After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

The crack was so eye-catching that Yang Yi was completely attracted the moment he saw it.

It exudes a creepy attraction, as if behind the crack is her destination, her true hometown, and her lifelong pursuit; this world is so disgusting, so disappointing, so boring and empty, this world is not worth lingering on , go back, go back behind the crack, only there can give you true peace, true peace, and eternal satisfaction for your always wandering heart...

The crack called to her, and she couldn't help but approach slowly.

Invisible suction emanates from the periphery of the crack, making the skin numb.

She smelled a surge of vitality, and she tasted the invisible power filling her body, skin, bones, and muscles; she heard vague chanting reaching her eardrums. The chanting was so fanatical, yet orderly, and they were Sing an unknown hymn or sacred song; someone presents her with a carefully prepared gift, just waiting for her to open, taste, and appreciate...

When she was about to step into the crack, a voice that had not appeared in her mind for a long time suddenly said: 'So, you have decided? '

Yang Yi suddenly woke up and found that one of her feet had been raised, and the crack was right in front of her nose. The invisible force distorted the space. Her vision was blurred and she could not see what was inside the crack.

Struggling to give up the strong attraction, she slowly retracted her feet.

Until this moment, she felt the unevenness under her feet. When she looked down, she saw the hands of a 5-6 year old boy. He was kneeling on the ground, with his hands stretched forward, and a peaceful smile that was inappropriate for his age on his face, as if he could kneel on the ground. Here, it is already a great honor.

Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but take a step back, his back almost leaning on the crack.

Looking up and looking around, hundreds of corpses were kneeling on the ground with her as the center, as if worshiping her.

There is a vague voice that keeps repeating and praying: Let’s revel in the doomsday, we will eventually usher in the Lord’s coming. The door of hell is open, chaos, evil, and killing emerge from it. The Lord saves His people from the evil world. , we will obtain eternal life in His kingdom of heaven...

Her breathing stopped and her whole body felt cold.

She used her mind power to seal her ears, but the prayer sound was not a sound wave, but invisible mental pollution, which was transmitted directly to her brain.

Even though she covered her ears tightly, countless voices continued to confess in her ears: Lord, forgive my sins, forgive your people...

The sound became louder and louder, gradually roaring, as if countless people were praying to her, all kinds of people's desires, pain, fear, arrogance, jealousy, rage, greed, violence, lust, all the negative emotions that humans can experience , forming a torrent, washing through her mind.

The brain is like a piece of tofu thrown into a blender, and is blended into pieces in a blink of an eye. Yang Yi held his head in pain and bent over.

No more prayers! Stop repenting!

She wanted to shout, but her brain was shocked and confused, and she could not form rational thoughts.

Before her consciousness completely faded, an unreasonable impulse prompted her to speak, and she murmured to herself: "Yes, I forgive you!"

All sounds stopped instantly.

Yang Yi slowly stood up and looked at the hundreds of kneeling corpses on the ground again, feeling only confused and cold in his heart.

Her lips wriggled a few times, and her hands trembled and she squeezed them tightly.

"Why?" she asked.

No one answered, only the lingering gray-white mist condensed again, gradually covering the tragic scene on the ground.

The mist surrounded her, trapping her in front of the crack. She could no longer see the large body of corpses under her feet, but this did not give her peace of mind. She felt that there were countless hands reaching out to her in the air.

The withered little hand in front of the toes should be young and tender, holding toys or snacks, not shriveled with only skin and bones left.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and stepped into the crack without hesitation.

She was fully prepared, using her mind power to protect her whole body, even cutting off the air, and was prepared to face all attacks and terrors.

But the scene in front of her still shocked her heart greatly, followed by boundless anger.

Everything behind the crack is dark and gloomy. In the distance are black rotten trees, their branches desperately stretching towards the gray sky. The dry and dead land under the trees exudes an ominous atmosphere.

On a rugged ground, there was a circular altar.

Many human corpses were piled all around the altar.

If hundreds of corpses outside are scary enough, then the shock and panic caused by thousands of corpses is enough to make people feel huge fear, confusion and absurdity.

People were piled on the ground like sacrificed cattle and sheep. If the death outside was still orderly, then the death here was crazy, intoxicated, and full of an extremely absurd fanaticism.

The expressions of all the corpses were as if they had seen what they most longed for in life, the happiest scene, the biggest dream, and the most loyal belief. Their bodies were prostrate and crowded, with their arms stretched forward, their necks raised, and their eyes wide open. He looked fanatical and was still struggling to crawl forward at the moment before his death.

Their faces are old, their hair is dry, and their bodies are as shriveled as zombies that have dried up in the desert, as if all their vitality has been sucked out by some existence. And they all had satisfied smiles on their faces, as if being able to sacrifice for a certain existence was the greatest honor in life.

You are next to me, I am next to you, thousands of people are crowding around, thousands of pairs of arms are stretched forward, like tombstones on a mass grave.

The smell of death was so strong that it hit Yang Yi's heart like a bullet. Her heart tightened and her blood became cold.

What makes people want to get closer even if they lose their lives is a circular altar.

The altar had been deliberately cleaned, but it still had an air of staleness. It doesn't look big, but it feels extremely grand. There are no statues on it, just a heavy high-backed stone chair with armrests on both sides.

The stone chair is carved with strange patterns and strange characters. As long as you stare at it for a while, you will feel dizzy. If you think about it carefully, you can't remember any patterns or characters.

In a trance, Yang Yi seemed to see an invisible god sitting on the stone chair. He was high above, looking down at the world. He could see through the deepest parts of people's hearts, including loneliness, anger, incompetence, inferiority, jealousy, and all kinds of other things. Despicable desires.

Anyone in His presence is as naked as a newborn baby. They may feel embarrassed, ashamed, and regretful at first, but then they can't help but feel a kind of fanatical joy, feeling happy and satisfied from the bottom of their hearts, as if they have been forgiven and qualified to enter heaven.

All people's emotions and even vitality are transformed into traces of invisible energy and integrated into the stone chair, making the stone chair appear more mysterious and majestic.

Yang Yi's expression slowly changed, from anger to tranquility, then to joy, and gradually revealed a hint of crazy desire. She couldn't help but walk forward, past the piles of corpses, and came to the altar.

She saw a ball of extremely refined energy suspended on the stone chair, composed of the purest vitality in the world. When she saw that ball of energy, extreme hunger surged through her body. This hunger came suddenly. She bent her legs and was almost knocked to the ground by the strong feeling.

This is not hunger caused by lack of food in the stomach, but from extreme poverty in the soul and spirit.

Almost at the moment when she fell into hunger, the quintessence of energy on the stone chair suddenly felt something, and it began to exude an alluring fragrance. This fragrance was captivating. She couldn't tell what the fragrance was, but it was enough to make Yang Yi Qing Losing one's mind at the moment.

Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!

Eat it and this soul-deep hunger will disappear!

She wanted to abandon her reason and pounce on the energy like a wild beast pounces on a lamb.

The last trace of her sanity was about to be captured. She hesitated to retreat with one foot, and moved forward persistently with the other foot, with her body in a weird posture.

She couldn't help but reach out her hands to touch the altar, touch the quintessence of energy that could free her from hunger, and touch what she really wanted in her heart...

"Yang Yi, don't touch the altar..."

A weak call reached his eardrums, waking Yang Yi up.

She pulled out a trace of reason and turned around to look, and saw five people crawling on the edge farthest from the altar. What was different from the other corpses was that all the corpses on the ground had their heads facing the altar, but these five people were on the opposite side, with their heads facing the crack. direction, struggling desperately to stay away.

But they seemed to have been drained of all their strength, and they were squirming on the ground, moving one step at a time. Sometimes some people fall into an inexplicable frenzy and turn around to go back to the altar, only to be severely beaten awake by their companions next to them.

The person calling her at this moment was a familiar face. Yang Yi had read his information before coming here. Daniel Davis was a B-class electrically controlled awakener from Aka Country.

Yang Yi looked at the others, and their faces corresponded to the information one by one: Helen Baker, a C-level temperature control awakener from Akha, Hamid Ansari, a B-level temperature controller from India, and Jane, a B-level spiritual awakener from Canada. ·York, and the first group of Gabe Silva who was never heard from again after entering the foggy town.

"Don't get close to the altar. It can absorb people's life force. If you get close, you will be sucked into a mummy..." Daniel Davis shouted.

He looked extremely tired, and when he saw Gabe Silva next to him showing a drunken expression again, he couldn't help but slap him hard on his swollen face, waking him up again.

Yang Yi used the greatest willpower in his life to temporarily suppress his hunger. He turned around with difficulty and no longer looked at the energy ball on the stone chair, but turned and walked towards them.

The five of them watched her walking step by step, her steps steady, with a look of shock on her face, and even the look of intoxication was much lessened.

Until Yang Yi walked up to them, Helen Baker couldn't believe it: "You are not affected by the altar?"

"No, I'm holding back." Yang Yi's tone was calm, and no one noticed the desire she was holding back.

Looking at the exhausted five people, Yang Yi asked: "What happened here?"

"Take us away quickly, it's dangerous here!" Daniel Davis grabbed Yang Yi's arm.

"Papa, papa, papa -" Several crisp claps rang out in this silent alien space, making people feel goosebumps out of thin air.

Footsteps sounded in the dark dark forest in the distance, and the five people looked over as if facing a formidable enemy.

Accompanied by applause, a man slowly walked out of the black forest with a sincere smile on his face: "I really admire your courage and ability to persist in front of the altar of the Lord for so long."

Wade Davis.

He looked at Yang Yi with a gentlemanly and polite smile: "Miss Yang Yi, we said goodbye last time at the United Nations. We haven't seen each other for a while. I still miss Miss Yang!"

Yang Yi didn't speak, but with his thoughts together, an invisible force rushed towards him.