Chapter 2150 There Is Something Wrong with This World

Outside the window, the inner and outer city areas are quite distinct.

Compared with Gus and others in the wooden house.

People who can live in the stone buildings in the city are undoubtedly much happier.

However, after Xiao Yu flew over, he found that the residents in the city did not look happy.

They live just as cautiously, and are worried that external forces will destroy their hard-earned happiness.

They also have to be cautious when providing services to those upper classes, and be careful of their peers.

Lest they accidentally replace their jobs with the younger sons of their peers.

Every day when they wake up, they have to worry about whether there will be a letter from their employer in their mailbox.

Deeply regretful, this opening text is the nightmare of countless people in the city.

"Deeply regretful."

"Due to funding issues, Bode Castle has applied for bankruptcy protection."

"The association regrets to inform you that you have been fired."

"The letter contains compensation equivalent to your ten days of work."

"I wish you can find a new job in ten days."

"Thank you, Lord of the Spiral!"

In the early morning, the sky was just getting light.

Ron, a slender gardener, saw the letter he least wanted to see in the mailbox.

"How could this happen?"

Ron rubbed his hair, which was already few in number.

At the age of 20, he relied on this job in the city to meet several lifelong loves in the church early on and raised five children.

There are no schools in the city.

Most of the knowledge is controlled by the church.

The rest are also family traditions of each family, which are their trump cards left in the city.

Rules such as passing on the son but not the daughter-in-law, and passing on the eldest son but not the youngest son are all basic operations.

Ron's family is a gardener.

His grandfather is, his father is, he is, and his son will be in the future.

Ron has considered that he will only pass on his skills to the smartest child.

For the others, they can only pray for their own luck.

Perhaps, they will be lucky enough to be selected to go to sea or even serve the church.

Although, it is said that the priests of the church must castrate themselves before joining the church in order to get closer to the gods and understand the will of God.

But this problem is obviously not a problem.

Wait until you return to the arms of the Lord of the Spiral after death.

That thing will definitely come back, right?

Ron didn't dare to ask the priest these questions, but he guessed that it should be like this, and told his children so, so that they would not give up because of fear of physical defects when they had the opportunity one day.

However, Ron could not stop others, and he taught himself or passed it on to other children over a long period of time.

After all, more and more people know gardening, but the number of noble lords and churches that need this craft is limited.

The result is naturally that it is becoming more and more difficult to find a job, and being fired is almost equivalent to being sentenced to a lifetime of life.

"Cough cough cough!"

Fear and fear made Ron's face pale, and the cold wind blew.

He coughed loudly.

He covered his mouth and coughed for a while.

Ron found that there were a lot of blood streaks on the palm of his hand.

He frowned, but didn't care too much.

Since the air in the sky has become more and more choking, there are many people coughing and bleeding.

The church has come forward to explain.

The deterioration of air is a test from the Lord of the Spiral to these despicable people.

This is not only the case here, but also in other cities.

Ron agreed with this explanation.

He had heard the history of the continent recited by the priests.

He was smart and keenly aware that there were many more people now than a thousand years ago.

There were so many competitors for the divine grace. As a god, how could he not raise the threshold and increase the difficulty of the exam?

Thinking of this, Ron took a few deep breaths of the choking air and kept his face calm.

With his savings, Ron could still support him for fifteen days.

He walked out of the block without stopping, hoping to find a new job in these fifteen days.

Xiao Yu leaned on Ron's shoulder and entered the city with him.

The streets were clean and it was obvious that someone had cleaned them.

Then... there were buildings.

Haha, the inscriptions of the Spiral Church can really be seen everywhere.

Xiao Yu looked around and saw in his heart that the structure of this city and this continent became clearer and clearer.

Gus at the bottom and Ron in the middle.

They all filled in large pieces of the puzzle.

Next.

Xiao Yu looked at a church.

The priests in the church were standing outside the door, praying for some frustrated people and comforting their hearts.

From Ron's dream, Xiao Yu already knew that these frustrated people would soon pack up and leave, taking their families to work.

Glancing at the priest.

After seeing it with his own eyes, Xiao Yu was sure that these priests really had no handle.

This reminded Xiao Yu of the priests in the Holy Lord City in the real world.

I heard that there are many archbishops in the Holy Lord City who have no handle.

It is said that there is another one who was caught doing those shameful things, and then the villagers rushed to help the archbishop who was still a priest to complete the most important step and cut off the handle.

As a result, after losing the handle, the archbishop really got spiritual sublimation, so he devoted himself to studying theology, and finally promoted to archbishop without relying on relationships, and was able to leave his name in the future.

As a result, a castration faction emerged in Europe, which strongly agreed with this view.

Judging from historical records, most people are talking about it, but very few are willing to take actual action.

It is really inferior to the Spiral Church in this continent.

Look at others and practice what you do.

Everyone has no excuses and can concentrate on dedicating himself to the gods.

Consider carefully.

Xiao Yu did not go to find the priest, but attached himself to a luxurious carriage at a turning area.

In the carriage was a middle-aged man with a mustache and bright eyes.

In this continent, the very fact that a person can reach middle age shows that this person has an extraordinary status.

After a while, Xiao Yu also learned the identity of this new target.

Lord Hull.

One of the established nobles in this city.

One-tenth of the black stone factories in the periphery are his industry or are closely related to his industry.

The longer people live, the more they think.

The same is true for the intelligent creatures in this secret realm.

Growing up in this city, I watched the city repeat its operations in an unchanging way, like a giant beast devouring human lives and creating despair.

Lord Hull has been doubting everything around him.

He always felt.

This world shouldn't be like this.

No one should live in such depression and numbness.

Although his talent was not bad, every time he looked up at the stars, he would feel inexplicably heavy.

He would think of the numb people he saw during his inspections.

"The Lord of the Spiral will make everyone happy."

Every time Lord Hull thought of this, he would immediately pinch the disc seal on his chest and silently repeat the prayers of the priests to hypnotize himself.

"Pfft."

"Can the world after death really become happy?"

After hearing the thoughts of this upper-class person, Xiao Yu moved slightly, and suddenly words came out in his mind.

Lord Hull in the carriage suddenly stiffened.

Subconsciously, he wanted to ask, but then he thought of something and closed his mouth, pretending that nothing happened.

This calmness and caution made Lord Hel's impression in Xiao Yu's eyes even higher.

Click.

The carriage returned to the castle in the city.

Lord Hull slowly got out of the carriage.

He glanced at the neighbor's fortress.

It was a white fortress building one floor larger than Lord Hel's castle.

Originally it belonged to an old earl, but later it became that of a rising viscount.

Today, the viscount went bankrupt and simply packed up and left, becoming a deacon in a certain factory of Lord Hull.

The frustration of these nobles has always alerted Lord Hull.

He didn't dare to be careless at all, let alone do things according to his heart.

He knew very well that if he was not careful, he might lose everything and end up working at the bottom in despair.

I may still not worry about hunger and thirst, but the next generation will be like those numb workers.

Therefore, even when I was patrolling, I felt deeply moved and felt that the people under my command were really tired and suffering.

He might be able to help a little bit.

But he quickly gave up the idea.

The church's procurement will not buy its own goods at a fair price just because he is so kind.

They just want something at the lowest price that still meets their quality needs.

The current situation is the currently known optimal solution under such rules.

A better solution depends on which genius factory owner discovers a more efficient way to squeeze labor, and then everyone follows up.

Those who cannot do it, or fail to learn the essence, will go bankrupt and be acquired by others.

Lord Hull knew the logic.

Thinking deeper, he knew that this kind of gameplay was definitely unsustainable!

Eventually, everything will fall apart.

None of him, nor any of his colleagues, could escape the flood caused by the collapse!

Faintly, Lord Hull had an illusion.

He suspected that nobles like them would be implicated in such a collapse in the afterlife.

This is what Lord Hull is most worried about.

Lord Hel also wants to break away from a world that will surely come to an end if this continues.

It's a pity that he can't do it!

Even for a nobleman, a very successful nobleman, Lord Hull can only drift with the tide like a gear.

Bang bang bang.

After Lord Hel returned to his castle, he quickened his pace a little anxiously.

He dismissed the servants, returned to his room, made himself a pot of black tea, and waited.

Xiao Yu smiled slightly and easily pulled Lord Hel into the dream world.

Lord Hull only felt his eyes blurred.

In the next breath.

He saw himself sitting in a pavilion in a large garden filled with flowers.

On the marble table in the pavilion, there is a pot of scented tea.

The fragrance of tea penetrated the heart and lungs, making Lord Hel open his mouth slightly, feeling that this was a taste he had never felt before.

"Try it, it'll be good for your soul."

Xiao Yu transformed into the Qingyun Sword Immortal and came to Lord Hel. He showed a kind and kind smile and sat in front of Lord Hel.

Lord Hel looked at Qingyun Sword Immortal and was surprised by his good looks.

After looking around again, he sat down, took a sip, and whispered:

"Are you... the messenger of the Spiral Lord?"

"messenger?"

"Ah!"

Xiao Yu showed his white teeth.

"I don't dare to be the messenger of such false gods."

"No, it shouldn't be a false god."

"This kind of action of playing with the soul and blaspheming the soul is clearly an evil god."

Xiao Yu sighed.

The word evil god made Lord Hull's eyes widen.

In fact, there are no words like evil god and false god in the language of this continent.

However, with Xiao Yu's mental power, it is still easy to let the other party know the meaning of these new words.

As a result, Lord Hull quickly figured out everything.

He trembled a little and got goose bumps all over his body.

Then he whimpered:

"Evil...evil god?"

"You mean that the Lord of the Spiral is fake, and those priests deceived us?"

"No, that's not right. Those priests may also be poor people who were deceived. We...the whole world has been deceived?"

Xiao Yu didn't say much.

But smart people can always make up a whole cause and effect for you with just a few words.

This is also the reason why Xiao Yu likes to deal with such smart people.

It saves trouble and allows the other party to help you fill in the loopholes in your words.

"I can show you the truth of this world."

"But, do you dare to see it?"

Xiao Yu looked at Lord Hull who was a little crazy and asked softly.

"Look!"

"I must see it clearly!"

Lord Hull widened his eyes and stretched his neck.

Xiao Yu waved his hand.

In the dream, a projection emerged as his mind moved.

In the projection, the whole picture of the secret continent floating in the ocean appeared.

It is worth mentioning that in order to avoid being detected, Xiao Yu did not really peek into the truth of this world.

He just deduced what the whole puzzle should look like.

After thinking about it, relying on the powerful creative ability of the dream world, he projected it to Lord Hull.

Lord Hull's breathing became heavier.

This is normal. He has never seen a movie, and it is normal for him to see the projection screen comparable to a stereoscopic theater and be visually shocked.

The story of the projection progressed quickly.

Lord Hull then saw the lives of those poor lower class, anxious middle class, and helpless upper class.

And saw that gray lines kept emerging from these people's bodies, and combined with the behemoth in the sky, formed a large group of dark clouds that seemed to cover half of the sky of the continent!

The dark clouds are not just gray lines.

And those dead people, after being simply treated by the priests of the church, their souls were taken into the dark clouds along the gray lines.

This scene made Lord Hull very excited.

Will the soul really be taken by the Lord of the Spiral?

But... that's not right, why would the soul that entered the dark cloud become so painful?

In the dark cloud, countless twisted human faces protruded from the surface, and seemed to be wailing constantly.

Just looking at those faces.

Lord Hull had a kind of empathy and despair.

That was the despair and pain of being deceived and finally having hope crushed!

Just felt it.

Lord Hull couldn't help but tremble in pain and half-knelt on the ground.

Tears couldn't stop dripping.

This world... really shouldn't be like this!

Thinking of this, Lord Hull realized something, and pointed at himself with a trembling finger:

"Will a noble like me be like this?"

"No, you are special."

Xiao Yu shook his head and enlarged a projection.

It was a barely detectable white cloud, right next to the dark cloud.

The souls of the nobles will enter here.