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Chapter 1388 Chapter ·"Holy Revelation."

"It turned out to be Miss Hui Shuhang." Si Que said calmly: "I heard that Miss Hui Shuhang was in poor health and could not walk. She must have come here in a dream."

This black water dream is like a transit station. Here, you may meet people from different worlds. When they were dreaming, they resonated with Si Que's dream by chance, so their consciousness came here. When they wake up, their consciousness will go back.

"That's right." Hui Shuhang loosened the hem of her skirt and folded her hands on her abdomen.

"Miss Hui Shuhang, what can I do for you?" Si Que had met more than one person from another world here. Some of them were powerful, and some were ordinary people who unexpectedly resonated with him.

A person with special abilities from Minghui, who wanted to become a strong man. Si Que took away his emotions as a price and gave him a bottle of dragon blood.

A host from the old days, whose dream is to become the most popular host on the Internet. Si Que took away her beauty in exchange for creating a persona with good eloquence and a beautiful suit for her.

An ordinary person from an unknown world, who wanted to become a super rich man, was given a backpack of gold in exchange for his kinship and love.

What you gain, what you lose.

Si Que likes staying in the Black Water Dreamland very much, because there are always all kinds of people appearing there. Listening to their stories can give Si Que new inspirations.

For those people, this was a life-changing adventure. They just had a dream by accident and got what they had been longing for all their lives.

Gradually, the Black Water Dreamland came to be known as the place where wishes come true, and only lucky people could dream of it.

Hui Shuhang said calmly: "I don't have any wishes. I just want to see an old friend before I die, but that old friend left earlier. So I don't have any wishes."

Si Que raised his eyebrows: "Really? But I see that Miss Hui Shuhang is weak and will soon die. Isn't she here to seek immortality?"

Hui Shuhang shook his head indifferently: "Life and death are promised matters, I have long since become indifferent to them. If I leave, perhaps I can still catch up with my old friend."

Si Que has seen too many greedy people who want everything to come true, but Hui Shuhang is unique.

"So Miss Hui Shuhang just came here to drink a cup of tea?"

"It's indeed an important matter." Hui Shuhang raised his right shoulder, and the white warbler on his shoulder flew up.

"Who is this?" Si Que said.

"...I will bring His Majesty to your side." Hui Shuhang lifted up the hem of her skirt again and bowed.

The silver eyes of the oriole, as vast as the universe, met the gaze of the magpie.

"Oh." Si Que instantly became interested: "Is this the legendary His Majesty Shengqi? He is the ceiling of the world game's combat power, and his combat power value far exceeds that of all the other gods. I have heard of his fame for a long time. I didn't expect that he is from the same clan as me."

With a "puff" sound, he transformed into a black and white magpie, flapped his wings and came to the white warbler, wanting to say hello to the two birds.

However, those silver eyes were as ethereal as a fairy, and their gaze did not linger on him.

"Your Excellency Si Que has misunderstood." Hui Shuhang shook his head: "The dead cannot be brought back. Your Majesty is no longer here. This oriole is merely the incarnation left behind by Your Majesty before he passed away."

"Is he really dead?" Si Que scratched his head with his wings.

He heard that Su Ming'an had hacked Sheng Qi to death when he was in a weak period, but he thought it was a fake death. How could Sheng Qi, who had a combat power of 9999, be killed by a single sword?

But Hui Shuhang said that this was true.

"Some things are higher than life. No matter how powerful one is, there will be reasons to die willingly." Hui Shuhang said, "But perhaps, I still don't understand all of your majesty. I was blinded by a single leaf before, and I didn't know that there is a vast universe outside this world, nor did I understand the concept of higher dimensions. Maybe your majesty's true body is still in the universe, and the one who lives with us is just an incarnation of him. It is still unknown."

"Oh, similar to Dieying and Xiao Aba?" Si Que nodded. Noah was an incarnation of Dieying. Perhaps Minghui's Shengqi is an incarnation of Gaowei Shengqi.

However, this is just a guess. Who says that His Majesty must be Gao Wei? Perhaps Sheng Qi really has no intention of living anymore. Si Que will not use his own thinking to speculate on other people's views on life and death.

"I understand... I'll keep this bird as a pet." Si Que looked at the snow-white warbler. It was quite beautiful, with smooth fur and silver eyes like snow. It was prettier than the magpie he raised.

"...I'm not your pet." A fairy-like voice sounded.

Si Que looked again and again and found that it was actually the oriole that was talking.

The pair of pupils that looked like ice and snow moved, as if the light between heaven and earth gathered together.

"Mr. Si Que, please do not underestimate His Majesty's incarnation." Hui Shuhang knelt and saluted: "I will go back. I have to meet His Majesty Shan Shuang tomorrow."

"...The opportunity to enter the Black Water Dream is rare. Maybe you will never dream of this place again next time. Do you really not need immortality?" Si Que raised his head. He had the relic left by the goddess of life, Lotasha, which could extend his life.

"The world is so big, and all things are struggling to survive, but Minghui is in order. It doesn't matter whether I am here or not." Hui Shuhang turned his back to him: "What's the point of living, and what's the point of dying. You should leave this item to someone who needs it more, such as... Mr. Su Mingan, and Mr. Su Mingan's friends. I won't waste it."

"Don't you want to see Su Mingan?" Si Que said.

"..." Hui Shuhang was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

This fleeting smile flashed across her pure white lily-like face, and soon turned into a withered flower. The corners of her lips raised a little, and then turned into a polite and strict flat line.

She was like a pink peach blossom tied in her skirt, swaying briefly and then silently staying on the branch.

"He should have a longer journey. Meeting him now is meaningless except to deepen the memory and increase the sadness." Hui Shuhang shook his head.

Su Mingan hadn't seen her for a long time, so even if he knew about her death, he wouldn't be too sad. But if he met her now, and then learned about her death later, it would only add to his sadness.

So, it’s better not to see you.

Just let her be a brief visitor in his journey, just enough for the occasion.

Si Que watched Hui Shuhang go away, her white skirt swaying on the water like a gradually withering flower.

A white warbler perched on Si Que's shoulder, its satin-like silver eyes gazing into the distance.

"So, Your Majesty Shengqi...when can you send a message to the universe, allowing you in your higher-dimensional state to defeat the organizer?"

"..."

"No response? Then I will keep you as a pet."

"..."

"You are my most satisfying pet recently, much better than the stupid magpie before."

"..."

"However, I hope you can stay away when I am doing something private with others. I don't want you to peek into my privacy."

"..."

"If Su Mingan and I run into any trouble, I'll have to trouble you to come to our rescue. He's still in his growth stage, and I'm just a weak and helpless magpie. I still have to rely on you, who are tall and mighty, to help us."

In the black water dream, the only sound is the floating sound of Si Que.

……

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

The gray-green stone house was built with square bricks and stones, and some washed animal skins, animal bones and bird feathers were hung on the walls.

A girl with black hair was working at a desk, carving words on a tortoise shell with a knife.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

Under her knife, characters shaped like large seal characters gradually took shape. Due to long-term use of the knife, her palms were red and covered with rough calluses.

At this moment, she heard some movement behind her and looked back alertly - she happened to meet Su Mingan's eyes.

"Who are you?" Su Mianbao clenched the knife.

The white-haired young man who suddenly appeared was extremely handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was more handsome than the most handsome man in the tribe that she had ever seen. He was wearing a piece of coarse cloth that followed the local customs. It hung from his left shoulder, covering his chest, and the gray-white hem reached his thighs, revealing his right shoulder.

If she had been more alert, she would have thought that the young man was an assassin. However, the concept of "killing" did not exist in this era, and Su Mianbao was still naive and just thought that the young man was looking for her.

As for why he appeared silently, perhaps it was because the young man came stealthily and made no sound of footsteps.

"Su Mianbao." Su Ming'an said. He felt that Su Mianbao should be able to recognize him. There was a sense of familiarity between them, as if they were blood-related.

"I don't accept confessions." said Su Mianbao.

“???” Su Mingan was full of question marks.

The next moment, he realized that this was not Su Baomian Puxin, but that she had seen too many young men and women confess to her in the past few years. After all, if someone came for something serious, he would not sneak into her room quietly.

"Wait...you..." Su Mianbao touched her chin. This young man was so handsome that he was unforgettable. Why had she never seen him before?
"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Without thinking, Su Mianbao pushed Su Ming'an into the closet next to him.

If others saw a handsome young man in her room, rumors would spread. Although everyone in the village had no ill intentions, no one wanted to hear gossip about themselves.

The God of Creation was pushed into the cabinet and closed with a click.

"The clan leader... fainted..." A tearful girl knocked on the door and walked in, followed by several panicked men and women.

After communication, it turned out that Yuzhu had fainted. Yuzhu's physical condition had deteriorated sharply in the past few days and he actually fainted today.

They left in a hurry, leaving the Lord God of Creation alone and lonely in the closet.

Su Mingan clicked on the population interface and took a look.

……

【With Bamboo (Supporting Actor)】

[Appearance: White hair and green eyes]

【Status: Critical】

[Busy with: coma]

【Strength: 160】

……

"...Birth, aging, sickness and death are common occurrences. As the creator, you should get used to it. If you rashly extend the life of others, it may not bring good results." These are the words of Si Que.

Su Ming'an should have just left it alone, but Yu Zhu was his own child after all, and it would be a pity if he died so young.

Just be selfish for once.

He followed them to Yuzhu's house, where Yuzhu was lying on the bed with a pale face, eyes closed, and covered with a thin blanket. At this moment, Su Mingan was in a trance for a moment.

I heard that Yotake is trying to raise insects recently to study the method of butterfly pollination. They are really becoming more and more alike.

A dozen people stood anxiously in the house, like headless flies. They couldn't understand the disease, and could only watch Yu Zhu's breathing become weaker and weaker...Finally, someone suggested that they could go to offer sacrifices.

"We... have God." When they mentioned "God", there was light in their eyes.

God can surely heal Bamboo.

They firmly believe that there is a God in this world who knows everything and can do everything.

Because when the four were born in the wilderness, they had the basic skills of planting, grazing, and hunting in their minds, as well as some concepts such as piano, lighthouse, and musical notes that they could not understand. It should be the shadow left by the Creator.

Therefore, there must be God in this world.

After discussion, Su Mianbao gathered more than a hundred people who remained in the village and came to the most magnificent building in the village - a huge stone altar.

Su Bread was covered with feathers of beautiful birds, wore a crown made of animal bones, lit a bonfire, and danced to pray to God.

The flames illuminated people's eyes, which were originally numb and dim, but became extremely bright at the moment of praying to God. They danced together, without any unified movements, but their faith was fervent.

Life is too hard, faith is their hope.

The more barbaric and primitive the era, the more fanatical people were in their pursuit of gods.

Someone took out a tortoise shell and carved some words on it, which reminded Su Mingan of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, when the kings would also use tortoise shells to divine for every action.

Such prayer ceremonies were held every few weeks. Sometimes they were for rain, sometimes they were for surviving the cold winter. However, the gods never came down, and people thought that there would be no result this time.

Su Mingan sighed and walked over.

...After all, Zhu and I are comrades he created with his own hands, and he cannot just leave them alone.

Would penicillin be useful? Loratadine tablets? Giving people such advanced things should accelerate the development of civilization.

Under the shocked gazes of the people, the overly handsome white-haired young man walked up to the altar.

He waved his robe, and the gray-white robe fluttered in the wind.

"I answer your prayers."

"——I am your 'God'."

……

Su Mingan was nearly knocked down.

The reason is that he is too handsome and does not fit the villagers' fantasy of God.

The villagers have always believed that the gods should be ten meters tall, tall and mighty, with thick dark eyebrows, muscular body, and a body as strong as a wall, and a stomp of his feet can shake the earth.

It was Su Mingan who used space vibration to shock people.

Knowing that it was the true "God" who had come to the world, the villagers immediately knelt down and apologized, hoping that God would forgive their previous ignorance.

Su Mingan walked up to Yu Zhu and looked into his weak, green eyes, which were full of desire for life.

"...God?" Yuzhu murmured.