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After he finished speaking, he turned his head lightly, stroking the cup with his fingers: "The destiny of mankind can only be controlled by mankind itself. How far we can go is determined by heaven, and where we can go is determined by man. It is determined by heaven and man, but not by God."

"When this clan was about to die, it was Wu Zhi who came to their aid," Hao Yu said in a faint voice, as if he was recalling something from long ago. "But this clan still has life left, Wu Zhi just helped them hold on to it, which can be considered in accordance with the will of heaven..."

"What happens next?" Song Guicheng asked, putting down his wine glass.

However, Haoyu seemed to be tired. He waved his hand and Song Guicheng was asked to leave the yard in an instant. He was surrounded by rocks and trees. He could only hear the tail end of Haoyu's voice: "Don't come out at night."

Song Guicheng had no choice but to leave. He looked around and walked along one of the roads based on his memory. The roads here were too similar, like a maze. Song Guicheng had to think for a long time every time he reached a fork in the road.

Fortunately, he saw Cangmu sitting on the stone steps braiding her hair in a small courtyard, and Cangmu took him back. The little girl had already changed into the clothes that Song Guicheng had helped her to change, and her whole spirit was lifted.

Before Cangmu left, Song Guicheng helped her braid her hair again. He was very familiar with this since he usually took care of Xiaohua. He skillfully braided the little girl's hair into a princess's bun. The braided hair fell behind her head, and a white ribbon shuttled through her black hair.

The little girl looked in the mirror, her big round eyes smiling like crescent moons. She controlled her excitement and said, "Thank you, brother!"

Song Guicheng tightened her hairband and touched her head: "You're welcome."

After sending the little girl away, Song Guicheng prepared to take a bath in the small room next door.

Before leaving, Cangmu leaned over the door frame and stuck his head out, and warned Song Guicheng seriously: "Brother, don't go out at night! Monsters are very active here at night, and you will be caught if you go out!"

After saying that, she skipped away, her long hair swinging left and right behind her. After spending half a day together, she had lost her initial nervousness and shyness, and her lively nature as a child was revealed.

Song Guicheng could see Cangmu's satisfaction from her back, and his eyebrows softened unconsciously.

The long journey and mental stress made Song Guicheng exhausted. He immersed his entire body in the wooden barrel, letting the heat flow through his body and falling into a brief peace.

The only sound in the quiet air was Song Guicheng's breathing. He let his mind go, but uncontrollably began to think about what Gao Yu had said.

The duty of gods is to maintain the operation of order, not to interfere in the fate of any party.

This sentence is easy to understand. The world maintains a balance under the polishing of time and various forces. If a powerful force intervenes in a certain party for its own selfish desires and adds weight to that party, this balance will be broken and the world will be in chaos. After all, if the gods do not move, it will be fine, but if they do, there will be large casualties.

There is a basis for the saying that when gods fall in love, the three realms fall into chaos. Once gods act recklessly for their own selfish desires, the consequences will be much more serious than those caused by humans.

So what Hao Yu meant was that Wu Zhi had interfered with his fate?

Song Guicheng looked at his body, almost examining every inch of his muscles. They were still so ordinary, without any wonder or uniqueness.

So what was his original destiny?

Song Guicheng suddenly didn’t dare to think about it. He didn’t dare to think about what he should have experienced, and he didn’t dare to think about what Wu Zhi had changed for him.

He buried his head in the water and felt the sound of his closed eardrums beating.

No matter what the past was like, it was like flowing water, and could not be retrieved. He was now on the road to the future. Wu Zhi was still waiting for him, waiting for him to break the dream and wake up the gods.

Song Guicheng walked out of the water, water drops continuously sliding down his tight and flexible muscles. He looked at the skirt in his hands and fell into a mysterious silence.

He asked Cangmu to help him find a set of clothes. It seemed that the only clothes here were the same style as the one worn by Gao Yu, and even the patterns were exactly the same.

He took a deep breath and finally put it on. What else could he do if he didn't wear it? Would he be naked? He might as well wear a skirt.

However, this skirt strengthened his determination to make the clothes quickly, otherwise Hao Yu would probably let him wear this one to climb the mountain.

He washed his clothes and hung them on the hanger. When he checked his pockets, he found that his cell phone and the piece of paper with the altar drawing on it were in his pockets.

This was an unexpected surprise.

Song Guicheng quickly opened his mobile phone to check and found that the phone only retained a few of the most original functions. However, he could not make calls and there was no signal. After all, there were no signal towers in this world.

But being able to take photos and play stand-alone games is already a surprise.

The paper had some wrinkles, but the pattern on it was not damaged. Song Guicheng thought for a moment and drew a few new ones. He became more and more proficient in writing the symbols on it and found that they were indeed in the same font as the one on Laqi Ni Daiyana.

This means that it can be cracked. Song Guicheng was excited and carefully flattened a few pieces of paper and placed them under the tray.

Outside the window, the night had swallowed up the day without anyone noticing, and it was pitch black outside. Fortunately, the sculpture outside the house still had some light left, while the darkness outside the yard was very depressing, weighing down everything and bringing some unusual meaning.

Song Guicheng kept in mind the instructions of Haoyu and Cangmu, locked the door tightly, and got into bed.

In horror movies, the protagonist is the one who keeps committing suicide and escaping death again and again. He has always known that he is definitely not the protagonist. Who would deserve such treatment?

With this thought in mind, Song Guicheng gradually fell asleep.

There were no strange sounds at night and it was unusually quiet, but in the middle of the night, he still woke up uncontrollably.

Something was lurking in the dark, watching him.