,It's like I haven't been recommended.,It's too miserable......

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