I have special resignation skills

God-sama seldom talks about himself with Yayoi, most of the time Yayoi talks on his own, while God-sama listens silently.

It's not that the Lord God doesn't want to say something, it's just that he doesn't think it's necessary.

Compared with Yayoi, Daili felt that there was really nothing to say about the boring time he spent day after day and year after year.

And she prefers listening to stories to telling them.

After getting closer to God, Yayoi once asked God about the past.

At that time, she was too immersed in the pleasant atmosphere, regretting what she said, and was about to apologize, but Lord Shenming looked at the distant sky and told her a story.

The beginning of the story is the same, a long time ago, the fairy tale-like opening, but tells a sad story.

A long time ago, there was a small village, in the forest, they enshrined the only mountain god, praying for the safety of their families and a good harvest.

Although the village is not so rich, the villagers are very happy.Everyone works at sunrise and rests at sunset, the men hunt and farm, and the women feed the animals and take care of their children.

In this small village, no matter how poor the family is, they still have to make room for worshiping the mountain god.If someone doesn't do this, then even the kindest villagers will not give that person a good look.

One day, the villagers picked up a little girl in the forest. The girl's right eye seemed to be injured and was closed tightly.The kind villagers took the girl back to the village, and the village head decided to keep the girl.

Normally, the villagers would not welcome people from outside the village, but the little girl is too weak and pitiful, and she is blind in one eye. If the girl is driven away, she might be eaten by the wild beasts in the forest immediately.

In this way, they all became murderers who indirectly killed the girl. The villagers really couldn't bear it.

The village head is a white-haired old man who is highly respected in the village. His suggestions and opinions play a decisive role in the hearts of the villagers.

[Let the mountain god decide. ]

So the girl was taken to the shrine, and after kneeling down with the villagers to worship the gods, she was left behind at the shrine.

[When the sun comes out, if she is still alive, then the mountain god has accepted her. ]

The shrine was originally built on a high mountain, and compared with the abundance of sunshine, it is a dangerous deep forest.In order to prevent wild animals from entering the shrine and disturbing the mountain god, the tall hunters in the village are the guards.

The village head removed all the guards from the shrine, leaving no food or water for the girl.

Night fell quickly, and the girl was cold and hungry, and the mosquitoes on the mountain made her unable to sleep, and there were wolves howling in her ears.

Leaning against the altar, embracing his arms, only the light of the candles can warm the girl a little.

The offerings were uncooked, all pastries and fruits, but even so, girls couldn't help being attracted to them.

She stretched out her hand, quickly took a piece of pastry like a thief, stuffed it into her mouth which had been hungry for a long time, after chewing a few times, she couldn't wait to swallow it.

Dai Li found out that the girl's behavior would be cut into pieces by the villagers, she didn't care, she still sat on the cherry blossom tree, caressing the branches of the cherry blossom tree that had been with him for a long time, gently shaking her naked feet.

Dai Li has always condoned humans, just like the owner pampers cute cats and dogs. If a stray cat is picked up by a family cat that bites the back of the neck, it will be exiled to a strange place without food and water.

It's no big deal that the little cat stretched out its paws and stole the dried fish that she didn't want to eat.

This small charity may be the impetus for stray cats to be domesticated into domestic cats.

Also, Dai Li doesn't like the bloody corpses on his mountain.

The girl ate several pieces of pastries in a row, and she tried to close her eyes and go to sleep when her stomach was full.

The silence in the night was very strange, with Cicada screaming tirelessly, and the sound of saliva dripping as he approached the door.

The girl opened her eyes wide in horror, a pair of green eyes that glowed greedily in the dark stared at her firmly.

is a wolf.

The girl almost stopped thinking, her whole body was occupied by fear, and she could only tremble uselessly.

She is really too thin. If in Western fairy tales, the ugly duckling is the one who is disgusted by dogs and can't keep his mouth open, then she is the thin swan who is disgusted by wolves and still can't get enough teeth.

[Master Mountain God, please save me. ] The girl's voice was crying.

At the same time, the ferocious gray wolf ran away with its tail between its legs with a whimper, as if it had been frightened.

Dai Li saw that this girl was different.

A cat who can recognize the cat in front of the mirror is his own kitten, which is indeed special among many ordinary domestic cats.

But as long as this mountain is not endangered, Daili will not let her enter reincarnation at a young age.

The sunrise was a fish-belly white, slowly turning crimson.The sun came up and the next day arrived.

The villagers saw the unscathed little girl and took her into the village.

Days passed, and the little girl grew up gradually. She was smart and clever, and was very popular with the villagers.

The girl said that she had forgotten her previous memories, and only vaguely remembered whether she was abandoned in the forest by her parents or someone.

The villagers accepted her and designated the day they picked up the girl in the forest as the girl's birthday.

It rained for several days in a row in those days, and it didn't clear up until the girl's birthday.

And it happened to be that day that the mountain torrent broke out.

The power of nature is irresistible, and tiny human beings are no different from ants, so they can only shout in vain to the mountain god, hoping to be rescued.

Houses collapsed, barns were broken, fields washed away, trees fell, villagers waved their arms feebly, and finally sank in the water.

The once bustling small village became a pile of ruins, forgotten by future generations.

"Mao..." After Yayoi finished telling the story, her voice softened, as if she was moved again.

In her heart, the villagers who took in the girls who had nowhere to go were kind, but they ended up suffering from a natural disaster and killed her. She felt sorry for them.

Yayoi said goodbye to them and left.

After Yayoi left, Daili slowly sat back in the shrine. She said, "Want to hear a story?"

Mao responded, not expecting that this story was related to the one Yayoi said before.

On the girl's birthday, a flash flood suddenly broke out.

The tall trees fell to the ground with a bang as if struck by lightning, crushing several villagers to death at once. Those villagers were still conscious at first, but when the water rushed here, they were suffocated and their internal organs were crushed. Died in pain of being poured into cold water.

The sharp cries of women and the yells of children hovered in the sky, like black crows lingering at dusk and sunset.

The shrine at the top was spared, but the villagers only come to the shrine to worship on special days, and they usually worship at home.Looking around, there are only three or four guards in the villagers on the high mountain.

Under the blessing of the mountain god, the villagers had never experienced such a catastrophe, so they could only rely on their instincts to cling to the stones or something that hadn't been washed away.

Looking from the bottom of the mountain, Daili saw that the whole village seemed to be boiled in a pot, and the water in the pot was still boiling.

Several guards had already knelt in the shrine, begging the mountain god to save their wives and children with tears streaming down their faces.

But the gods cannot compete with the way of heaven. This is the fate of this village and their destiny. This mountain torrent is an arrangement of fate. He cannot change it and does not want to change it.

A few tall and thick men were still kneeling in front of the altar, with tears and blood mixed on their dark faces, and they couldn't see their usual majesty as the strongest hunters in the village.

[Master Mountain God, Lord Daili, please save this village! ]

They kowtowed hard to the floor, and they didn't stop bleeding from their heads, but kowtowed harder and harder.

[Master Daili, please save your faithful believer! ]

Dai Li stopped her shaking feet, and she observed these humans carefully.

Strange, believers...

Lord Shenming blinked his eyes, and waves surged out of the lake, breaking the picture reflected on the surface of human beings lingering in the mountain torrents, painful parting but helpless.

Really bad……

His white fingers were covered with the golden blood that belonged to the gods, Daili seemed to have removed a thin petal from his head, and the two spherical objects just dug out in his hands were scattered in the air.

The flash flood stopped.

The price paid for making a deal with Tiandao.

Dai Li thought, He should disappear.The eyes are the most important thing of the gods, almost all the divine power is stored in them, while other organs including the body are just useless empty bodies.

Daili leaned against the cherry blossom tree, and in his ears were mostly the excited cheers of the villagers who escaped from death, and the sobs of family members leaving were seldom.

[gone. ]

Dai Li touched the uneven trunk of the cherry blossom tree, and the cherry blossom tree dropped a few beautiful small pink flowers on his clothes, as if saying goodbye to him silently.

The girl who was coughing on the ground raised her head and looked up to the mountain feelingly, her closed right eye slightly raised, and a trace of blood flowed through her dark blue pupil like the sea.

It was the first time and the last time that Lord Shenming was in such a state of embarrassment, golden blood flowed all over his face, sliding down his cheeks and onto his collar as if crying.

His fingers tapped lightly on the tree trunk, which was Dai Li's death knell for himself.

The gentle Xifeng brushed his cheek softly.

Are you leaving?I don't know what that world will be like.Dai Li was rarely interested.

But he is very clear that for gods, there is only birth and death, and there is no such thing as reincarnation.

The eyes that had been blown by the wind stopped shedding "tears". Dai Li touched it with his hand hesitantly, but it felt like a delicate and silky fabric.

He is still there?

The wind responded to Dai Li, and it spun around in Dai Li's hand a few times, as if rewarding a good boy who had done a good deed.

Although he couldn't see, Dai Li could still perceive what was happening around him by virtue of the weak divine power dispersed in other parts.

I heard the sound of porcelain being smashed, the sound of cakes being crushed under the feet of crude and cheap straw sandals, and the sound of men cursing.

After realizing that the flash flood had stopped, the hunters rushed down the mountain one after another.

[Daili did not bless us at all, it was because we smashed the shrine that the mountain torrent was able to stop. ]

[This is an evil god, it's unbelievable! ]

[This little girl is the witch chosen by the evil god. ]

[Burn her, burn her. ]

Dai Li listened to the voices of the villagers as seriously as she listened to their wishes.

The soft petals fell on his hands, and he buried his face in his hands, uttering a few words forbearance.

[It doesn't matter. ] Don't comfort me.

For the first time, the gods felt human emotions, covering him like a raging torrent, which was the resentment and hatred of the believers.