The plan to pretend to be a ghost is much smoother than Lao Jiang imagined.

He dressed up and appeared from the darkness. Without even saying a word, the disabled people in front of him took the initiative to kneel down.

Under the scolding of the old man, the young disabled people behind him also knelt all over the ground with fear and excitement, and the women didn't even dare to look up at Lao Jiang.

It seems that even looking directly at the "god" is a sin.

The children were even more frightened by the scene in front of them so hard that they dared not speak.

One by one, under the protection of their mothers, they also bowed to the legendary gods.

Boss Jiang's chip has downloaded the parsed language data packets belonging to the disabled. He can understand the old man's call, but he doesn't like this method in front of him.

He never asks his subordinates to express his feelings or loyalty in this way.

This is meaningless except to satisfy certain personal desire for power.

So the next moment, Lao Jiang waved the whisk expressionlessly. He said to the people in front of him with a round and straight voice:

"We should not meet a thousand years later. How proud are you, why are your ancestors so cowardly? Get up! Don't kneel down."

This rebuke was filled with spiritual energy, like a war drum pounding in his ears.

The disabled people widened their eyes, and then turned their spiritual energy, dragging their bodies to stand.

In their eyes, such means were tantamount to magic or divine power. Including the old man, everyone seemed to feel the "majesty" of the gods.

They stood up in unison, lowered their heads, and maintained their respect. The ideas of these disabled people who have survived thousands of years of suffering in their faith are actually easy to understand.

All their ideas come from a basic understanding.

That is the supreme gods.

If the gods do not allow them to kneel down, then they will not kneel down to anyone in the future.

"Swish"

Lao Jiang, who was suspended in the air, used his magical powers to appear in the storage room of the glass cabin while his figure flashed. This scene caused whispers from several disabled people.

They once again saw the "magnificent power" of the gods.

The excitement and respect in my eyes almost overflowed, and my knees were shaking, but I couldn't kneel!

The god said, no.

"The others are going to do their own things, you, stay here, I want to ask you a few questions."

Lao Jiang hung in the air, shook the whisk, and gave a few instructions to the person in front of him. The men and women immediately dispersed, although they didn't know what they had to do.

But he still obediently dispersed according to the previous activity method. The man went to patrol and the woman took care of the children, and the "relaxation" that should have began to continue.

Seeing a man and a woman walking into the compartment next to her, and closing the door even though she knew how to make Lao Jiang's eyes twitch. These guys were really straightforward.

The four children also returned to the sofa and continued to watch the animation in front of them, but after all, they were children, and their thinking was not as rigid as their parents.

So when watching the animation, several children always look at the "gods".

They saw the gods take a beautiful orb from their waists.

The next moment, clouds and mist rose, covering like a cover. In the blink of an eye, this large glass house turned into a jungle with birds singing and flowers singing in the air.

There were beautiful butterflies they had never seen before, flying around the four children, and immediately attracted their attention, and the children giggled and chased the butterflies.

The disabled men and women looked at the miracle of "changing the world" in front of them with a dull look on their faces, looking at the bright sky, the earth, and the extremely real forest and lake.

They also praised the great power of the gods in their hearts.

But this is just a small illusion created by Lao Jiang with mirage beads. If Shi Yan was here, she would definitely comment disdainfully that this illusion was too bad, but it would be better to pretend to be a god.

Above the clouds of the illusion, Lao Jiang made two chairs made of clouds, sat on them himself, and pointed to the other one to the disabled old man who was holding the stone slab in front of him.

The latter sat half of his butt on it with a hint of excitement, waiting for the gods to ask questions at any time.

"I am not your god, I am just the descendant of the stars who came to help the power of your ancestors in that war of destruction. I ask you, when did the Ragnarok happen in your history?"

Lao Jiang did not waste his time, so he asked straight to the topic.

The old man touched the stone slab in his arms, and then said in a shameful tone:

"Dear god, I...I can't answer the exact time. My grandfather had personally experienced the twilight of Ragnarok, and he survived the malice of monsters destroying the world.

He told my father that those monsters not only destroyed the world, but also destroyed time, and it was difficult for us to record accurate days.

But according to the stone slabs left by my father, that terrible war should have happened a thousand years ago, maybe one thousand five hundred years, or one thousand three hundred years...

As for your identity, when I saw your outfit, I already knew that my grandfather left a remark that must be passed down. He said that the gods outside the domain are also gods.

We must respect you as we respect our own gods.

He also said that in the end of Ragnarok, he had seen the gods outside the realm control the divine beasts and descend from the stars, and they came with redemption.

When our world is about to collapse, they are extending a helping hand to our gods.

In that terrible world-destruction war, the gods outside the domain opened the door of light to their kingdom of gods.

They cannot save our world.

But they can maintain the inheritance of our civilization.”

During Lao Jiang's listening, he almost didn't need to ask too much. The old man in front of him said everything he knew in full.

It must be the exaggeration of the story of mortals when celebrating gods.

But according to his statement, after the Doomsday, they only passed on two generations, so these statements should not be too ridiculous.

He stroked the stone slabs passed down by his grandfather in his hand and said to Lao Jiang with great respect:

"The gods among the stars outside the realm are kind, and they send powerful god warriors, on the front line, in the sky, and in hell to help our warriors with the fallen demons.

In the most magnificent temple built by our ancestors for our gods, they sent every mortal or god descendant who could reach there from the end of the world.

But not everyone can get redemption under the end of the world.

Only those who respect our gods, who are pure in their hearts and have not done evil things are qualified to set foot on our holy mountain and be qualified to be saved.

The gods are kind.

They hoped to save everyone in disaster, but the fallen demons were too powerful. They tore the sky apart, destroy the earth, and trapped many evacuated innocent people on the battlefield.

Even if it is a god, there is no way to save everyone.

But the compassionate gods also promised that after the end of Ragnarok, our world will usher in an era of mortals, and my grandfather has seen the last war."

The old man took a deep breath, recalling the memories he had passed down from his father, and said in a solemn and low tone:

"The good are allowed to enter the kingdom of God outside the territory and enjoy the prosperity of all ages. The brave men followed the gods into the battlefield and their bodies were destroyed, but their souls were sublimated and integrated with the gods.

The gods use their pure bodies to block the last mortals who are not kind enough and brave enough. Even under the end of the end, they have not given up on us.

With the great power of Genesis, they turned into divine power to destroy darkness, and at the cost of the magic power of the whole world, they exiled the demons that rushed out of the abyss to the scorching judgment like the sun.

They sacrificed themselves and brought us an era of mortality.

But we are guilty.”

The old man sighed, he stroked his chest and felt the beating of his heart, he said:

"We are not kind enough, lack courage, and have less wisdom to be inspired by God. In the years after the gods and demons died together, we also ushered in our own judgment.

Under the guidance of the initial prophets, only those who truly repent of their original sin can survive the fourth level of judgment.

At first it was famine, the world became deserted, and the originally fertile land was unwilling to give us any more gifts, and many people died in the midst of their inability to eat.

Then there is war, and the tortured arrogant people run on the red earth.

They were unwilling to admit their original sins and even curse the gods. They destroyed the temple and, driven by desire, killed each other with the weapons left by their ancestors.

So, the death of the third trial also came.

It was a chaotic era, which lasted for hundreds of years.

And the last retrial.

It's ignorant..."

As Lao Jiang was watching, the old man insulted cried out. He stroked the stone slab in his hand and sobbed:

"The chaos of war has caused us to forget the nobleness of our ancestors, and the cruel habits have caused us to abandon our only wisdom, and all temples have been destroyed and used as fortresses of war.

The prophets who inherited wisdom died in the war of the arrogant, and when we woke up in the ruins, we could no longer recognize these words.

While disasters torture our bodies, darkness also envelops our hearts.

History has also become a word of mouth myth, wisdom has become a rare thing, we are still as handsome as our ancestors, but our hearts are already overgrown with weeds.

We can only pick up some broken bricks and tiles from the remains of the past and soothe the soul with the remaining soups of past civilizations.

It is like a fool running on a dark beach, treating every shell that rushed from the ocean of history as a trivial memory of the sacred past.

We are guilty.

The merciful gods forgive us.

But this sin is with me, my grandfather's generation told us that as long as we redeem our original sin, a god will come again.
To be continued...