The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 481: Unknown Copy (Part 3) (K long chapter, thank you everyone)
Yes, climb the stairs!
After climbing the stairs, you can go home!

This was the only thought in his mind, and he didn't even notice his daughter's cold eyes.

He suddenly looked up and saw that the god's face in the air had completely descended, close to the ground, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were filled with lively emotions.

Like the priest, a complex mixture of emotions and a strange sense weighing on his head.

Behind the divine face were countless people tangled together in clusters and strands, like rotten ribbons growing wildly behind the divine face.

Those people seemed to be in pain, but also seemed to be happy. The cries and laughter intertwined into a murmuring sound, which fell into Ling Fu's heart and gave rise to fear out of nowhere.

The Supreme God...

How could it become like this?
He saw this long staircase leading to the deep space beyond the face of God. Above the deep space were bright red clouds. Upon closer inspection, they were actually huge brains. He saw that between the brains was the door he had been waiting for for a long time.

This door attracted all his attention and filled him with longing. He couldn't help but quicken his pace and climb higher.

When he finally passed through the ribbons made of human bodies and arrived in front of the door, he suddenly heard painful groans from below, interweaving into one. He sensed something and looked down.

He was standing too high and couldn't see clearly. All he could see was the snow-white below turning into a bright red.

How is this going!

He looked carefully and saw the ministers kneeling on the ground. The priests rushed over and grabbed them. Then they tore off their hands and feet, and finally their heads, with their internal organs scattered all over the ground.

No one resisted, and no one could resist.

Outside the imperial city, blood flowed like a river, and the people killed each other as if they were offering sacrifices.

This is not right!
This strange and conflicting thought suddenly popped up in Ling Fu's mind. In front of the door he had dreamed of, he resolutely chose to give up and turned back to rush down the long steps.

When he rushed down, the ground was full of body parts.

"Prime Minister Ling, what are you doing? Didn't you always want to climb the stairs?" Wen Xuanning's voice echoed high up, cold and ruthless.

Ling Fu pretended not to hear, bent down, and grabbed the hand that was extended to him by a minister who had only half of his body left.

This is Lin Shaoqing.

"Prime Minister Ling..."

His eyes were becoming increasingly cloudy and he was losing consciousness.

"It's too late now. Your Majesty, you are going to become a god..."

Then, Lin Shaoqing suddenly looked up at the platform and smiled with a strange smile.

"Only when the emperor becomes a god and has a place in the kingdom of God can we obtain eternal life together." said another minister who only had his head left.

“This is the true gift of worship to God!”

Ling Fu then realized that he had originally thought that these ministers were lambs to be slaughtered, but now it seemed that all of them were volunteers.

There was the same fanaticism in their eyes.

Is this... the future of those who worship God?
Ling Fu woke up from his trance, but it was too late now. He was powerless to resist and could only let these beast-like priests tear his body into pieces.

He was lying on the ground, his face facing the platform. Through his vision blurred by the blood-red color, he could still vaguely make out the two bright yellow figures.

Then, a figure seemed to approach from behind, and then one of the bright yellow figures struggled and slowly fell down...

But he was too sleepy to continue watching and could only fall into a deep sleep.

……

Ling Fu woke up and found himself lying on the bed.

It seemed to be late at night, but Du Yue'e beside him was gone.

Ling Fu stood up and walked out. Suddenly he thought of something and subconsciously went to his daughter's yard.

The palace examination is coming soon, but Ling Yuke has been staying at home lately and is obviously unhappy.

It doesn't look like it's because of the examination results, because he was fine a few days ago.

I guess he had some conflict with that brat Wen Xuanning.

Ling Fu suddenly remembered the ridiculous dream he had just had. He felt dazed for a moment, and anger at being deceived surged in his heart.

And anger at myself.

How could she tolerate Wen Xuanning touching her own daughter!
Moreover, the original Wen Zhiliang...the current Wen Xuanning was not like this!

Ling Fu clenched his hands, then loosened them.

It was just a dream.

There was a light on in Ling Yuke's courtyard.

It's so late, why?
However, when he got closer to take a look, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

His daughter was lying in a pool of blood, her face facing him, her big eyes reflecting the light, lifeless.

There is a sword on the chest.

The person holding the sword was Du Yue'e.

At this time, Du Yue'e also drew out her sword and looked at Ling Fu coldly with a grim gaze.

Under the mental shock, Ling Fu stumbled backwards.

"Why, why do you do this?"

Ling Fu muttered to himself, still unable to believe it, and walked forward step by step, approaching the gradually stiffening body.

"Why did you kill your daughter!" he roared.

"Why?" Du Yue'e smiled coldly, with the long sword against his chest. An inch closer would mean life or death.

Ling Fu was forced to stop.

"Why pretend? Aren't you going to leave anyway?" Du Yue'e's voice was as sharp as a knife, piercing people's hearts.

Ling Fu was stunned: "Did you see it?"

"Well, I saw it. Lord Ling climbed the stairs alone and returned to his hometown." Du Yue'e said coldly.

"But..." Ling Fu frowned when he heard that. It was clear that in his dream just now, he was only one step away and did not go in.

Then, he remembered the assassin who suddenly appeared at the end of that vague dream.

"It was you?" Ling Fu suddenly realized, "On the day when God descended, it was you who killed... my daughter?"

"Humph, instead of letting Yu Ke become your tool and destroy the entire world, it would be better..." Du Yue'e's voice trembled more and more, "I only regret that I didn't do this earlier..."

Tears flowed down her face, and Ling Yuke's blood dripped from the sword that was pressed against Ling Fu's heart.

Then, the long sword penetrated inch by inch.

Ling Fu's heart also began to bleed.

Was he really wrong?
Thinking of those scenes, Ling Fu's heart ached, not knowing whether it was because of the cold sword or because of the horrible ending.

Isn’t it possible that worshippers of God are the answer?
……

"You are not the answer." At the end of this period, Ling Yuke, dressed in black, said to Liu Sheng.

At the end that Liu Sheng saw was still the crater.

This time she was able to retain some consciousness and stay longer.

So he could also see Ling Yuke, who was hiding in the darkness and watching the scene quietly.

Liu Sheng looked at Wen Xuanning who was being tempered in the crater in the distance, and finally understood.

"You are shaping a worshiper of God." Liu Sheng said.

The pattern at the corner of Ling Yuke's mouth lifted up, as if smiling in approval.

"Do you believe that those who worship God are the answer? Only the Supreme God can save the world and escape the cold night?" Liu Sheng asked Ling Yuke at this time.

"Yes, you said...you wanted to create a new Tang Kingdom, and everyone believed you, even the snow mountain endorsed you, but what was the result?"

"Everything you did consumed countless manpower and resources, and finally even angered the Supreme God, causing the cold night to fall."

"He is indeed a person who cannot communicate with God and has no faith in his heart."

"But thank you for letting me know that the Supreme God is the hope of the human world."

Ling Yuke looked at Wen Xuanning, the deep red light from the crater shone on her face, revealing a blush.

"You will do whatever it takes to put him in a high position and make him the savior." Liu Sheng murmured.

"Yes, this is my plan."

"I want to save the world."

"You will never know how lonely it will be when you are the only one left in the world." Ling Yuke said in a low voice.

Liu Sheng was silent. She felt her consciousness gradually slipping away.

Using up the last bit of his strength, Liu Sheng asked, "So...what are your plans for Xiaoxiang Tower?"

"Xiaoxiang Tower? What Xiaoxiang Tower?" Ling Yuke's voice was filled with doubt.

It turned out to be the case.

Then, Liu Sheng's consciousness shattered like a bubble.

……

Jiang Caibin returned just a few days after the results of the imperial examination were announced.

He remembered that Ling Yuke died around this time.

So he followed her closely every day.

Originally he was spending his days in debauchery, but now he has to follow Ling Yuke, who is still a nuisance, and he can't be discovered.

But it is quite difficult.

Because at this time, Ling Yuke often went in and out of the Wen Mansion.

Fortunately, he has already mastered the skills to sneak into the Wen Mansion and even become familiar with the place, becoming the new maid "Bingbing" in the Wen Mansion.

Unfortunately, the focus at this time was Ling Yuke, so Jiang Caibin did not create trouble and steal those little red, little gray and little black ones.

But there were other gains as well.

For example, Wen Xuanning likes Old Lady Lu.

For example, Wen Xuanning contacted the worshippers through his father, or rather, his son.

For example, Wen Xuanning likes to talk to himself while looking at the ring on his hand.

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Caibin saw Ling Yuke coming again.

"You're really asking for trouble. I don't like your style! You're too young!"

Jiang Caibin murmured in his heart, but still stood aside with his head lowered and his ears submissive, pretending that he didn't exist.

Afterwards, he witnessed the two of them having the most intense quarrel in recent days, and Ling Yuke ran away crying.

Jiang Caibin was originally standing far away, and now he found an excuse to go to the toilet and followed him out.

But he was still a little late when he left the house, after all, he had to change out of his maid's uniform, so when he chased out, he could no longer see where Ling Yuke had gone.

He hurried to the Ling Mansion to inquire about the news, but learned that Ling Yuke had not returned yet.

Suddenly he realized something was wrong and quickly ran back to the Jiang Mansion.

"Master, why are you back so early today?" When the servant Qingzhu saw Jiang Caibin climbing over the wall dejectedly, he hurried forward to help him wipe off the remaining powder on his face.

Jiang Caibin casually replied: "Well, I'm looking for my brother."

"Just the young master?" Qing Zhu asked curiously, "It seemed that he returned home, but he left in a hurry just now."

No, no!

Jiang Caibin decisively went out again and ran out of Chang'an City.

When he arrived at the mass grave where they had found Ling Yuke's body, he saw...

Ling Yuke fell to the ground, obviously dead, with a sword stuck in his chest, and the hilt was in Jiang Caizhi's hand.

It’s too late after all!

He took out something tremblingly, arranged it properly, and then walked forward.

When Jiang Caizhi saw Jiang Caibin, the confused expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes burned red with ferocious bloodthirstiness.

He raised the long sword in his hand and rushed straight towards Jiang Caibin...

Ling Yuke is the beginning of everything (?), hehe!
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