The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Qin Tianlang carried his aunt on his back and strode up the mountain.

The crowds also resumed their flow.

Lao Mo watched as Triangle Eyes made up an excuse and ran into the narrow alley. He approached Ai Wanxin and whispered, "I'm afraid he's going to tell on us."

Ai Wanxin said coldly: "Let him go to the King of Hell to tell on him."

There seemed to be a breeze blowing past Lao Mo, and he shuddered. Knowing that the ghost knight had followed him, he could not help swallowing his saliva, and shrank aside, not daring to make a sound.

Several people wrapped in scarves walked past Ai Wanxin with their heads lowered.

The person in the lead also had a strong smell of blood under his scarf, and Ai Wanxin couldn't help but look over there.

The man raised his eyes and looked at her for a moment.

Since she knew Qin Tianlang was here, Ai Wanxin easily recognized him at a glance. It was the woman named Sister Ying.

How come she was injured?

Zhuo Lingying lowered his head and walked forward without stopping.

After she understood their attire, several more people with their heads and faces wrapped walked past her.

But there was no smell of blood on them.

She stood there for less than a minute before Jing came back. He gently hooked Ai Wanxin's little finger to tell her where she was, and whispered, "It's not very delicious."

His voice was very soft, but it was loud enough for Lao Mo who was standing nearby to hear. Lao Mo was so frightened that his legs were shaking and he couldn't move his legs at all.

Real leather...

Ai Wanxin withdrew her fingers with a bit of amusement, looked at Qin Tianlang's back in front of her, and said, "Let's go and see what they are going to do."

Ai Wanxin followed the crowd and climbed to the top of Lingdian Mountain along the mountain road she had just walked a few hours ago. At this time, the open temple square was already crowded with people.

She stood in the middle of the crowd, the people in front of her were blocked by Lao Mo, and the people behind her were blocked by the hidden scenery. Plus, she was tall, so at a glance, her field of vision was very wide.

Ai Wanxin scanned the entire place with her sharp eyes and estimated that there were at least several thousand people standing here.

In the front right near the temple, she saw Qin Tianlang and his group. They stood not far from the temple, probably to make it easier for them to launch an attack later.

After she moved her eyes away from them, she spotted a tall and majestic figure not far in front of her.

The man was wearing a large dark red scarf that covered his head, face and upper body tightly, but because he was too tall and his shoulders were broad, he stood out among the women.

Ai Wanxin tilted her head in confusion. Why did this figure look so familiar?

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too intense, but the man seemed to sense something and turned around, revealing a pair of beautiful sapphire eyes on his scarf-covered face.

When their eyes met, Ai Wanxin almost laughed out loud.

Pei Junlin opened his eyes slightly, moved his body, and forced himself not to use his supernatural powers. Instead, he lowered his head, squeezed through the crowd and moved closer to her.

Lao Mo pushed him in the chest and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing? Don't push in here."

The push felt wrong, and Lao Mo looked up and saw that the figure was obviously not a woman!

He opened his mouth to scream, but held it back. He turned around and looked at Ai Wanxin, waiting for her instructions.

Ai Wanxin shook her head, and he withdrew his hand and let the tall "woman" come over.

Pei Junlin took a step closer, his eyes suddenly flickered, and he pulled Ai Wanxin to his side: "Who's there?"

Ai Wanxin patted the back of his hand, signaling him that it was okay: "It's Jing."

A light laugh came from an invisible place: "See you again, brother~"

Pei Junlin lowered his head, looked at her with eyes full of smiles, and said a little aggrievedly: "Why is he here?"

Jing rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

It turns out I'm not the only one who can act like a spoiled child...

"They came to play with me." Ai Wanxin said casually, "What about them?"

Pei Junlin turned his head, and Ai Wanxin followed his line of sight and easily saw another tall figure wrapped in a gray scarf.

The man's scarf was not wrapped very well, and his stiff short hair stuck out from the gap. At this moment, his head was turning like a radar, scanning the entire scene.

He Yang's eyes swept over her and then turned back suddenly.

His narrow eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately pushed aside the people around him and walked quickly towards her.

"What else?" Ai Wanxin looked at He Yang who was trudging along with a smile, but she was talking to Pei Junlin beside her.

Pei Junlin leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Brother Han and Red Hair said they didn’t find the big scarf. I think they are lying.”

"They are mixed in with the people in the quarantine area."

Pei Junlin pointed in the distance and saw a group of people with extremely ragged clothes standing at the front of the crowd.

Even though the temple square was already crowded, there was still a considerable distance between the outermost part of the group, and the others refused to get close to them no matter what.

Ai Wanxin easily found the two tallest people in the crowd, who were Yin Yanhan and Tuoba Qing. However, the two were ten meters away from each other, so no one would think that they knew each other.

"Why are you here? Didn't we say that we would meet at the small building in the new city in three days?" Ai Wanxin asked.

Pei Junlin looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "How could we let you take risks alone, baby."

"And I also want to see how you will deal with these guys who are pretending to be ghosts."

"I'll take care of them in a moment." Ai Wanxin nodded, "But there might be a little hiccup."

On the stone steps of the temple, Sheng Xiuming sat upright in a wheelchair, his pale hands folded in front of his abdomen.

His eyes swept through the crowded crowd below the stage, but did not fall on any specific person.

To him, these people were just sacrifices for him to stand up and walk again.

Who cares what the sacrifice looks like?

The guards who were maintaining order were sweating profusely. One of them trotted over to Sheng Xiuming, knelt on one knee and said, "City Lord, the Temple Square is almost full."

Sheng Xiuming tilted his head slightly, with a hint of annoyance in his tone: "Is that enough?"

"Try it~" A frivolous and lazy female voice came from the shadows inside the temple.

When the guard heard the voice of the "Resurrected Goddess" for the first time, he trembled with excitement, but he didn't dare to look up.

Sheng Xiuming waved his hand and asked him to go down. The guard then stood up and backed up to his position.

Sheng Xiuming controlled the electric wheelchair and moved it forward until it reached the edge of the stone steps.

He turned on the in-ear speaker, and a cold voice slowly rang out.

"Residents of Frost City, more than two months ago, continuous torrential rains destroyed our homes. The horrific plague that followed also took away our relatives, lovers, and children, leaving us fleeing to the abandoned old city like stray dogs."

"The old city is like an isolated island, having lost all contact with human civilization. We have not received any rescue from the government or the army, and can only wait in despair for the day when our lives will end."

"Just when I had lost hope of survival, the Ancient God sent down a merciful oracle."

"The oracle shows us the only way out: as long as we serve the goddess of resurrection devoutly, she will return everything we have lost to us."

"The miracle is right before our eyes. The Resurrection Temple that rose from the ground overnight and the incomparably beautiful statue of the goddess all show the glorious power of the Resurrection Goddess."

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

As Sheng Xiuming's words lingered, heavy footsteps were heard from deep within the temple. A huge golden arm climbed onto the temple door, and a moving golden statue crouched down and poked its head out of the temple.