Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

With such curiosity, Fu Sheng continued to look back.

Finally, after watching for another stick of incense, the mural finally showed the scene of the God Lord holding his life-definition magic weapon.

After killing one demon after another, the God walked to the center of the battlefield alone, then knelt on the ground and dug out a glowing object from the soil.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng was very excited and grabbed Yan Su's hand and said, "Here it comes!"

She immediately continued reading.

However, when he saw the next scene of the God Lord digging out his own magic weapon, the excited expression froze on his face.

As a result, the hand holding Yan Su's hand also unconsciously loosened.

"This... this is..." Fu Sheng felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet to her brain, causing even her voice to tremble.

Even Yan Su's pupils shrank the moment he saw the appearance of his life-saving magic weapon.

Because the appearance of that magical instrument was actually——

A chessboard.

Fu Sheng felt that she couldn't breathe for a moment, and her legs felt a little weak. She reached out to support Yan Su: "Coincidence, right? This shouldn't be the same chessboard as his... right?"

It’s really not Fu Sheng’s overthinking.

But now, whenever the chessboard is mentioned, the first person Fu Sheng thinks of is the man in white robe next to Jun Wuchi.

Yan Su's expression was more solemn than ever before. He did not answer Fu Sheng's question, but slowly stated another thing: "The Lord God has fallen thousands of years ago."

After the great war between gods and demons, the Lord God existed only in historical records and in the mouths of believers.

"So he can't be the Lord God, right?" Fu Sheng asked.

She tried her best to see what the chessboard on the mural looked like, but even though the pictures carved on the mural were very beautiful, they were only outlined with lines without any coloring. No matter how detailed they were, they were just flat carvings and could not be perfect.

Moreover, Fu Sheng had not taken a close look at the chessboard held by the man in white robe.

Judging from the appearance alone, we cannot be sure whether the chessboard drawn here is the same as the one shown by the man in white robe.

In response to Fu Sheng's question, Yan Su did not say yes or no, but frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "If the two chessboards are not the same, then there is naturally no need to worry."

"But if it's the same person..." At this point, Yan Su paused for a moment, and Fu Sheng's heart began to tense up. Yan Su continued, "Then there are only two possibilities."

"Or, he used some means to obtain the Divine Lord's life weapon."

"Or," Yan Su's eyes were dark, and he uttered the last few words faintly -

"The Lord God has resurrected."

Fu Sheng's vision became a little dark.

Whether it was Yan Su or her, they both felt very heavy-hearted.

But the reasons for the heaviness are different.

"I need to take a break." Fu Sheng said suddenly.

Since she landed here, she has been looking at the murals with Yan Su, walking and looking for almost seven or eight hours.

She didn’t feel tired before. After all, looking at the murals was like reading a picture book. When immersed in it, she couldn’t feel the limits of her body at all.

But now both my body and mind were exhausted.

After saying this, Fu Sheng went to sit in front of the mural opposite, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the mural of the God obtaining the magic weapon.

Seeing that Fu Sheng was in a bad state, Yan Su followed her and sat down next to her without saying a word.

If it were normal, Fu Sheng would definitely make a few jokes when she saw Yan Su sitting on the ground with her without minding the dirt, but now she was in no mood at all. She glanced at Yan Su and then looked at the mural again.

She called out Qiqi a few more times in her mind, but still got no response.

Fu Sheng couldn't help but be stunned.

When she saw the chessboard, although she was unwilling to admit it in her heart, Fu Sheng could not deceive herself. She felt that the divine weapon depicted on the mural was the chessboard currently used by the man in white robe.

This was a very strong first instinct, and she believed that Yan Su felt the same way.

The two of them had already decided almost as the chessboard appeared.

She and Yan Su had both witnessed and experienced how powerful the chessboard of the man in white was.

She had a hard time convincing herself that it could be a coincidence.

So now she only needs to consider the two possibilities mentioned by Yan Su.

But no matter which possibility it is, it is absurd to Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng just sat there quietly, while Yan Su watched over her quietly.

The two of them sat next to each other in silence. Just when Yan Su thought they would sit like this for a long time, Fu Sheng suddenly spoke: "Yan Su..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was speaking from a very tired voice.

"Hmm?" Yan Su heard the voice and turned his head to look at her.

"I want to tell you everything." Fu Sheng turned his head and met Yan Su's eyes, saying, "Everything, everything."

Fu Sheng's expression was frighteningly calm at this moment. The time she called Qiqi just now was the last chance she gave him.

But Qiqi didn't reply, so she decided to tell her everything.

She was not impulsive, but had been thinking about it for a long time.

She was really tired, and the experiences of the past two days had left her mentally exhausted.

Moreover, she also wanted to confirm what she was thinking.

Hearing Fu Sheng's words, Yan Su's eyes widened slightly. He sensed Fu Sheng's emotions and guessed that she was going to tell him what she had been hiding. Yan Su unconsciously sat up straighter, and the emotions in his eyes surged for a while before they subsided. He spoke with a tense voice: "You say."

Even Yan Su himself didn't expect that he would react like this.

Maybe he thought that this day would take a long time to come, or might not even come.

He had already prepared himself for the possibility that there would always be a secret between him and Fu Sheng, so when he heard Fu Sheng's words, in addition to surprise, Yan Su felt more nervous than he even noticed.

"Do you know why I know you so well even though I don't know you?" Fu Sheng asked.

"You said before that it was the person who brought you to this world who told you." Yan Su said.

"No." Fu Sheng shook her head. She took a deep breath and said, "I understand you because you are the protagonist in a novel I read."

Because he had been looking into Yan Su's eyes, Fu Sheng clearly saw that Yan Su's pupils trembled violently after he finished speaking.

It's empty, it's one thing, it's one thing.

The whole space was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after a long while, Yan Su's voice was heard: "The protagonist... in the novel?"

He repeated Fu Sheng's words, word for word, his voice dry and filled with unspeakable emotions.

Even someone as calm and composed as Yan Su couldn't remain calm after hearing such words.

This was the first time that Fu Sheng heard his tone and saw him look so confused.