Belief In The Kingdom of God

The dim sky soon faded completely. In the dark night, the physical body occupied by Chen Ming was sleeping on the side, but the spirit had already left his body and came to another scene.

Looking at the wild with the vision of the soul, I could only feel that a yin and resentment enveloped the four fields, and among the fateful and broken fate, a light red fate was particularly conspicuous.

After seeing this light red fate, Chen Ming smiled, and as his body moved, he came close to the man.

In a dimly lit house, a man sat silently on a bed made of animal skins. It was Klim.

Chen Ming looked at Klim on the bed and didn't say much, a divine power directly engulfed him in the depths of the sea of ​​knowledge.

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"Klim, Klim."

"Huh?" A faint voice gradually came from my ear, breaking the calm. He opened his eyes unexpectedly, but saw a familiar figure.

"Klim, the ancestor spirit ritual is about to begin, and we have to set off right away." A rough and familiar voice sounded in his ears.

He opened his eyes sharply and looked at the familiar middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief: "Father."

On the other side, when he heard his sudden call, the man was dumbfounded, with undeniable joy on his face: "What did you call me just now?"

Suddenly, Klimt felt something was wrong. His adoptive father, who had been killed in a battle long ago, could not be alive.

He jumped out of the bed quickly, and a feeling of extremely wrong suddenly hit his mind, and he glanced at his hand violently. The thick calluses on his hands have long since disappeared, and a pair of tender and white hands greeted his eyes.

He looked around again, a pair of sharp eyes staring tightly, not letting go of any details.

"This is..." He was taken aback in his heart, looking at the familiar scenes around him, and was stunned: "I was a kid."

Opposite, the dull man stared blankly at Klim, who was looking at him, somewhat inexplicably: "Klim, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing the familiar tone of the opposite, Klim raised his head sharply, his nose sour for some reason.

He stared at the familiar but unfamiliar adoptive father opposite, and his thoughts gradually flew in his mind for a while.

This is a story from a long time ago. Klim was born in a small tribe far away. His father died early. He was brought up by his mother alone. He spent a hard but warm and fulfilling childhood. Later the enemy invaded and the tribe was wiped out. His mother asked him to escape in order to attract the attention of others and was caught.

Without the blessing of his tribe, he was wandering in the wilderness alone. An eight or nine-year-old child survived alone in such a strange and terrifying wilderness. He has met ghosts, met wolves, and ate some barely edible grass roots and leaves, and survived all kinds of danger but never died.

Although he never died, he knew in his heart that if this continued, he would die in the desert sooner or later. But it seems that the gods always don't want him to die. One morning, he meets his adoptive father.

He was a strong, but always solitary, middle-aged man with no heirs. He was very happy to see him alone in the wilderness, and he picked him up and raised him as his own child. Then it was a period of difficult years. Although his adoptive father never mentioned it, he knew how difficult it is to carry a little kid like a bottle of oil in such a difficult and sinister environment. .

Later, when he was fifteen years old, his adoptive father was killed by the enemy in a battle because of his old age and physical frailty. There was no bones left.

"Klim, what's the matter with you?" Opposite, his adoptive father said strangely after seeing him for a long time.

"I'm fine." Klim replied seriously, looking at his adoptive father in a daze.

Hearing him say this, his adoptive father nodded: "Then let's go, the sacrifice has already begun, and the high priest is offering sacrifices to the ancestor spirits."

Then, without waiting for Klim to reply, he pulled him away.

However, what he didn't know was that his words reached Klimt's ears, which caused another wave of turbulence.

"Sacrifice..." There was a faint chill in his heart, and in the midst of it, a bad premonition was conveyed. It seemed to tell him that the nightmare that was many years ago was about to repeat itself.

Thousands of people were densely surrounded under an altar, but only men and children, and women were not eligible to participate in the sacrifice.

In the midst of the crowd, Klim relied on his adoptive father's strong physique and sat rather forward.

But at this time, his heart was tumbling, preferring not to have this position, and even an urge to escape from here. However, his strong will suppressed this impulse, and he forced himself to sit here, with his teeth clenched, looking ahead, a woman.

It was a woman with ordinary appearance. At this time, she had a deep fear on her face. Seeing the sacrifice gradually approaching him, the misery and helplessness on her face were clearly visible.

"Squeak" Seeing this, Klim's teeth were clenched tightly, his eyes fixed on the woman and the priest who kept approaching him, his eyes fiercely fierce.

That is his mother. As he saw the other party, Klim's eyes suddenly blurred, his palms clenched his fists fiercely, and his fingers were pierced by unshaven nails, but he didn't notice it.

Because he was very close to the altar, he clearly saw that the priest on the opposite side humiliated his mother while dragging his mother to the top of the altar like a dead dog. Then, he took out a black bone knife from his arms and was about to stab it.

Klim watched this scene fiercely, staring at the priest fiercely, as if he wanted to cut him a thousand times.

The familiar scene calls out the memories buried deep in his mind once again. At that time, he watched his mother be killed by the so-called high sacrifice, and his body was sucked into a corpse by the so-called ancestor spirit, but he was helpless. He couldn't even rush up to let his mother see him. Then for decades, he was alone with this nightmare memory, but he only dared to cry in the dark, paralyzing himself like a coward.

But this time. He took a deep breath, the originally chaotic heart suddenly calmed down at this moment, and then, amidst the surprised eyes of others, he rushed to the altar desperately.

Although it was only the body of a ten-year-old child, his speed was very fast. After a short while, he rushed to the altar and kicked the priest fiercely in the face.

Everyone was shocked at the scene. Before all the clansmen could react, a guard guarding the altar came forward with a spear, and wanted to kill him on the spot.

"Klim!" A slender, gentle exclamation sounded behind Klim, and the captured mother recognized the long-lost child. But he didn't look back, just listening to the voice that he had thought he would never hear again, a warm current poured in his heart.

"Finally, no more regrets..." he muttered silently in his heart, and then looked at the guards rushing up in front of him, grinning, and facing the spear stabbed in front of him, like a wild beast, he rushed forward frantically. .

bump!

As the spear was about to stab him, he put force on his feet, and his body leaned sharply, avoiding the stabbing spear in a short shot. Then, he used his best to punch the opponent.

"Not good!" The fist slammed into the opponent, but didn't knock it back as he expected. He suddenly remembered that he was no longer the sturdy Klimt, and now he is just a seven or eight year old kid.

However, it was too late at this moment. He was hugged directly by the opponent and couldn't get rid of it. Then, under his fierce gaze, the guard held a dagger in his right hand, with a grin on his face, and raised his right hand vigorously.

"It's over." He shouted in his heart, but his eyes did not change at all, his face still staring at the other man frantically, trying to break free.

But at this time, his strength was too weak, and he couldn't get away from an adult. He watched the dagger get closer and closer to him, and his pupils reflected shadows.

However, the familiar pain did not come, only to feel that behind him, his adoptive father knocked down the guard who was holding him with a punch, and then he hugged Klim and threw him out forcefully.

"Klim, run!" He shouted hoarsely, and then rushed to the altar, towards the priest.

However, at this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and the faces of ghosts enveloped him and Klim's mother.

"No!" Seeing the adoptive father and mother gradually corroded into bones under the black air, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he roared, tears filled the corners of his eyes.