Chapter 238 How could I kneel to you, a false god?

Chapter 238 How could I kneel to you, a false god?

"City Lord?"

"How can you..."

The people in the quarantine area looked up at Sheng Xiuming in disbelief.

"How can we use the divine power we worship on him casually?" someone shouted in dissatisfaction.

Sheng Xiuming turned a deaf ear to him and just looked at Qin Tianlang: "Come up the stairs, and you will know that regenerating severed limbs and resurrecting the dead have never been my delusion."

Qin Tianlang looked straight ahead, walked through the crowd with different expressions, and strode towards Sheng Xiuming.

He stepped onto the steps and stood in front of Sheng Xiuming and the golden statue. His originally tall and majestic figure seemed small and insignificant against the backdrop of the golden statue.

"Let's start." Sheng Xiuming said, tilting his head.

The golden statue raised its huge golden arm, took a green gem from the olive branch embedded in its hair and placed it in its palm.

It put its five fingers together, and the gem broke into pieces, with dots of fluorescence spreading out from between its fingers.

As if they had spirits, some of the light green fluorescent light fell on Qin Tianlang's blurry face, and some fell on Sheng Xiuming's skinny legs.

When the golden statue moved, Ai Wanxin's muscles were highly tense. If the witch wanted to treat Qin Tianlang in the same way she treated the sacrifice, she would definitely stop it.

However, unexpectedly, on the steps, the necrotic flesh on Qin Tianlang's face, which had been burned by the flames, fell off, and new tender pink flesh grew back.

His bumpy skin became smooth again, and his thick black eyebrows slowly took shape, revealing the appearance that Ai Wanxin had seen downstairs of the small building in the new city.

"Wow—"

There was an irrepressible exclamation from the crowd.

Qin Tianlang raised his hand and touched his face.

He did not show any joy at his restored appearance. On the contrary, a deep furrow appeared between his thick eyebrows and his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

Sheng Xiuming looked at his old friend's face which had returned to normal, with a burning light flashing in his eyes behind the lenses.

His toes, which had been numb for years, twitched slightly. Sheng Xiuming held the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands and poured all his strength into his legs. His originally soft and weak legs actually trembled and stood up.

Qin Tianlang subconsciously helped him.

Their eyes met, and Sheng Xiuming excitedly pinched Qin Tianlang's arm tightly.

"I said, I said--" He couldn't control his ecstasy and muttered nervously.

Qin Tianlang was more surprised that Sheng Xiuming could stand up than that his face had recovered.

They have known each other for more than 20 years. No one knows better than Qin Tianlang how badly Sheng Xiuming's legs were injured after the car accident. Even the best doctor in Guanghui City said that he would never be able to stand up again in his lifetime.

And now he was standing right in front of him.

Because his legs had not felt touched for a long time, Sheng Xiuming took a while to adapt to Qin Tianlang's hand before he could stand firmly. Once he was sure that he would not fall, Sheng Xiuming quickly loosened his tightly clenched hands.

Sheng Xiuming got down from the wheelchair and stood next to Qin Tianlang. Everyone then realized that he was also quite tall, with his thin shoulders and back straight, and he faced everyone with his chin slightly raised.

His voice finally wavered through the loudspeaker: "Everyone has seen it. The goddess is powerful and can bring back to life the dead, turn bones into flesh, and eliminate disasters and evil. There is nothing she cannot do. As long as you serve the goddess devoutly, you will be spared the suffering of the last days of heaven's punishment."

"The divine power is glorious and there is nothing it cannot do!" The guards of the old city took the lead in shouting excitedly.

"The divine power is glorious, and there is nothing it cannot do—" the people in the quarantine area responded loudly and bowed down in worship to the golden statue.

The others in the temple square hesitated for a moment before they all knelt down.

At that time, the sounds of praise and prayers were heard continuously.

Lao Mo was completely confused at this moment. He looked at Ai Wanxin and then at the golden statue. Who was the real goddess?

He wanted to kneel but didn't dare. He lowered his body with his legs half bent and his head buried in his chest, hoping that no one would notice him.

"What's going on?" Qin Tianlang asked in a low voice beside Sheng Xiuming.

Sheng Xiuming turned off the loudspeaker and looked around the temple square with satisfaction.

"I said all sacrifices and dedications are temporary, but you didn't believe me."

In fact, their current recovery is only temporary. The witch used the vitality she had absorbed before to temporarily restore them to their original state.

If you want to get well forever, you need to start the resurrection ceremony and use these sacrifices to exchange for an eternally healthy body.

But there is no need for this fool to know too much about these things.

His flickering eyes paused when he saw the three people standing tall in the center of the square.

In addition to the people brought by Qin Tianlang and the two suspicious men in the quarantine area, there were actually people who wanted to cause trouble.

There were three people with their heads and faces covered in cloaks and scarves. The huge head of the Golden Holy Elephant turned towards them, and Ai Wanxin's figure was reflected in its ruby ​​eyes.

In the Temple of Resurrection, Lilith, who was leaning against the golden basin out of boredom, giggled.

"I found you, little girl~"

The sound of the golden statue, like a bell, rang above everyone's head.

"Why don't you kneel?"

Yin Yanhan and Tuoba Qing turned around, their eyes met Ai Wanxin's, and they immediately walked towards her.

"Because." Ai Wanxin raised her head and looked directly into the eyes of the golden statue.

Pei Junlin moved his hands slightly, and the howling cold wind on the top of the mountain stopped suddenly.

"I am the true resurrected goddess. How could I kneel to a false god like you?"

Her clear and firm voice was carried by the breeze to every corner of the temple square, and even those stranded on the mountain path could hear her deafening questioning.

“Roar——” Like water in an oil pan, the Temple Square suddenly began to boil.

"False God? What false god?"

"The goddess just displayed her power, and everyone saw it with their own eyes. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't talk nonsense here. If you make the goddess unhappy and she abandons us, you will be a sinner to all mankind!"

Ai Wanxin was not moved at all, standing like a sharp blade out of its sheath amid the noisy crowd.

Tuoba Qiong walked up quickly and shouted coldly, "Kneel down, everyone."

A heavy pressure suddenly appeared on everyone's shoulders. They had originally stretched their necks, wanting to see who this woman was who shamelessly denounced the holy icon as a false god. But now they were pressed tightly to the ground by an invisible pressure and could not move at all.

On the steps, Sheng Xiuming couldn't help but sneer.

"You said you are the real goddess of resurrection. You can bring back the dead, turn bones into flesh, regenerate broken limbs, and resurrect the dead. Nothing is beyond the power of God. So what can you do?"

A magic circle emitting soft white light appeared in the air behind Ai Wanxin.

The lines of the magic circle are complex, and symbols that no one can recognize flow slowly on it, like stars moving along a star track.

"If you must ask." Ai Wanxin looked at him calmly.

"Every piece."