After entering the infinite game, the full-level boss pretends to be new again

Chapter 326 God’s Prayer [4]

Yan Qing stood in front of the door, she walked forward silently, the girl who brought her over closed the door tightly, and there was a muffled creaking sound when the door closed behind her.

The girl was wearing a holy white gauze dress, and her hair, which was still stained with water vapor, was hanging down her side. She didn't do any other hairstyles, and her black hair was all loose. She walked barefoot on the ground, with a soft carpet under her feet. The fire in the house was burning hot enough, and it didn't feel cold.

Yan Qing walked forward slowly. The white veil skirt on her body had no decorations. The skirt reached to her ankles. It was a bit too long for her current body. She could only slow down her steps to avoid step on the hem of the skirt.

Sitting in front of the girl was a middle-aged man with a smile on his face, looking up at the little girl in front of him as if looking at a cornucopia.

Yan Qing stood still two or three meters away from the middle-aged man.

"I heard that your name is Yan Qing, right?" The middle-aged man didn't care that the girl was wary of him, and asked with a smile on his face.

Yan Qing was not sure what this man was going to do, so he nodded slightly.

"I don't care who gave you this name before, from now on, forget it." The middle-aged man's tone remained unchanged, with a bit of unquestionable coldness in his slow and gentle tone: "You don't have a name, you The only brand imprinted on my body is the sacrifice my secret city made to the temple."

offerings.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, and her tone was almost without any ups and downs, as if she was saying a very ordinary sentence: "So, will I die?"

"After you enter the temple, you can get the qualification to become a saint." The middle-aged man answered irrelevantly: "If you really get the qualification to become a saint, you can get everything you want, power, money, and supreme glory .”

The middle-aged man chuckled and lowered his voice a little.

"Even...replacing God."

Yan Qing snorted when she heard the words, she tugged at the white gauze skirt on her body, "What if I don't want to?"

"You have no right to choose." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at her, "From the moment you were brought here, all your past memories have been wiped away, and the only thing you have to do is represent the mysterious city to become a temple sacrifice."

Yan Qing didn't make a sound, she was thoughtful.

It's been a while since I came to this dungeon, but the synopsis has never ended, and she didn't see any other players here, she's the only one here.

So is there a possibility that all the players are scattered, everyone is in different cities, and the temple that this middle-aged man talks about is their meeting point.

Yan Qing paused, and she slowly stretched out her hands to twist up the sides of the skirt, lowered her head slightly, and made a gesture of salute.

"I see." Yan Qing raised her eyes slowly, the expression on her face unchanged: "Then if I agree to be a sacrifice, will the others be useless?"

The middle-aged man laughed, "You want to let them go?"

"No." The girl shook her head slowly, she slowly looked at her hands, a pair of clean and white hands, she slowly clenched them into fists, and raised her eyes casually: "Those people are useless, just Leave it to me to handle it."

Yan Qing licked his lips.

"I've always been curious...how can people with only flesh and blood survive? They don't look like human beings at all."

The middle-aged man said: "They won't live long, useless people will naturally be eliminated."

Yan Qing raised his eyes: "Then what happened to me? What are your selection criteria?"

The middle-aged man seemed to think for a while.

The fire in the room was still burning, making a slight crackling sound.

The little girl in a white dress stood barefoot in the room, from the beginning to the end, she did not show a trace of timidity.

After half a sound.

The middle-aged man said slowly——

"Those liquids used to select sacrifices are made by diluting the tears of the gods countless times, but for ordinary people, they still have huge lethality. They will peel off the human shell to reveal the flesh and blood wrapped inside. .”

"There are very few people who can stay awake in the tears of the gods. There has never been someone as unscathed as you. Most of the previous sacrifices have the same characteristic, that is, extreme emotions."

The middle-aged man paused when he said this, as if he was looking at the fair and clean little girl in front of him. The child in a holy white dress was like an angel descending from the sky, with a decent smile on his face from beginning to end.

He thought for a moment.

"Your words……"

"Probably extreme indifference."

……

……

The night before he was about to be sent to the temple, Yan Qing stuffed all the children who were still alive into the van.

She put talisman papers on the front seat and trunk of the car, and put a piece of talisman paper in each child's hand, with the direction and location of their home written on it.

"Go forward, don't look back." Yan Qing said softly, "Don't come back again."

Yan Qing asked the middle-aged man for these children, and did not allow anyone else to approach, and the people under surveillance only watched from a distance, and the shrill screams of children would be heard in the room tomorrow.

Everyone felt that Yan Qing killed these people.

On another snowy night, just like when everyone was brought here, it snowed a lot.

It was bitingly cold outside, but the trunk, which carried all the children's fears, was very warm. Yan Qing put charms on all sides to block the gaps, leaving only a little ventilation hole, and a light was installed on the back, which is not a big deal A bright lamp, dim yellow light with inexplicable warmth.

After being labeled as a sacrificial offering, Yan Qing's clothes only consisted of various white skirts, and she changed her clothes very frequently. Almost every day when she walked out of the children's room, the hem of her skirts would be stained red with blood.

A little girl pulled Yanqing's skirt timidly, "What about you? Won't you come with us?"

Yan Qing lowered her head, she smiled, "I can't go."

She has other things to do.

There are people I want to meet.

These days she slowly heals the little ones with the added healing effects of the vines, asking them to cry and scream at a time.

Otherwise, no one would believe that she was an out-and-out villain.

Yan Qing jumped out of the trunk, looked at the children in the car in front of her, slowly lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Good night."

The car door was slowly closed.

She stood in the cold, windy and snowy night, watching the truck gradually go away and disappear from sight.

The girl turned her head slowly and walked into the night alone.

(End of this chapter)