2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Everyone, including Gao Cheng and Xu Wenzhe, seemed to have turned into lifelike clay sculptures, standing frozen in place in different postures.

In the woods ahead, three figures slowly walked out.

"Please convey our apologies for what happened tonight. We were forced to do so, and we did not want to be enemies of your country." The East Asian young man standing in the middle said with a slightly strange Chinese accent, and his tone was quite... For sincerity.

However, everyone present had turned into puppets that could only move their eyeballs, and the only answer to him was obviously silence.

"Your cat is very cute, and I didn't hurt it. Now I can only hope that the little guy can be smarter and not be burned to death by the wildfire." The white woman on the left covered her mouth and chuckled, watching with eyes as transparent as glass. Xu Wenzhe is standing in the front row.

Immediately she turned to look at her partner on the other side, her red lips parted slightly: "Let's go, Amir."

The Indian-faced man named Amir was about to make a move, but was stopped by the East Asian young man in the middle who looked to be about the same age as the other students: "Please wait for me first."

Then he turned around and slowly raised his hands. His left arm was trembling more obviously, and he was obviously injured.

The next moment, a light blue brilliance burst out in front of him. The thick milk-like clouds were carried by the howling wind and quickly covered half of the mountain that was a thousand meters high from bottom to top, illuminating half of the sky. The empty blazing fire completely enveloped it.

The temperature on the originally unbearably hot summer night suddenly dropped to below zero, and heavy snow fell like goose feathers from the sky.

This young man from East Asia who looked to be no more than 20 years old actually created a blizzard with a radius of several thousand meters by himself in an instant!

Yingshan turned around for a long time, with no expression on his handsome and thin face, as if this kind of thing was simple for him, and it was not an act worth showing his emotions at all: "I am half responsible for causing such a big fire. Now I put it out.”

Because I was wrong, I corrected it.

The flat tone made people feel a hint of almost absurd seriousness...and childishness.

Then he saw the Indian's hand on his shoulder, and the three of them disappeared.

Time returned to its normal flow, and everyone's movements returned to normal, but no one spoke for a long time.

...

Halfway up the mountain, hundreds of meters of scorched earth that had been burned by flames and barren of vegetation was now covered with a thin layer of white frost.

"Huh..." Ye Buyu exhaled a breath of white air, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the naked guy beside him, with a faint dark red under his skin: "Isn't it cold?"

Yan Muyun didn't answer, he just squatted on the ground with his hands on his knees, staring ahead blankly.

"Aren't you cold?" Ye Buyu leaned over to his ear and raised his voice.

Yan Muyun shuddered inexplicably, turned his head and forced a smile: "What a stupid question you are asking."

This is indeed a stupid question. Even the most junior genetic warrior will not be bothered by this level of coldness, let alone his "melting demon".

"Tsk, the main reason is that I'm very impersonal if you don't ask." Ye Buyu wrinkled his nose: "What were you thinking about just now?"

"I didn't think anything of it."

"Remembering what that woman said before?"

Yan Muyun was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Twenty minutes ago, after Yingshan was knocked unconscious by Ye Buyu, the white woman rushed back almost immediately.

She did not attack the two of them again, but just picked up her partner, then looked at Yan Muyun and left a message:

"I have read some of your Chinese novels. If there is any content involving Western religions in them, nine out of ten of them will be the final villain of the Holy See, who is hypocritical and evil. I don't know if you were affected by these plots before you turned against us. Be so wary. But I want to remind you that fiction is just fiction and cannot be confused with reality."

At that time, Yan Muyun chuckled and said without hesitation: "In real history, your religion doesn't do many human affairs."

What he didn't expect was that the white woman nodded: "Yes, you are right. But if you think about it carefully, has God really asked people to believe in Him since he came to this world? Has he really asked people to believe in Him? To ask for something, or to constrain people's actions or thoughts? In fact, you don't even know His exact title even now."

"Did you know?" Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't know." The white woman shook her head: "He never asked people to recite His name, nor did He ask people to believe in His power. He just silently guarded the world. Even the prayer rituals spread among the people are all strange. That’s how people express their piety to the gods in their own way.”

Yan Muyun stopped talking, because what the other party said was what he had seen with his own eyes since he woke up, and he could not refute it.

"If you stay here, you are just a pawn of secular public power, and everything you do is based on the interests of a country. Becoming a divine envoy and serving the gods, you are protecting the safety of all mankind. Which is more important, I believe you will make your own judgment."

"You speak Chinese very smoothly, but the more you practice your accent, the better it will be." Yan Muyun said sincerely.

The white woman closed her mouth, shook her head slightly as if she thought he was hopeless, and then prepared to leave with the unconscious Yingshan Jiu.

However, Yan Muyun suddenly asked at this moment: "You claim to be the guardians of all mankind. What did you protect during the global catastrophe more than half a year ago?"

The white woman turned back and looked at him deeply, with an indescribable emotion in her gray-blue eyes. It seems helpless, it seems pitiful, it seems like the tolerance of those who master the truth for offending the ignorant.

This look pierced Yan Muyun's heart, causing an unknown fire to rise in his chest, and he wanted to stop the other party and explain what she wanted to express.

However, the white woman said nothing, turned around and disappeared into the sea of ​​fire and billowing smoke.

...

"So, do you really want to be that kind of divine messenger?" Ye Buyu squatted beside Yan Muyun and tilted his head to look at him.

Yan Muyun hugged his legs tighter, as if he was afraid of being exposed, and asked, "What do you think? Should I go?"

"This is your business, why let me make the decision?"

"Ask your opinion."

"I don't know." Ye Buyu shook his head: "But I don't think they are bad people."

"Did you hear her heart?" Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes." Ye Buyu shrank his neck like a little quail: "When you asked what they were protecting, I saw the scene of fighting alien species in her mind, as well as some sporadic thoughts. "

"Tell me about it."

"She thinks you are a little frog at the bottom of the well..."

"You can skip this, let's focus on the key points."

"These 'gods' were not incompetent in the global catastrophe more than half a year ago. In fact, if it weren't for them, many weak countries and regions might have suffered heavy casualties. Oh... I understand. Like We in China, as well as the North and South American Federation and some European countries, can handle most crises with our own strength, so those 'gods' basically don't stay in these places. They usually are in Southeast Asia and Latin America. , Africa and other regional activities..."

Having said this, Ye Buyu blinked: "This answers some of my questions. No wonder the previous catastrophes in those areas ended quickly and inexplicably without causing too many casualties. It turned out to be because of them."

"You mean, these guys who call themselves angels have been doing good deeds incognito, and no one even reported that they solved several catastrophes in different areas?" Yan Muyun couldn't help but ask.

"To be precise, there are reports, but almost no one knows that they did it." Ye Buyu corrected.

"Hiss... Is this really a noble organization that is free from vulgar tastes and only does practical things without asking for rewards?" Yan Muyun had a toothache.