I am the villain on the infinite set [Infinite]

As the breeze passed by, Zhuo Yu opened his eyes, and found that he was standing in a verdant grassland, where wild flowers of various colors bloomed everywhere, and the clear sky was covered with crisp white clouds, and the sun shone through the gaps in the clouds. bundled to shine on the earth.

This is a beautiful scenery that Cistanche County has not seen for 100 years. Their grasslands have been deserted, and even desertification has begun.

"This is...the former Cistanche Ranch."

Zhuo Yu tilted his head and looked at the county residents who entered the dreamland with him. They had tears in their eyes, and they felt ecstatic and unrealistic, but the sun was so warm on their faces , The soft land also faintly transmits the fragrance of the soil.

It's real here.

They came to the fantastic "paradise".

With the effect of the Divine Song and Cistanche nectar, everyone entered the same "frequency". Zhuo Yu's guess was correct. He relied on such means to successfully establish the Divine Cult in Guihua County.

The Paradise is not a real paradise, it is the spiritual world of Chagankaya.

Hundreds of people have entered this mysterious but extremely dreamy space. The wind, temperature, and everything here are extremely suitable. The scenery is like a soft light filter. Zhuo Yu listened The chirping of larks in the ears led the believers to the depths of the grassland.

"Zhuo Yu..." Liu Jingyun was also shocked by the scenery, she said cautiously: "Is this real? I must be dreaming, right?"

Zhuo Yu patted her on the head: "How do people define truth and falsehood?"

This question is relatively profound, and Liu Jingyun can't answer it for the time being, but Luo Musheng walked up to Zhuo Yu with great interest, and asked, "This is the paradise, so the spiritual world really exists..."

He still didn't say a word, escaping from the starving material world to the spiritual world is essentially a kind of escape, which is really in line with the "□□" style.

But when people are in despair, who can refuse such a paradise to escape from?

The more turbulent the era, the stronger the religious belief. In Guihua County, god religion has become everything in life.

The melodious sound of the matouqin came from a distance, and everyone walked along the stream, and saw one after another yurts, like pearls dotted in the green ocean, and countless people with joyful smiles came out of the tents, and they knew that there was a yurt. All the visitors rushed forward, offering khata enthusiastically, and crowding them into the residence.

"Second uncle..."

"Sister Xiulian!"

The believers saw their acquaintances one after another. They were all cistanche people wandering at night. Different from their ugly appearance, they embraced their loved ones happily in the paradise, and their bodies seemed to be glowing.

The believers were already extremely excited, and they knelt down on the ground to worship the priest.

This is the reason why they became members of the divine religion. It was the priest who said that the county residents who had the original sin would not be given up after eating cistanche. They were integrated with the gods. The world suffers forever, but the spirit has transcended and reached the realm of the gods.

People who have never eaten cistanche are born priests. They want to maintain a pure body, serve the goddess of the earth, bless their relatives and friends living in the paradise to be happy and healthy, and at the same time maintain the operation of cistanche county.

The offspring of those cistanche people will be released from the county by them. When they become adults, they are like milk swallows returning home. Although they have already developed incurable diseases and mutations, the believers will feed them cistanche soup, so that They were liberated and entered the paradise with their ancestors.

Now that they really saw the scene in front of them, and saw that their relatives, friends and children were still there, the believers' admiration and love for Zhuo Yu had reached the peak at this moment.

"I've lived for 40 years, and I never thought that I would be able to come to this paradise." The leader said with tears, "I only heard that when the priest was still alive, a ceremony would be held every month. , Let the believers enter the paradise to reunite, but you have been away for too long, we have never experienced this kind of blessing again, only after the death is buried at the bottom of the cliff can we ascend to the paradise.”

He looked around, and actually saw his father, the believer of the previous generation. When he was about to die, he jumped into the cliff unswervingly, and in the paradise, his face was radiant, and his body returned to his youth. When I was in a trance, the leader recalled all kinds of memories with his father when he was a child, and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

There are many others like him.

The cistanche people whose souls have entered the Paradise are all filled with the same happy smiles, silently comforting the believers.

Zhuo Yu stared at the leader's father, the more he looked, the more he felt that the other party's smile was very stiff, as if everyone was carved out of the same mold.

Liu Jingyun was the most sensitive. She opened her eyes wide and whispered in Zhuo Yu's ear in an incredible voice: "Look, his eyes!"

I saw that the father's eyes were extremely clear, but upon closer inspection, one could find something strange.

His black eyeballs seem a little transparent?

Zhuo Yu blinked, and his almond eyes instantly turned into crimson dragon eyes. His vertical pupils were constricted, his eyesight doubled, and he saw through the disguise of this thing all at once.

There is nothing in those transparent black eyes.

Under careful observation, Zhuo Yu could see through the internal structure only from the size of the eyeballs. The man's eyes were connected to the back of the skull, and the whole area was empty.

rather say……

The happy souls in front of me have all turned into shells with nothing left.

Looking at the picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety in front of him, Zhuo Yu only felt his scalp tingling, because from another angle, the story is not like this.

If you are an orphan with no father or mother, you have struggled to survive since you were a child, and finally have a family business and a lover, but you find that as you grow older, your body becomes more and more weird, and even doctors are helpless.

And there is a voice in your heart telling you to return to your roots.

So you searched for information, took your wife and children back to your hometown that you had never heard of, only to find out in despair that this is a Jedi surrounded by demons and night demons. Reluctantly drank cistanche soup, he could only become a member of the monster, looking forward to joining the paradise in the future for relief.

Your child inherited your fate, and continued to be released from Cistanche County by the believers, which once again became a tragedy that repeated the same mistakes.

This is Cistanche County, and this is Shenjiao.

And when you get to the paradise, this is not a real paradise, but a magic cave that eats away your soul.

"Chagan Gaoya..." Zhuo Yu murmured, he knew himself too well, he knew that although he was different from ordinary people and wanted to save his lover, he would not play with human nature so viciously and manipulate other people's lives.

Something must have happened, besides, didn't I already die once 100 years ago?Why did he die?Why did God's religion develop like this?What happened to the dilapidated and devoured lover in his dream?

Zhuo Yu seemed to have sensed something, his eyebrows felt hot, and then he walked out of the yurt and spread his wings to fly deeper.

He could feel that someone was calling him.

Continue along the stream, and finally, the stream converges into a lake, and the sunlight shimmers on the water surface, which is a bit dazzling.

Under the dazzling light, Zhuo Yu saw a piece of silver.

The tall man was undressed, his lower body was soaked in the cool stream water, while his upper body was covered with wet silver hair, only the delicate skin was exposed in the crevices, it was a beautiful sight.

The man turned his head, revealing Zhuo Yu's familiar handsome face.

His lover, his love at first sight.

Chagan Koya is here.

The man looked like an elf in the stream, he swam to the bank and held out his hand to Zhuo Yu, and Zhuo Yu really handed it to him.

Chagangaoya didn't say anything, just took his hand and stuck it to his cheek, like a puppy that has found its owner again, rubbing it affectionately and attachedly, then he raised his head and showed Zhuoyu a smirk again.

He held Zhuo Yu's hand, stuck out his vine-like tongue, wetly licked Zhuo Yu's palm and fingers, then pulled him into the water, and hugged him in his arms.

The body of the god is very cool, not like a living person, but more like a plant buried in the dark underground.

Obviously they have met many times in the dream, but this is the first time that Zhuo Yu has such a real feeling, as if he has pushed through the fog and really met the owner of the dream.

"What are you going to do?" Zhuo Yu sighed/panted, because he was inconvenient, he had never been in the water, and he was a little flustered at the moment.

The silver-haired man didn't say anything, he just got closer to Zhuo Yu, and the only kind of longing appeared in his eyes that couldn't see any emotion.

He is courting Zhuo Yu.

"..." Zhuo Yu frowned and pushed his face away, "Don't think about anything! Tell me, what's going on with those people?"

The man paused, and uttered two words in human language: "Food."

"You..." Zhuo Yu felt that he was not surprised at all, he had already had this bad premonition: "So, why did you try your best to lure the county people to eat cistanche?"

Zha Gangaoya seemed to think that Zhuo Yu's question was very strange, he said in a deep magnetic, non-human hoarse voice: "Eat it, I'm very hungry."

Zhuo Yu felt a throbbing pain in his temple, and he felt that the stream was no longer cool, but turned into biting cold: "But you said in your dream that you want me to rescue you, and those who have helped you will enter the paradise."

God looked at Zhuo Yu in puzzlement.

Yes, he did the right thing.

For human beings, their own spiritual world is the closest to the definition of paradise. Their pain, unwillingness, resentment, and even depravity are the food of the gods. In paradise, human beings who are eaten up will only have happiness with joy.

Is this bad?

As far as he knows, humans have been reincarnated in war for a long time.Even in peaceful times, most human beings are born with heavy burdens, the hopes of their parents, and the burden of the future. Under pressure, human beings will have degenerate evil thoughts.

Others are hell, but in the paradise, only happy people are left with the same thinking, isn't it the paradise that everyone is looking forward to?

It is the good fortune of the creatures of this world to be his food.

"You lied to me." Zhuo Yu and the Goddess of Earth are connected in thinking, and now that he has truly entered his world, he can naturally feel the thoughts that the other party wants to convey.

He buried his head in the man's neck and laughed softly: "As expected, you lied to me."

"I am the only one who can communicate with you, bring humans into your thinking world, and feed you. So you please me and make me think that I love you very much. This is very simple for you. After all, our eyes are connected. It's very easy for you to manipulate my mind. Isn't it?"

The words of the aborigines were so loud that Zhuo Yu remembered his warning.

He said that he was just bewitched by this magic flower, and he did something wrong under his inducement, and now there is still time to turn around.

But 100 years have passed, and it is already too late.

Zhuo Yu bit his shoulder viciously, and white blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth, which was enough to show how much force he had used.

The man who was hailed as a god was a little at a loss at this moment.

Zhuo Yu started talking like this again.

The last time was 100 years ago, and he felt fear and labor pain just by recalling it.

It took him a long time and eaten a lot of human beings to repair his damaged body. He didn't want to get hurt again, but the person who hurt him was Zhuo Yu, his only soul mate and spiritual fit.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

The silver-haired man shook his head again and again, looking at Zhuo Yu pitifully: "You, are you going to eat me again?"