"Hey! Feiyang! I'm so hungry!" Ao Jiaojiao squatted on the ground, and said to Yin Feiyang with a wrinkled face.

Yin Feiyang was also hungry at this time.

He hasn't felt this feeling of hunger for hundreds of years.

Of course, this taste is definitely not worth remembering.

This made him recall some memories that were long ago but still unforgettable... It was not a very beautiful memory.

"Wait a little longer! If you really can't hold on, you will quit the world. In this case, it doesn't make sense for us to continue to waste it..." Yin Feiyang said.

Although I was very unwilling to give up, it was too difficult to break out and gain vitality under such an unfavorable situation.

What's even more difficult is that even if they escape, they cannot open the extraordinary path of this world, and they cannot untie the seal. On the premise of releasing their cultivation, they cannot live for too long under the attack of monsters in the dark.

After a while, the Demon Sect finally seemed to have welcomed a little food back.

Despite this, many people were noisy and cheering.

"Elder! No one in the river or running on the ground can eat it, and there is radiation. You can only dig under the ground and dig out something. Everyone will eat it and have a drinking water problem... I tried to filter a bottle of water. The taste may be a bit strange, but it did not cause any adverse reactions for the time being." Zhao Tianlang, who successfully brought the food back, said.

Murong Yun said while chewing the dry and hard cassava roots that had already died, "Not bad! You made a good job, eat something, take a break, and then pass on the experience of finding food to everyone. Let more people accompany you to find it!"

As he said that, Murong Yun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Rise the fire and put the roots of these trees in the fire to roast them. Try to roast them as much as possible, and the taste is slightly better. The elders eat them first, and after they finish eating, let the disciples all restrain themselves! Don't be ignorant of advancing and retreating!"

The second half of the sentence is obviously for elders like Xue Wuliang to listen to.

The dead cassava roots were thrown into the fire, and a strange fragrance gradually spread across the crowd.

When the night fell again, making the clouds hanging down in the sky even more gloomy, the fragrance seemed to have a slight smell called "happiness".

The monks of the righteous path kept swallowing.

But I tried hard to turn my head and didn't look at the food that was being baked in the fire.

Yin Feiyang touched Ao Jiaojiao's little head and gave her an encouragement smile.

Then he lowered his head and began to think about a way out.

Little did they know that Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Demon Sect on the other side, had already arranged a "story" for them.

"The current development of the two monks of the righteous and demons in the gourd world is seriously unbalanced. This is actually not good for me. But I can't help it too clearly... So the next plot is up to you! With this confidence, it depends on whether you can put your face down and use the information to negotiate with the Demon Sect. If you don't even have this flexibility and flexibility... Then staying in the gourd world will only cause trouble for me. It's better to clear it out as soon as possible and change a group of people in." Ke Xiaoliang looked down at Yin Feiyang at this moment from the perspective of God, thinking in his heart.

Yin Feiyang buried his head, but found that something seemed to be flashing with silver light in the soil under his feet.

He did not take action immediately and dug out the thing, but stepped on the soles of his feet without moving.

Waiting for the night to become deeper and the sky is fading. Although the fire sways, it illuminates the surroundings a blur.

Then he reached out and dug it on the ground.

Without any effort, he dug out a silver cross and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Is this a cross?" Yin Feiyang identified with his hands and felt the touch.

He had also seen the cross in that cave, so he recognized it with his touch.

Inexplicably, a sentence suddenly appeared in his heart.

A sentence that often appears in that "diary".

"My lord, forgive my sins, Amen!" Yin Feiyang said this sentence in an extremely weak voice.

"What?" Ao Jiaojiao, who was squatting beside Yin Feiyang, heard a little bit, and then asked in surprise.

"No..." Yin Feiyang was about to explain, but suddenly the silver cross burst out with energy, wrapping him up and pulling him to a specific time and space.

When Yin Feiyang settled his perspective again, he found that he was already sitting in the church.

Because of his petite figure, his body was blocked by a tall chair.

Yin Feiyang was about to move his body and check the surrounding environment when he suddenly heard the voice of someone talking.

"The Lord has descended the oracle, and he will choose to die and enter into destruction. He will use his own death to bear all the sins in the world. He will bury the last hope in the world and wait for people's self-salvation. After tonight, we will all become unbelievers, because the Lord we believe in will no longer exist." An old and weak voice said.

"Why? Archbishop!"

“Isn’t God omnipotent?”

"Why didn't He save us? Why did he let the world destroy? Those weapons... The weapons of those despicable and fallen people will never be able to kill Him even if they hurt Him." A younger voice said in a hysterical way that penetrated into his bones.

"He can create and destroy everything in the world, but cannot fully control the hearts of all people. World destruction is not His choice, but our own choice. Just like more than four thousand years ago, that flood was not His choice, but our own choice."

"Because the flood was brought down and the Lord had borne the sins of mankind, he had to transform himself into the world, become a holy Son, experience pain in the world, and return to heaven."

"The same is true now. The Lord lets himself be killed by mankind, and he uses his own body and death to bear the sins of people. He hopes to take away all sins with his own death." said the old Archbishop.

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, but was a little confused when he heard it.

After all, there are quite a few allusions that he doesn't understand.

He just heard a rough idea.

"So, this time, will the Holy Son be born? Sooner or later, after the Holy Son is born, we will welcome our Lord back one day?" the young voice asked.

The Archbishop sighed, "Maybe! Maybe so... If the sins of the world are completely cleansed, when people clearly recognize their mistakes, the Son will step on the thorns, stand out from the crowd, reignite the holy fire, and hold up heaven."

"Matthew! I'm about to lose my life! I will accompany the Lord to the Land of Neverland."

"And you must persevere! Persist in waiting, wait for the arrival and appearance of the Son, wait for people to awaken and repent, wait for everything to revive, and new buds grow on the dead oak tree...!"

"Matthew! Strengthen your faith, even if we no longer have the Lord we believe in..."

In the empty church, there seemed to be only the archbishop's old voice, which was constantly echoing, and finally became faint and inaudible.
Chapter completed!