I Built the Salvation Organization

An old man was lying peacefully on the bed.

His age is old enough.

The face is full of dense wrinkles, the cheeks are extremely thin, and the bedside is full of dense instruments.

If you open the quilt covering him, you will find that more than half of his body has been transformed into a machine.

Because he is really too old.

He was so old that he should have come to the end of his life long ago, but he survived as if he was lingering on his last breath.

It's not that he's afraid of death.

But because he has to live.

At this moment, his eyes are looking at the window beside the bed, the wind is sunny and the endless ocean, white seabirds are flying freely on the sea, one of them seems to be flying towards him, He stretched out his palm and watched the seabird rest in his palm.

The trembling and very thin arms didn't seem to feel any weight.

That's right.

Because all of this is fake.

next moment.

Everything outside the window disappeared, the sea and the birds disappeared in an instant, leaving only a white wall without a trace of gray or analysis.

And - a man standing in front of him, covered in black mist, unable to see his face.

This is also false.

This is a room without windows.

The holographic projection technology in modern society, in addition to being unable to touch, is enough for people to visually distinguish between true and false.

"Why do I have to turn off my 'view' every time we meet?" The old man sighed, his voice was clear and powerful, not at all like an extremely old old man.

Because his own vocal cords were broken 30 years ago, after replacing with a mechanical vocal cord, he restored his voice to the voice of his youth.

"This is to prevent your lack of concentration." A man's voice also came from the black mist. It was extremely ordinary, but it was impossible to tell whether it was true or false.

"So, why did you come to me?" The old man didn't dwell on this question, but asked in a casual tone.

"You should already know." The male voice in the black mist continued without the slightest emotion, "You have seen today's conversation a long time ago, and you know the result, your lies can't deceive us, why do you still lie ?”

The pupils of the eyes, the slightest expression on the face, the changes of every trace element in the body, and even the brain waves of the brain.

There is no part of this person's body that is not under the strictest surveillance.

Nearly a hundred people accompany him to live forever on this isolated island.

He can't lie successfully.

But even so.

He still lied during the last question and answer.

And it took them half a month, combined with various inspections and analysis, to determine that he was lying.

The key is.

He has long known that his lies cannot be deceived—because he is the only prophet in this world.

So incomprehensible.

But everything about this person must be dealt with with the highest level of caution. Before a new prophet appears, this old man who seems to be dying is related to the future of the entire human civilization.

and so--

Today, one must know why he lied and what he saw.

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Chapter 330 Four: Everyone is dead

"I can tell you everything you want to know." The old man opened his mouth, and he said slowly, "But, are you sure you want to know? Destiny is only in the hands of those who can peek into it. If I think, If I don’t tell you, I’ll get better results.”

This is undoubtedly a speech that will shake people's hearts.

In particular, this sentence came from the mouth of a prophet.

However, the person in front of him was obviously not disturbed by such words.

He has been professionally trained.

And they, dealing with this prophet, have been dealing with this for a century.

"You are right, fate can only be controlled by those who can peek into it, but if you tell us the fate you peeped at, then all of us will be the ones who control fate." Behind the shadow People are not in a hurry.

He even said such unnutritive words slowly.

The reason why there is no nutrition.

Because, this kind of conversation, today's result, and all of this have already been seen by this "old man"—but he still happily said these words that could not change the result.

"Do you control your destiny?" The old man's expression seemed a little dull. He looked over the black shadow in front of him and looked at the wall in front of him. It was white as smooth as jade, without reflecting any light or shadow.

Finally, he sighed.