What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

A soft, frightening sound.

Then came many similar sounds.

In an extremely short time, almost all the primordial wills born from the remains of the ancient gods died, and the rest entered a long slumber.

The thick fog dissipated.

The image became clearer.

In fact, the surrounding area is still the same ruins as before.

Broken wells and crumbling walls.

It has lost its popularity.

The deathly silence was broken only when Gu Yuqiu coughed.

Lin Mushi turned around, looked at the terrible state of her body, her mouth slightly open, but she couldn't say a word.

Gu Yuqiu forced a smile, her lips curving slightly, and asked, "Don't you like me like this?"

"some……"

Lin Mushi didn't look into her eyes and said, "...Besides, it's been a long time since I've seen you."

Gu Yuqiu thought for a moment and said, "The last time we met was on Christmas Eve, and then you went to sleep. It wasn't that many days, was it?"

Lin Mushi raised her head and looked into her much dimmer eyes. She still couldn't understand where this casualness came from, and said softly, "It's been a long time for me."

Gu Yuqiu smiled and said, "Paying too much attention to these things will only make you suffer more than others in the long years to come."

"Although to the gods, human time, months and years, are just a blink of an eye."

She paused, then continued, "But as human beings, even if we become gods, we will still feel anxiety in those early days..."

Lin Mushi interrupted her and asked directly, "What are you trying to say?"

No matter how you look at it, these shouldn't be the kind of words that come out after a long separation.

It was especially inappropriate for Gu Yuqiu to say that.

Someone like her might be moved by a reunion, but she would never be so moved as to utter such seemingly caring words that actually have ulterior motives.

Gu Yuqiu's smile faded, and she said with a sigh, "You're smarter than before."

Lin Mushi didn't know what to say.

What I'm trying to say is...

Gu Yuqiu said indifferently, "You should learn to forget me."

Lin Mushi looked at her without saying a word.

Gu Yuqiu said, "Now that you're sitting in my seat, you have to be prepared, learn to give up some things, and try to stay for as long as possible."

Lin Mushi's breathing became heavy, and she bit her lower lip.

Gu Yuqiu knew very well that she was in a very bad mood, or rather, angry.

Anyone who hears these words after a long separation or after surviving a disaster will find it difficult to remain calm and will inevitably experience a range of emotions.

If it were the old Lin Mushi, she would have been unable to maintain her composure by now.

But she is ultimately not the person she used to be.

"First of all, it was never my own choice to become a god; it was all your arrangement."

"I don't know why you chose me and not anyone else, but I can say for sure that you didn't even ask me if I wanted to."

"Most importantly... I don't want to hear you say these things right now."

Lin Mushi looked at her, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Gu Yuqiu didn't answer, but asked, "Then do you want to know why I'm telling you these things?"

Lin Mushi replied without hesitation, "I don't want to."

Gu Yuqiu sighed, seemingly annoyed, and turned to look at the sky.

The ruins are the ruins of Tokyo.

The sky, however, is not.

Above the illusory realm is the world that extraordinary individuals see after entering meditation.

That is also what she sees at this moment.

After the Pope died, only six points of light, like blazing suns, remained in the sky of the illusory realm.

At this point, two of them became very dim.

But their brilliance was not obscured; it remained clear.

Because the sky in the virtual realm is no longer bright.

High in the sky, a real sun coldly watches over the entire world.

Its edges are extremely bright, like fireworks in the daytime, constantly leaping, while the center is absolutely black, like a solar eclipse in the real world.

Such scenes are extremely familiar to extraordinary individuals in the human world.

Gu and Qiu were the only strangers.

Because in the past, she was like this dark, blazing sun, looking down upon the world.

Now I'm the one being looked down upon. No matter how indifferent I am, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Mushi's voice rang in her ears.

"You don't want me to forget you, but that's impossible, because you're very important to me."

Gu Yuqiu hated those words. Her heart felt cold and she wanted to say, "Am I more important than the mother who gave birth to you?"

But in the end, she still didn't say it.

A long-awaited reunion is an extremely rare thing in this world.

Besides, she just explained it so clearly... that should be enough, there's no need to emphasize it any further.

Perhaps that's the case.

Gu Yuqiu sighed inwardly and said, "Mm."

Hearing that soft "hmm," Lin Mushi smiled.

She reached out and gently tied Gu Yuqiu's disheveled hair, her fingertips tracing the scarred face with extreme care.

Those wounds vanished without a trace, like ice and snow in spring.

Then, she took Gu Yuqiu's right hand.

……

……

In the distance.

Su Yan's gaze pierced through the ruins and the lingering mist.

She watched this scene, saw their tightly clasped fingers, smiled, and turned to leave.

Chapter 176: Chapter Twenty-Four: How Did I Fall for You?

The illusory realm was free of wind and snow, and even the sound of the waves became faint and indistinct, no longer roaring like thunder.

Calm and calm.

As Su Yan walked through the ruins, thinking about those four words, a slight smile curled at the corners of her lips, tinged with mockery, as if this place was more like a graveyard.

She didn't know how long she walked, but she went to that exit again.

The fog was still there, but much thinner, no longer like giant waves or raging tides.

The Pope stood there, his gaze first falling on her empty side, then looking into her eyes, as if he wanted to ask her a few questions, but ultimately remained silent.

As Su Yan was about to walk past him, she suddenly stopped and said softly, "You seem to be pitying me?"

The Pope smiled, a smile tinged with self-deprecation, and said, "What right do I have to pity you? I just feel a little empathy for you."

Su Yan said indifferently, "You're overthinking it."

The Pope nodded in affirmation.

Su Yan didn't look at him, remained silent for a while, and then said, "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Who isn't tired?

The old director's voice rang out from the end of the fog, carrying a clear sense of weariness.

Su Yan didn't let the conversation continue, because she didn't want to hear any pity, and she didn't want to reminisce at this time. She abruptly changed the subject and said, "I owe you a favor."

The old director fell silent.

"But this favor... can't be repaid so quickly."

Su Yan looked at the real world beyond the fog and said slowly, "I need to rest for a while, maybe after next spring, or maybe several years later."

The Pope suddenly asked, "What if one misses the place and doesn't want to leave?"

The old director looked at him, his dry lips parted slightly, and he uttered a silent thank you.

This is the most crucial issue.

The Pope ignored her and quietly watched Su Yan, awaiting her answer.

You're wrong.

Su Yan gave an answer that neither of them expected: "She no longer misses Gu Yuqiu."

The Pope looked into her eyes and asked earnestly, "So?"

Su Yan's tone was indifferent: "Whatever choice she makes is irrelevant now, because she will no longer be someone to reminisce about."

This statement sounded somewhat strange, but the two people present naturally understood it.

Most importantly, both the Pope and the former director are willing to believe this judgment.