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Thus the Son was taken away.

There was no fear of facing death on his face, more confusion.

He was sitting in the prison, with his long hair hanging down, and he was still wearing the robe he wore during the front-line condolences.

At first glance, it seems that there is no difference from before.

He sat quietly, quietly wondering.

The Holy Son finally raised his head when he heard footsteps outside.

It was the priest coming.

Over the past ten years, the pastor's appearance began to age.His eyes were wrinkled and his voice became hoarse.

He asked the Holy Son: "The bishop asked me to ask you, what do you need during this time?"

The Son looked at him and shook his head.

The pastor let out a long sigh and said in a low voice: "The king kept the bishop in the palace for three whole days, and he...has nothing to do."

The Son said calmly, "I know."

The pastor looked at him again, as if looking at the boy who was untied from the pyre ten years ago.

At that time, he didn't understand why the boy appeared in the crystal ball.At this time, he also didn't understand why the boy could accept all this so peacefully and without resentment.

He couldn't help asking.

Depending on what he said, the pastor regretted it.

He looked at the Son, at the darkness surrounding the Son.

The pastor had an urge to back away.

His heart started beating wildly, and an incredible idea popped up.

Maybe people are right.

The "holy son" in front of him is indeed a demon who came out of the abyss!

His calmness today is not because he is not afraid of death.But he knew that entering the abyss would not bring him death.

This thought made the pastor's throat feel a little dry.

His heart was beating faster and faster, and his fear was increasing.

But at this moment, the Holy Son smiled slightly and told him: "This is indeed the evil of all peoples."

The pastor's pupils narrowed slightly.

The Son said: "The source of the evil of all peoples..."

The priest almost heard thunder.

However, the Son never spoke again.

He suppressed his smile and told the pastor, "Go back."

Hearing this, the pastor, even though he knew it was wrong, still walked away as if fleeing from a refugee.

Behind him, the Son looks around in the darkness.

There was a little distress in his expression.

"Are you really not here?" He asked softly.

No echo.

The Holy Son sighed slowly, recalling the past again.

The words of the bishop and the pastor who "picked him up" avoided one thing.

After being caught by those villagers, how long did he stay in the dark little house?

The Son does not know.

He vaguely remembered that when he was thirsty, hungry, and painful... when these came together, he suddenly understood the taste of "death".Then, another more vague thought.

He thought that he could go see his father and mother.

Someone just picked him up.

He was given water, given food.

Not only that, but someone cherished him in his arms.

He couldn't hear the other party's voice, but he could feel the other party's consciousness.

The other party was thinking: I just fell asleep for a while...

I was thinking: How did you become like this?

I was thinking: soon there will be no pain and no hunger.

Thinking: Will you be mad at me when you wake up?

At that time, the Son's consciousness was fuzzy.

He didn't know who was giving himself water and food.

He even had a bold thought: Maybe it wasn't "who" but the darkness that saved him.

After that, when alone in the dark environment, the Son will always have a special peace of mind.

Although the bishop told him repeatedly, he could not let others see his black hair and black eyes.The current situation also confirms this point.To others, he is indeed a "demon".

But, in all fairness, the Son never hated darkness.

He routinely said a few words to himself, but still did not hear a response.

Shengzi sighed slowly, lowered his head to take a nap.

At this time, darkness slowly approached him, wrapping him in it.

Shengzi's eyelids trembled slightly.

The darkness quickly dissipated.

The Son sighed helplessly.

……

In a blink of an eye, the day came when the Holy Son was to be thrown into the abyss.

Everyone was ready to fight, except for the Son who was about to "go to death", he was very relaxed.

He had a strange premonition.

Such a premonition made him not only not afraid, but rather looking forward to it.

He was bound by the magic of light, and the aged bishop himself carried out the punishment.

People looked at his long black hair, with horror on his face, and a kind of joy that was similar to "revenge".

The Son didn't care.

He was pushed, step by step to the edge of the abyss.

One step further, there is a dark, sunless abyss.

Looking at the darkness below, he felt the trembling of the people beside him.

And those people are still whispering.

The Son heard several familiar voices.

They used to be playmates when they were young, and colleagues when they grew up.

They used to travel all over the country together, and also practiced together in the temple.

And now, they're talking in low voices, saying, "I'll just say something's wrong with him!"

"Look, he's not afraid of falling at all!"

"How do you feel now? I feel cold all over, my bones are cold."

"Yeah, me too—"

"But look at him."

Countless eyes fell on the Son of God.

Listening to these voices, the Holy Son thought deeply.

Looking at the darkness below, he moved his mouth silently: This time, it's always you, right?

No one answered.

However, after asking this sentence, he was pushed.

That is not someone's power.

Behind him, is a long wooden pillar.

People resented him and feared him at the same time.

They didn't dare to stand alone, they only dared to use tools to gather everyone's strength on the wooden pillar.

The Holy Son only felt a pain in his back, and immediately after that, his feet were empty.

He fell into that darkness.

The sky was getting farther and farther away from him, and this kind of falling never stopped.

The magic rope on his body gradually disappeared, and the Son's hands and feet were free, and he looked down.

He spoke.

Because of the wind when he fell, his voice was intermittent.

The Son asked, "Is that you?"

No one answered.

The Son asked, "Is it really not you?"

Still no response.

The Son felt a little disappointed.

He tries to use magic.

But when he was gesturing to go up and leave the darkness, the darkness below condensed and turned into a tentacles, hooking the Holy Son's calf.

When he realized this, Shengzi's eyes lit up slightly, and he showed a smile of "it's true".

He relaxed his body, was hooked by the tentacles, and fell straight down.

Just a moment ago, he was still in mid-air.The next moment, he fell to the ground.

The sky has completely disappeared.

The Holy Son had studied mathematics in the temple, and he knew that according to the time of his fall, it was a miracle that he fell so safely.

So he was polite and said, "Thank you."

Naturally, no one responded.

The Son didn't care either.

A small light lit up in his palm, and the light grew more and more, like a firefly, illuminating this small piece of heaven and earth.

The Holy Son, dressed in a stained white robe, walked forward following the shadow cast by the fireflies.

At first he thought that he saw an altar.Then it was discovered that behind the altar, there seemed to be a god.

The Holy Son thought for a moment and walked to the side of the altar.

There is nothing above.

He tried to speak to the god, asking him, "Are you the God of Darkness?"

The Son is used to not answering.

Without waiting for a response, he continued: "In the past so many years, there must have been many people who fell down? Why didn't you see them?"

"Why is there only an altar here, but no offerings?"

"I fell like that, to you, it should be regarded as disturbing you?"

"But," the Holy Son changed the subject, "you saved me before—could it be that I have nothing to do with you?"

After saying this, he keenly noticed that the fireflies he had lit seemed to start to disperse into the distance.

Beside him, what was still lit was only the altar itself.

The Son of God had a thought.

He whispered, "I don't remember what happened before."

What he can remember is the short time when he was led by a man and a woman to live in the forest when he was young, and the days of pain and hunger in the dark room.

Occasionally, a strange voice would appear in his mind, as if a woman was speaking, saying: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Sex is similar, habits are far away..."

It's just that soon, such a voice will be covered by various magic formulas.

The Holy Son asked: "But, you will never be that man or that woman. If you say that, who are you?"

Following his words, the fluorescent light was pushed by the darkness and landed on the altar.

Because of the light on the altar, the image of the god is more illuminated.It was still towering and majestic, but the Holy Son vaguely felt that it seemed to be a handsome man.

This is just too weird.

He thought of the books he had read before, and he really couldn't know which god built the temple in such a place.Even, the Holy Son has a skeptical attitude towards the existence of "God" itself.

This kind of suspicion is naturally too bold, and others don't know it.

But when he was alone, the Holy Son looked at the many magic formulas and always thought: It is said that magic is bestowed by the gods, but these magic elements are obviously something that exists in the world.We collect and use the elements—in this process, we always rely on the ingenuity of human beings, rather than the teachings of "gods".

Up to now, this doubt has been overturned a little.

The Holy Son thought wildly: Maybe other people are the same as the one in front of him.

After all, what he saw at the moment really didn't look like traces built by humans.

He looked at the light on the altar, spent a little more time, and finally made up his mind.

The Holy Son muttered: "Oh, if I climb up, then I will become your 'sacrifice'?"

What would a god do to his "sacrifice"?

There are many associations in Shengzi's mind.

But at the same time as these associations emerged, he also thought of the darkness that embraced him when he was young.

He let out a slow breath.

Don't worry about security issues, don't worry about others.

In contrast, the only thing worth worrying about is: If it is really "he", why don't you always communicate with yourself?

The Son never thought of it.

The moment he climbed onto the altar, this trouble disappeared without a trace.

Sitting on the altar, he heard a slight sound like something rubbing.

The Holy Son raised his head in the direction of the voice.

He watched the huge god figure slowly bend down and look at himself.

The Son's eyes widened slightly.

The originally peaceful darkness came alive at this moment, and his hands and feet were bound.

Even the eyes were covered by the same dark color.

Before losing his sight, at the last second, the Holy Son saw the figure in front of him shrinking rapidly.

He suddenly let out an "ah", and realized that his ankle seemed to be held by someone.

The author has something to say: See you later.