2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"A blasphemer?" After hearing this nickname, Yan Muyun's first reaction was that he was a bit handsome, and then he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Judging from the current situation of belief in gods all over the world, it seems that he has become something like an "enemy of mankind".

Zhou Xingxian frowned slightly: "I immediately cut off the entire city's network and tried to block the news, but I didn't expect that the live footage was leaked in the end."

Yan Muyun felt grateful and said with relief: "There were still so many people from the religious sect in the city at that time. They recorded it first and then posted it later. It was impossible to guard against it. There was nothing we could do about it."

"No." Unexpectedly, Zhou Xingxian shook his head and his voice became deeper: "The scene footage was leaked by someone from the Special Branch."

Yan Muyun was speechless.

"Captain of the Gray Mountain Team, Wang Jinwu."

week The picture was uploaded to 'Jieke'."

While he was talking, a light curtain appeared in front of Yan Muyun's hospital bed, and a video was played on it.

In the center of the dark blue sky, a huge golden hand protruded from the crack, stretched out a finger and slowly pointed downwards. A blood-red figure as small as an ant rose into the sky, waving its arm and punching out.

The number of views in the upper right corner of the video can be described as "shocking", and the number units are scary.

Under Yan Muyun's stunned gaze, the curtain of light dissipated, and Zhou Xingxian said calmly: "After the incident, we arrested and controlled Wang Jinwu as soon as possible. Fortunately, he did not know your identity, and the place where the footage was recorded was far away. I didn’t take a clear picture of your face.”

"That's good." Yan Muyun patted his chest and seemed relieved.

Zhou Xingxian added: "But if someone is willing to investigate, they can still find out your true identity."

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes.

"So, we asked the 'One of Ten Thousand Arts' superpower to create a shield for you and 'eradicate' your existence." Zhou Xingxian continued to add.

Yan Muyun simply rolled his eyes deliberately, gasping for breath because he couldn't bear the other person's words.

Then he realized something and quickly asked: "What does it mean to erase my existence?"

"I actually don't know how to explain it." Zhou Xingxian replayed the video projection just now, pointed and said: "The general idea is that everyone who sees this video will be shocked by the behavior of this 'blasphemer'. But they will not investigate his identity in detail. Whenever people are curious about his true identity, they always subconsciously feel that this person must have died under the finger of the gods. Or the Chinese official has protected him secretly, it is impossible I can find it. Or maybe I just forgot."

"In short, their subconscious will try their best to persuade them not to delve into the true identity of the 'blasphemer', and they will even forget it quickly after learning your true identity."

Hearing this, Yan Muyun opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise: "Is this power so powerful?"

Changing the perception of people around the world is simply a method comparable to that of a god.

Zhou Xingxian nodded, but shook his head: "This power is quite restrictive. First of all, it is ineffective for people who know you and those who witnessed the scene that day. Secondly, your act of attacking gods is really It was too shocking and attracted most people's attention. In contrast, your true identity is just a young man in his early 20s, an ordinary intern of the Special Branch Bureau, which can be said to be unremarkable. Use a A very shocking thing to cover up a trivial matter, this is the key to the success of this power."

Yan Muyun nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he probably understood.

"However, what people cannot forget is that this 'blasphemer' is Chinese."

Zhou Xingxian suddenly walked slowly to the hospital bed. His dark brown eyes behind his glasses stared at Yan Muyun calmly and critically, and said slowly: "And this was caught by many foreign media and they criticized China."

"I'm sorry..." Yan Muyun felt deeply guilty and felt that he had caused trouble to the country.

"No need to apologize, we all know that this was not your intention." Zhou Xingxian shook his head, then leaned forward slightly and his tone became serious: "You did completely lose consciousness when you attacked the god, right?"

"A normal person wouldn't attack a god." If he hadn't been in the virtual space, a cold sweat would have broken out on Yan Muyun's forehead.

"Yeah." Zhou Xingxian nodded, turned and walked to the window, looking at the virtual scene outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

Behind him, Yan Muyun tried hard to control his facial expression. He didn't know if anyone was observing or recording everything that was happening in the virtual space at this time, so he absolutely couldn't reveal the truth.

Was he...really completely unconscious at the time?

He may have been unconscious when he killed the Molten Lord, but after being hit by the light beam descending from God, he actually faintly regained some sense.

If I had to say it, it would sound like a dream. That feeling of vaguely knowing what you are doing, but you can't think of the details of what you are doing or why you are doing it.

The only thing Yan Muyun could be sure of was that he felt a similar aura to that god's from Lord Melting Demon.

When the giant golden hand appeared in the sky, he felt like...there was a mutant that was countless times more powerful than the king-level mutant.

When his will was extremely weak, he vaguely followed his inner instinct and rushed into the sky.

All this is so outrageous that speaking out may subvert the values ​​of people around the world.

Yan Muyun didn't dare to say it, and couldn't say it, at least not now.

At this moment, Zhou Xingxian by the window suddenly turned his head, startling him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Muyun laughed dryly.

"Remember where we talked before." Zhou Xingxian said lightly.

Have you been thinking about this before you got old?

Yan Muyun resisted the desire to complain and nodded: "You continue."

Zhou Xingxian stepped forward again and said, "Do you know why the gods take action later and later and less often?"

"Why?" Yan Muyun asked cooperatively.

"Because..." At this point, Zhou Xingxian's expression became particularly solemn: "His power is almost exhausted."

"Withered... exhausted?" Yan Muyun was speechless.

Zhou Xingxian waved his hand gently, and a holographic image of a middle-aged man appeared in front of the hospital bed.

This is a white man who looks to be in his fifties, with deep features, fine lines all over his face, light blond hair, and wearing a pure white luxurious robe with gold patterns on the surface.

"This is [God's Apostle] Constantine Leblanc. Two weeks ago, he announced through the world's major media that he had received God's will and has since become God's human spokesperson."

Yan Muyun didn't ask why people all over the world believed in this magic stick, because the things that could prove his identity were obvious.

Constantine's body is thin and slightly hunched. Under the cover of his half-drooped eyelids, the pupil of his left eye is crystal clear like colorless glass, and a bright golden light slowly overflows from the depths of his right eye.