The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

Song An felt that something was wrong with Yun Mu. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he smelled a strange smell from Yun Mu.It can't be said to be a very fishy smell, but it has a faint smell of decay.

Moreover, probably because he didn't sleep well last night, Yun Mu's originally black and white eyes were bloodshot, revealing a trace of chaos.

He wrote it down, but didn't pay too much attention to it.

Today, Pope White was going to give them a morning class. The guests had to clean up early in the morning and make sure to leave a perfect impression on him.

Song An didn't go, skipped class openly, went to the prayer room by himself, and began to pray for the day.

"Praise the gods, your followers will sing the sweetest praises to you."

"Because of you, the world has spirituality; because of you, the world is different."

"Wherever your hand touches, there is vitality; wherever your thoughts go, there are eternal legends."

"The world exists because of your existence, and it is destroyed because of your dissatisfaction. You are a god, the god of the world."

Song An chanted his prayers very piously, his eyes were full of worship to the gods, as sincere as the dew on the petals in the morning.

After reading, he replaced the water in the silver chalice on the table with the morning dew that he specially collected, and placed the freshly picked fruits on it. Finally, he did not forget to put a handful of water that he made himself. colorful macarons.

"Although I'm just a small and ordinary believer, I still hope to receive God's mercy. This is a tribute made by me. I hope you don't dislike it."

Speaking of this, Song An's face flushed slightly, and the water in his eyes condensed a little shyness: "Although you are fraternal, I still hope to get your preference. Maybe you want to reprimand me for being bold and greedy, but I will Like the raging fire in the spring breeze, it will never be able to extinguish the sincere steps toward you."

After saying all this, he prostrated himself on the ground, pressed his forehead against the cold floor, and saluted.

The sunlight seemed to be particularly fond of him, shining in through the huge printed glass windows, coating him with a layer of gold.The sculptures revolving above his head like the starry sky stared deeply at him, as if a god was examining the believers in front of him with his eyes.

"Huh? Where's Song An?"

In the garden

No. 3 was the first to find out about Song An's absence. He had a fresh memory of this scheming guy. Seeing that he lost the chain at a critical moment, he couldn't help but think a little more.

Emily said lightly: "He didn't come, just take care of yourself, why bother to stare at others."

Although she was very angry that she didn't fight Song An last time, she would not be as narrow-minded as No. 3.

No. 3 doesn't think so, can it be the same?

Song An was the heart-beating king of the previous program, and there must be some tricks that they don't understand.Obviously this is the best time to please the Pope, but he doesn't know where he ran, maybe it was on purpose.

Emily sneered and satirized: "Then you should go find him. It happens that the Pope's place is quite crowded. If you can make room, everyone will be happy."

No. 3 is not moving, that's not okay.This place is different from the castle. They only have this chance to see the Pope in a day, and they can't delay it.

Pope White came to the center of the crowd. Today, he did not wear such a heavy and luxurious dress, but simply wore the same white robe as everyone else, looking more and more intimate.

His smile was very kind, and he greeted Emily and the others one by one, and he could even call out everyone's name accurately, which flattered the guests.

The green lawn is full of vitality, and White sitting on the stone bench is like an angel in the sun.The believers sat in a circle around him, and couldn't help but focus on him, with longing and love.

But the guests at this time did not notice that their worship of Pope White was already deepening before they noticed it.

Naia's voice sounded again: "Pope White looked down on everyone tenderly and kindly. These are his most devout believers, and each one is worth cherishing. The believers also gave back his most precious worship and are willing to serve him forever."

“所有人过一个【赞美】，1号嘉宾艾米丽59/100,2号嘉宾云慕58/100，3号嘉宾81/100，大成功……6号嘉宾宋安6/100，大失败……”

Song An was speechless, but came again.

The other guests couldn't help gloating, after all, there were no ones who failed again and again.

Even Naia's voice showed a hint of a smile: "Guest No. 6, Song An, is being punished. Please speak out your truest thoughts at this time, loudly."

Song An felt a force swarming in his heart, squeezing the clear thoughts in his brain, making everything as hazy as if it was covered in a bag.

Before his stagnant rationality could react, he stood up from the ground furiously, glared at White's direction, and shouted loudly.

"The despicable Pope, pretending to be, I am the one who loves the gods the most. The gods will only take pity on me, and will never favor him!"

The echo after shouting was floating back and forth in the empty prayer room. After a while, Song An, who was standing in it, seemed to wake up, covered his mouth with a blushing face, and looked at the prayer platform uneasily, as if he was afraid that he would appear there The gods, hear their own voice full of jealousy and envy.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he vaguely heard a chuckle, but he pricked up his ears to catch it carefully, but there was nothing.

For a long time, Song An confirmed that no one heard his shameful words, and then sat back silently.His fingers lightly brushed the edge of the prayer platform, his eyes were filled with a little gloom.

"Perhaps, this is the poisonous snake of jealousy. I hope God can forgive my recklessness."

The guests over there were still guessing how bad Song An would be, but Pope White asked softly, "Is everyone here?"

The guests looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they would not deliberately frame Song An, they definitely had no intention of covering him up.

Yun Mu hesitated even more, bit his lips slightly, and said apologetically: "Song Anta, he has something to do, so he might come a little later, please forgive me, His Excellency the Pope."

All fools know that it is impossible for Song An to come. Yun Mu's saying this is undoubtedly to dig a big hole for him and make the Pope and believers dissatisfied with him.

Sure enough, even as gentle as the pope, he couldn't stand a new believer challenging his authority so much. He called a priest next to him and motioned him to bring Song An over.

About 10 minutes later, the priest returned angrily, leaned into the pope's ear and said something.

White's face was obviously not very good-looking, but he still had a good temper and did not punish this daring believer. Instead, he opened the book of the holy spirit in his hand and began to tell everyone about the divine will.

The guests clicked their tongues twice in their hearts, they simply admired Song An's arrogance to the extreme.This guy may have triggered the death rule again, and I don't know if he can survive tonight.

Yun Mu smiled contentedly, and continued to work, sooner or later that guy would die utterly.

When the Pope finished speaking, Yun Mu took out a large red book with a thick shell from nowhere, walked up to White in embarrassment, bent his knees slightly, and looked at him with a pair of watery, clear eyes.

"My lord pope, I read this book last night, and I don't quite understand some of it, may I ask you for advice?"

Pope White glanced at the cover of the book, then smiled and nodded in agreement, letting him sit beside him.

And Yun Mu really worked hard. He carefully read the book several times, and even memorized some of the wonderful texts.Talking to White at this time, it is not so much that White is pointing him, it is better to say that the two are discussing and communicating.

Such diligence and talent undoubtedly made the Pope very satisfied, and the eyes that looked at him became softer.

No. 3 clenched his fists and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "This is too despicable!"

In the last issue, one Song An was not enough, here comes another Yun Mu, give them a chance.

Emily gave him a sideways look. How could this kind of idiot who is not motivated by himself and can't understand the advancement of others be selected into the show.

She just hesitated just now, but she didn't expect that Yun Mu would take the opportunity. It is obviously not a good opportunity to go up now, and it seems that she has to make another plan.

After some exchanges, Yunmu asked tentatively: "Master Pope, we also went to look for sacrifices yesterday, but we have no clue until now, please point us lost lambs, so that we can learn from you in your glory." Set a clear direction."

There was a trace of melancholy in his brows, like a dark cloud half covering the sun, appearing helpless and weak.Those crystal-clear eyes looked at the Pope with admiration, as if the person in front of him was a god who could help him solve any problem.

The Pope touched his soft hair tenderly, and did not hesitate to express his favor to this beautiful believer.

"The stars will guide you. At night, when you gaze at the stars in Cassiopeia, you will find places you have been neglecting."

Yun Mu was overjoyed, he did not expect the Pope to actually give the key clue.Sure enough, the boss seems to prefer pure and innocent characters, as long as he continues to maintain, he can definitely pass the level with the highest score.In that case, the wasted points are nothing.

He looked at the Pope with shining eyes, and raised his head slightly piously and docilely, showing his best side.

"Follow your teachings."

Song An came to the garden again, looking around, only a piece of green onion came into view.The low stone steps carved with marble separate the road from the flowers. The soil that has not been fully illuminated by the sun in the morning exudes the moisture of dew. The shrubs in the flower beds are extraordinarily vigorous and densely entangled, making it difficult to see clearly inside. hiding something.

Naia seemed surprised that he would come back here again. You must know that if you were attacked here last night, or even lost a companion, ordinary people would feel psychologically afraid and choose to avoid it.

"Are not you afraid?"

"Fear."

Song An told his heart honestly, and did not hide his fragility.But he quickly clenched his fists again, firming his confidence, and a beautiful brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

"But I believe that God will bless his most loyal believers, and I must get the sacrifices to ensure the smooth holding of the ceremony. I will dedicate my body and mind to God with the most pious gesture, and welcome his coming."

Naia was silent for a moment, and then said: "At this time you are standing in front of the garden, recalling the thrilling experience and weird dream last night, and you have a flash of realization."

"Guest No. 6, Song An, have an [inspiration]."

Song An took a deep breath and threw the dice, silently praying that he would not draw "6" again. Sometimes this number was good, but sometimes it gave him a headache.

"6/100, big success, you're inspired. You recall last night, and in that lurking crisis something tantalizing seems to be lurking. The appearance of the guards is always accompanied by the arrival of treasures, and the North Star It will guide you in the right direction."

Song An was taken aback for a moment, but quickly lowered his expression.It stands to reason that Passing Inspiration 6 should have been a big failure, how could it have become a big success.

However, this game is obviously not dominated by him, and naturally the judge will do whatever he wants.

He let out a long breath, with a joyful smile on his face, and respectfully saluted in the direction of Polaris.Only then did he take out the eye mask prepared in advance to cover his eyes, and walked in according to the route he remembered in his mind.

Just as he entered, the originally transparent air seemed to distort, engulfing his figure.

Perhaps it was because it was daytime, or maybe it had already been experienced once, Song An was not as scared as last time, but was able to adjust the route very clearly.

He could clearly hear the footsteps of the monster following him, but even though the sound was approaching and far away, as strange as threatening prey, it couldn't make him feel the slightest fluctuation.

He pressed his hands on his chest, whispered a word of praise to the gods, and strode towards the North Star.

His hand touched a cold stone wall, and there were raised marks on it, which seemed to be engraved with patterns.

He stroked it with his fingers, drawing lines in his mind.

It's a bit similar to apes, with limbs, but it doesn't walk on both feet like humans.The arms are too long, but the legs are not well developed.

At this time, he was kneeling on the ground in a kneeling posture, and there was a small object in front of him, which should be a sacrifice to the gods.

But the strange thing is that there seems to be something wrapped around the ape's body, but it's too thin to be felt at all.

Song An hesitated to take a look at the blindfold, but was stopped by Naia.

"The things of gods and spirits cannot be directly seen by the naked eyes of ordinary people. If you take off the blindfold, you may fall into hallucinations directly and never come out again."

He paused with his fingers, and did not act rashly very obediently.Just a little puzzled, can the judge still remind them of these guests so kindly?

But where is the sacrifice?

Song An circled the stele a lot, but couldn't find any gaps to open, or places to hide things.

Where is the sacrifice?

He frowned and thought, patterns, apes, kneeling...

Song An seemed to have realized something, he knelt down on the ground, his knees hurt from the cold stone slab, but he couldn't stop the fire in his heart.

Facing the direction of the North Star, he clenched his hands into fists, extolling the greatness of the gods with the most elegant and beautiful hymns.

When he couldn't see, the Polaris also suddenly lit up in the daytime, and a beam of light fell on him from the sky, like a tolerant and benevolent hand gently holding him in the palm of his hand.

The tombstone in front of him made a dull sound and opened the gap.

Song An was not in a hurry to get it, but abruptly finished all the prayers before facing the direction of the Polaris with a satisfied blushing face.

"Thank you for your guidance, please allow me to kiss your toes and express my deepest love."

He bent down again, wanting to touch the cold ground with his lips, offering his loyalty.

But this time he didn't touch it. Instead, he touched a warm, smooth, jelly-like thing.

Is that... God?

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