Chapter 292

Bai Jiamu blurted out: "Why did you suddenly tell Bai Liu's fortune?!"

"What fortune-telling!" Nishen retorted angrily, "My skill is called [Listen to God's Words], which is a different thing from fortune-telling, okay?"

"It's all bad." There was a killer sequence teammate next to him excitedly coming over, "What did you figure out?"

Nishen's gaze paused, and he smiled: "The birth of a new god has been calculated."

Bai Jiamu quickly thought of the group of aborigines who like to raise snakes, and their strange attitude towards Bai Liu, he frowned: "You mean that Bai Liu will believe in a new god for these aboriginals in this dungeon? "

Ni Shen turned around, no emotion could be heard in his voice: "It's sort of."

"The origins of the gods are the same. Bai Liu can be selected here, which proves that he has been selected in all copies, so he keeps meeting the old god... level npc."

Ni Shen was silent for a moment: "The evil god prefers Bai Liu to be his next successor, and he is inducing Bai Liu to kill a god-level npc."

Bai Jiamu frowned: "What do you mean?"

Nishen turned his face and smiled again: "I also understand it very well, that is, I saw some things that the gods talked about, and the prophecy is like this."

"Even I, a prophet, sometimes don't know whether what I prophesy is true, or whether the gods deliberately sent down these words to make me think astray."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more he understood, his brows were almost knotted: "You mean God told a lie?"

Ni Shen shook his head: "You know the identity of my skill, similar to the judge in Zong's house, and my skill is to accept the oracle about the future from God, and use this prophetic oracle to judge everyone .”

"The oracle is absolutely real, and the oracle can indeed see everything about what will happen to everyone in the future."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more confused he became: "Then why..."

Ni Shen slightly lowered his eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something, and when he spoke again, he changed the subject abruptly, "Do you know how to not lie, but perfectly deceive a person?"

Bai Jiamu was startled: "How?"

Nishen looked up at Bo Jiamu, with a strange smile on his face: "That is to tell him only a few words about the truth."

"The oracle is the perfect expression of this deceitful thinking."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a strange smell of bonfires in the dense jungle.

In the center of the indigenous territory going into the lake, there is a shed built with broad leaves and grass roots rubbed together. Under the shed is a two-person tall wooden statue. The center of the eyebrows and forehead of the god are painted with a unique ‌ Grass oily red paint.

Around the statue, there were six piles of torches. In such a rainy weather, the flames not only did not go out, but also burned higher and higher strangely under the blowing of the wind.

The body was covered with red paint, and the aborigines danced around the idol and the six torch piles in a strange circle, hitting their own knees, and humming a well-known sinister tune.

Kneeling in front of the statue was a man lying on all fours in the mud. This man was the traditional leader of the aboriginals. ‌Pray without stopping:

"God, you have given us a vast land and abundant rain, and you have shown us the enemy and the crisis in advance, and you have given us Pluto, the lake of death, as a harbor for defense. When we are here, rain down the rain and dew to help us fight back."

"The victory will be ours, because God has foretold it all."

"You once sent an oracle to tell us that the only way to get rid of those evil foreigners who occupy our land and enslave our bodies is to kill the factory manager."

The person kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head, as if he was afraid of offending the wooden sculpture. He raised his neck and looked at the statue frantically:

"You and I agree so much. That factory manager is indeed a despicable and shameless stranger, using a hypocritical appearance to confuse us!"

"We have regained our freedom under the instructions of your oracle, and the next step is to win this war. God, please tell us, tell you weak and devout believers, what should we do?"

"To this end, I will offer your favorite offering, our desire and pain!"

After finishing speaking, the man climbed into the shed and put his ears on the ground, as if he was listening to the oracle from the gods, and nodded from time to time in response, with a solemn expression, as if he really heard something.

The other natives waited with bated breath.

After a while, the man came out of the shed cautiously. He stood, his eyes flickering with determination, and there was an unconcealable malice in his voice:

"God said, kill that guy and that new commander, and push me back to the top, and God will restore everything we once had."

"Everything will return to peace."

on the boat.

Bai Jiamu was still thinking about the question Nishen said just now, and he couldn't help asking: "Ni Shen, even if the oracle has the possibility of inducing and deceiving people, even though I think God really exists, why don't you Does that mean that few people except you can hear the so-called oracle?"

Bai Jiamu doesn't believe in religion, he has a skeptical attitude towards these gods and gods, and it's okay for Nishen.

This magic stick has a strong sense of self-management—Ni Shen does not believe in God, but only uses the prophecy as a reference. Sometimes he does not take the oracle seriously, and even carries out instructions behind his back Come.

That's why this guy was called [Adversary God Judger] before.

"You want to ask me, why can npc hear the oracle in a dungeon, right?" Ni Shen sat beside the boat and rowed, and he looked back at Bo Jiamu with a smile, "except for judges like me who can give God makes a one-way phone call to ask him about the oracle, and whether ordinary people can hear the oracle depends on the intensity of the person's inner desire."

"In other words, most of the oracles that a person can hear are what he wants to hear from God, and they are in line with his own desires to move toward something."

"Historically, most of the cases where oracles were heard were because the person wanted to gain a certain status, so he used theocracy as a guise to persecute others."

Ni Shen withdrew his gaze: "It is also possible to rule out that some people can really hear the oracle. The oracle really likes to give hints to people with such strong desires, and then use these people to mess up the world. , and then use these people to control the world.”

"God doesn't want to see a world of peace, so that he has no value in existence."

Several Killer Sequence members who wanted to hear gossip all leaned over and squatted next to Nishen, and the small wooden boat fell to one side afterward.

Nishen quickly moved his feet to the other side, stopped two team members running this way, stabilized the boat, and said helplessly: "It's fine if you don't help row the boat and watch me row by myself. , Why are you still helping to capsize the ship? You are undercover agents sent by the traditional indigenous people to assassinate me."

The team members nodded seriously: "That's not possible. The traditional faction has an advantage in the game. We may be able to pass the level directly by lying down with your head."

Against God: "..."

I worked so hard to bring them through the game for what the hell.

Several Killer Sequence members were all grinning, they all knew that they came to this dungeon to help Spades get in shape.

Originally, the team members were very young. During this process of running in and out with Spades, coupled with the back-and-forth tactician of Nishen, it really felt like playing a game. They all played well. very relaxing.

Bai Jiamu took the oar from Nishen, and asked curiously: "When my desire is very strong, I can't hear the oracle."

Nishen squinted at him: "At a young age, you can have strong desires, and God needs someone to have a very strong desire."

A team member next to him teased meaningfully: "Oh, you are young, Bo Jiamu, is it when you wake up every day when you have the strongest desire?"

Bai Jiamu raised his head angrily and gave this person a slap: "Bai Yi, you are going to tell me such a colorful joke just because you are my brother-in-law! Be careful, I will cut you into pieces Feed the fish!"

Bai Yi touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and shut up.

Bai Jiamu looked at Nishen, and retorted fiercely with red ears: "Is Bailiu young? Are you saying that he was chosen by God to be the successor? Then can he have strong desires?" Just get up every day and come there by yourself!"

Bai Yi quietly retorted from the side: "Hey, he married Spade, so it was he and Spade who played at night."

Bergamo: "..."

Against God: "..."

After a while, Bai Yi touched his chin, and added thoughtfully: "Of course, if Bai Liu has strong desires, it's impossible to come again in the morning, or it may be from morning till night..."

Bai Jiamu hit Bai Yi's butt with his oar expressionlessly, knocking him into the water hard.

Bai Yi's head emerged from the water soon, and he looked at Bai Jiamu incredulously, with grievances visible to the naked eye on his face: "Why are you beating me? This is what I said, Bai Liu He said it himself, he said that he and Spades used 18 boxes of avoid-gululu in one night!!"

Bai Jiamu stood up and stepped on the side of the boat, and pressed the oar against Bai Yi's head with a furious expression: "Shut up, I'm underage!"

Bai Yi screamed: "Bai Jiamu, you can stop young people from telling pornographic jokes because you are underage, you will be an adult in only one month!"

"Young people should have pornographic freedom—!! Gululu—! Spade is married, do you still deny the fact that he has a partner and sex/life! Gululu——!"

Bai Yi pressed loudly: "You just don't want to be reconciled to being the last one in the team to stay single. Even the purebred straight man Spade found a wife earlier than you..."

Bai Jiamu was red from his ears to the base of his neck, and he slapped Bai Yi's face twice with his paddle with a ferocious expression.

Bai Yi fell back dizzily, with mosquito coils in his eyes, and the water gradually disappeared from the bubbles.

Bai Jiamu took two deep breaths, then flushed with fierce eyes, sat down very calmly, and looked at Nishen squarely: "I don't mind at all, at all, that I am the last single male in the killer sequence team, don't you Listen to his nonsense."

Ni Shen calmly ignored the blood stains on the oars, and gave him a thumbs up: "It's a good job to kill relatives with righteousness."