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

Chapter 681: Heartwarming Action
Sanjar had never expected that the Little Green Garden would contain such a group of lunatics who dared to burn the idol.

He felt cold in his heart, how could he dare to break in? He could only step back step by step, quietly avoiding this place.

Who would have thought that after taking a few steps back, I bumped into something and almost screamed.
But suddenly a hand covered his mouth.

"Sh-!"

It was a human voice, very close and with a hint of urgency.

The other party seemed to have no ill intentions. Sanjar struggled slightly, then stopped and let the man gently drag him away from the strange temple.

As he got closer, Sanjar smelled a strong scent of stone.

He worked as a mineral materials dealer for a while, so he was very familiar with this smell.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Sanjar pulled himself back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was finally away from the strange temple.

Sanjar turned around and saw that the man was wearing a felt hat, which covered most of his face, but he was still recognizable.

"It's you...the scholar in the restaurant!"

He wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by the scholar: "Don't say anything yet, go to my place, it's safe there."

Sanjar was still full of doubts, but now he was cold and tired, with nowhere to go, and the sight of such a normal and kind-hearted scholar almost brought tears to his eyes.

The scholar led the way in front, skillfully clearing the snow and making a path for Sanjar so that he could walk more easily.

Soon, the two arrived at a dilapidated hut and saw a small courtyard surrounded by a high wall behind the house.

"The house is a little messy, please don't mind." The scholar said embarrassedly.

"No, no, it's already good."

Sanjar was in no mood to care about the mess. He forced himself to follow the scholar into the house, shaking off the snow and rubbing his stiff hands and feet.

He mobilized a trace of spiritual energy to flow through his body, letting the coldness fade away.

"You dare to use spiritual energy?"

The voice came out of nowhere and made Sanjar's heart skip a beat.

He turned his head and saw the scholar leaning against the stove lighting a fire, his eyes deep and seeming to have some other meaning.

Seeing Sanjar's suspicious face, the scholar raised his lips and said, "Don't tell me you didn't feel it..."

"The God's favor is gone."

The divine favor is gone.

These four words hit Sanjar like thunder. He was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

The scholar smiled indifferently and lowered his head to fiddle with the fire: "You seem to still be hoping for something, or... are you afraid of being regarded as a blasphemer?"

Sanjar remained silent, looking at the flickering light of the fire with complicated eyes.

"What are you afraid of? If you can survive, you are lucky. It doesn't matter how you survive. As for the rest, does it matter?"

The scholar's voice was very soft, but every word hit Sanjar's heart.

He lowered his head and moved closer to the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames slowly dispelling the cold, and murmured softly: "Yeah... Whether I can survive and leave here is still a question."

Can I still see my father?
The self-pitying musings were interrupted by clothes being thrown in the face.

The scholar said, "You are soaked, put this on."

It turned out that Sanjar's clothes had melted with the snow and were sticking to his body.

"No, I brought some clothes..."

He touched his waist, but was suddenly shocked to find that the storage bag was missing!
The scholar seemed to have expected this and whispered, "I guess you dropped it when you were running in the snow just now? Change it with mine first."

Sanjar felt a little warm in his heart and was grateful for the scholar's attentiveness, so he took the clothes and saw a screen in the room, so he walked over and prepared to change behind the screen.

The scholar joked, "We are all men, what are you afraid of? I heard that you Mobei people are the most casual, but I didn't expect you to be shy."

Sanjar smiled innocently and didn't say anything.

He took off his wet clothes and hung them on the screen.

As he was putting on his new pants, he bent down and accidentally caught a glimpse of something in the corner of the room beside the bed behind him.

It seemed to be a huge black shadow.

The fire in the stove was dim and blocked by the screen, so I could only see a little through the bright edge.

It looks like a foot.

Sanjar was shocked.

But when he looked more closely, he found that the foot was much larger than a normal person's, and was gray in color, with stone texture clearly visible. It was obviously not a real person, but a stone statue. Sanjar wanted to take a closer look, but he suddenly heard the scholar's voice outside the screen: "What took you so long? Are you dressed?"

The sound was very close, as if it was right on the screen.

Sanjar looked up and saw the scholar's face hanging on the screen, a pair of eyes with very obvious whites staring at him.

He was terrified and hurriedly put on his pants, but he was tripped by his trouser leg, and his body suddenly lost balance, and in panic he bumped into the screen.

The screen was knocked down and his body fell out, but the firelight came in and illuminated the dim corner of the room.

Finally, the huge object in the corner of the room was illuminated.

A very familiar faceless statue stood in the corner of the room, looking at him with compassion.

"This is... the statue of the Supreme God!" Sanjar exclaimed.

The scholar's voice came from the darkness, and asked coldly: "Yes...what's wrong?"

Sanjar looked up and saw the scholar's figure hidden in the darkness, his breath becoming increasingly heavy, and his steps slowly approaching.

Sanjar quickly got up, his heart pounding, and after weighing the distance between the front and back doors, he immediately turned and ran towards the back door.

Outside the back door is the small courtyard surrounded by a wall.

As Sanjar ran in, he suddenly stopped, his eyes full of fear.

In the yard, there stood a number of snow-white human figures, their faces covered with snow, making it impossible to see their facial features clearly, but they were looking towards him, as if cold gazes were staring at him.

"Why, are you scared?" The scholar's voice sounded behind him, like the whisper of a poisonous snake.

Sanjar's heart skipped a beat and, not caring that he had no shirt on, he rushed forward, falling among the human figures and keeping a distance from the scholar who had appeared at the door.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain under his bare feet. He looked down and seemed to have stepped on some sharp gravel.

The blood dripped onto the snow, like red plum blossoms in full bloom.

"So lovely……"

Following the sound, Sanjar saw the scholar's gaze falling on the red snow, his eyes full of obsession.

I was suddenly shocked. This is a pervert...

The scholar smiled coldly, took out a chisel from his sleeve, and walked towards Sanjar step by step.

"What are you going to do?" Sanjar trembled, fear in his eyes.

The scholar still smiled, his steps were neither hurried nor slow, his tone was gentle but with a chilling coldness:
"To help you survive, of course. Otherwise, why would I invite you to my house?"

"What do you mean... help me survive?"

Sanjar endured the pain in his feet and retreated while asking. With the cover of the stone statue, he quietly reached his hand into his arms.

"I just said that as long as you can survive, why would you care what form you take?" The scholar showed a trace of impatience. "With your current appearance, you won't survive a day here. I'm only helping you because we're both believers of the Supreme God. You should be grateful."

Sanjar didn't know how this scholar was going to help him, but judging from his attitude, it was definitely not the way he wanted.

He suppressed the panic in his heart, quickly took out the almost last high-level lightning talisman from his arms, and threw it forward, and spiritual energy poured into the talisman.

With a thunderous roar, lightning tore through the courtyard like a rainstorm. The blazing electric light exploded in the air, and the air instantly became hot and dazzling.

The white snow was evaporated by lightning and turned into steaming mist.

The dilapidated house collapsed, and the huge statue of the Supreme God in the house was completely exposed. Its face without any features looked at the terrified Sanjar with compassion.

And there were even more supreme gods in the yard looking at him.

Because the snow covering those human figures was melted by the scorching lightning, their true appearance was revealed - they were all stone statues of the Supreme God!
However, some are rough, like the shoddy work of a beginner; others are so fine that they are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

There were also many broken stones scattered all over the ground, and a lot of carving tools in the corners.

Sanjar could even see some frozen heads and limbs that were discarded casually like scraps, with looks of unwillingness frozen on them.

It suddenly dawned on Sanjar – he almost became one of them!
Just at this moment, when he breathed a sigh of relief, his ankle was tightly grasped by a charred hand.

Looking down, it was the scholar who was blown to pieces with only half of his body left.

There was a look of resentment on his charred and red face. He looked up at Sanjar and then gave a weird smile.

Sanjar suddenly felt his legs tighten, and the pants locked his legs tightly like a living thing, making him unable to move.

He tried to struggle, but was unable to break free of the restraints. He eventually fell heavily to the ground, face to face with the scholar. He could almost feel the charred, hard skin.

He tried to struggle and crawl away in fear, but a pair of stiff hands reached out from the side, clamped his arms, and dragged him towards the collapsed house in front.

The screams stopped abruptly because Sanjar clearly saw that the stone statues that were holding him had bluish-white skin exposed under their cracked stone shells.

These stone statues...

There are dead bodies everywhere!