The Fool of the Gods

The old chief looked at everyone's expressions while speaking, until he felt that these outsiders were calm and composed, and seemed not surprised by the current situation of the mushroom-footed people, he continued with some excitement:

"But we don't resent, because He is tolerant!

We know that sooner or later He will forgive us and bring the entire tribe back to the rainforest on the surface.

And we have waited too long for this day. The long wait makes people tired. Generation after generation of tribesmen have lived here to atone for their sins, but they have never waited for any god to come. "Until today..." The old patriarch suddenly became excited. He could no longer suppress his guesses and fantasies. He looked at Honglin with burning eyes, and said word by word with red eyes: "Until today you came! You are a foreign visitor who has not been seen for hundreds of years, a compatriot of mine blessed by [Prosperity], and a messenger of His who brought the Oracle of Forgiveness..." There were three sentences in total. The tone of the old patriarch changed from exciting to full of expectations, and then to cautious. He became less and less confident as he spoke, because he had been waiting for Honglin to respond to him, even if it was an encouraging smile, but the frowning [Prosperity] God Chosen had no idea how to respond to him. So the indifference of the "God's Messenger" scared the old patriarch. He didn't know if Honglin was the God's Messenger he was waiting for, but he knew that he didn't have many years to wait. So today, when the tribe met a stranger for the first time in hundreds of years, he moistened his eyes, trembled, and asked pleadingly:

"You...are you?"

It turned out that this group of mushroom-footed people regarded me as a messenger of God who came to liberate them. No wonder they were so enthusiastic at the beginning, no wonder they always led the conversation to the history of the mushroom-footed people...

Honglin's expression was complicated. She couldn't answer this question because she didn't even want the identity of the chosen one, let alone consider herself an illusory messenger of God.

On the other hand, the other teammates, Zuoqiu wrote furiously, the hunter closed his eyes, and Yanou remained silent.

In this tribe full of poor people who were looking forward to [prosperity], [silence] arrived before [prosperity].

The hopeful mushroom-footed people in the house were nervously waiting for a result, but they didn't expect that what they were waiting for was the arrival of [silence].

Seeing this scene, who would not understand?

They were only isolated from the world, not from wisdom. The silence at the scene had already revealed the result, that is, the stranger who had entered the tribe for the first time in hundreds of years was not his messenger.

In this case, the so-called oracle of forgiveness had naturally never descended on the mushroom-foot tribe.

The expectations in the hearts of the mushroom-foot people in the house suddenly disappeared, and the lake of their hearts that had been surging seemed to be frozen in an instant by the cold mist again. They looked at the silent stranger in front of them one by one in disbelief, and their expressions became more and more lost and desperate.

The old patriarch was the same.

He was a little anxious, but he couldn't control this anxiety.

And now, anxiety has turned into disappointment.

The result that the mushroom-foot people have been waiting for for hundreds of years seems to be far from coming, and the young people behind him finally couldn't help but shed tears.

Crying and wailing helplessly.

But just as this hopeful meeting turned into a disappointing scene, and the light in the old patriarch's eyes dimmed, a fortune-teller who "knew how to fix fate" suddenly stood up. He stepped forward and moved in front of Hong Lin, then smiled very warmly and said to the old patriarch:

"All things grow, and they flourish.

Our great benefactor, [Prosperity], has long felt your sincere repentance, so he sent the two of us here to give you a new oracle.

The silence just now was for you. Our last test.

When hope disappeared, you did not feel resentful, nor did you vent your anger on strangers, nor did you abandon your faith, so you passed.

His people, look up and tell me, what is your name? "

The old patriarch was shocked after hearing this. He looked up at Cheng Shi in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise and shock, as if wondering why the person who said this was Cheng Shi, not Hong Lin who was carrying [Prosperity] next to him.

However, within a second, he understood that although the "young man" who spoke could not feel the power of [Prosperity], he took out a branch full of vigorous life!

The old patriarch and the mushroom-footed people behind him suddenly widened their eyes, because they saw the supreme [Prosperity] on this bud!

The baptism of new life!

Cheng Shi took out the baptism of new life and held it in his palm. At this moment, he looked like a "Buddha who saves the world", with one hand across his body.In front of him, holding the "Purifying Bottle and Willow" in one hand, if this shape was placed in the reality before the game, tourists who didn't look carefully would have to come over and bow to him.

The old patriarch didn't know what "Bodhisattva" was. He only knew that the person standing in front of him was full of light and a sense of [God] from head to toe!

They... are really messengers of God! ?

Silence... is all a test! ! ? ?

The old patriarch was stunned, the old patriarch realized, and the old patriarch believed!

His body was shaking, tears of joy welled up in his eyes. He looked back at the young tribesmen who had stopped wailing, then he immediately prostrated himself on the ground devoutly, crying with joy:

"Aluweni, your devout people are called Aluweni!

Praise [Prosperity]!

Praise [Prosperity]!!

I knew that He would never abandon us!!

Praise [Prosperity]!!!"

Hearing the movement in the old chief's house, the tribesmen who were eavesdropping outside also prostrated themselves, and their excited shouts echoed over the tribe like a tsunami:

"Praise [Prosperity]!"

The mushroom-footed people shouted enthusiastically, but the players in the house felt cold in their hearts.

"......"

What did this fate-weaver teammate do?

The cold-faced hunter dropped his jaw again, and an inexplicable gleam flashed in Zuoqiu's eyes. The puppet master's puppet suddenly lost control because the main body was too shocked and knelt on the ground. They looked at Cheng Shi in amazement and tried to seek an explanation.

Hong Lin, who was standing next to Cheng Shi, held Cheng Shi's arm tightly, and whispered in a look of shock and anger:

"You are crazy! Where do we have a messenger of God? Where do we get an oracle!"

Cheng Shi was hurt by Hong Lin's huge force, but he didn't dare to show it at all. He could only swallow his tears and keep a warm smile on his face.

He just whispered without moving his lips:

"Don't forget the content of the trial, a prairie fire, a prairie fire!

I'm setting a fucking fire, don't pinch me, my hand will break!"

"!!??"

Hong Lin, who was confused, had automatically ignored Cheng Shi's address of "big sister". She suddenly woke up and realized, and her tightly grasped Cheng Shi's hand loosened instantly, and suddenly remembered the requirements of this benefactor's trial:

In the silent night, light a prairie fire.

So, the hope in the hearts of the mushroom-footed people hidden deep in the Sighing Forest is those dying sparks?

They were about to go out, but Cheng Shi seemed to have ignited them again.

But the problem is, his fire... is fake!

It's forgiveness out of nothing!

Crazy!

At this moment, Hong Lin had only one thought in her mind, that is:

No wonder he was able to trick Zhen Yi, because he was clearly a lunatic who was full of lies and reckless!

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