What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Songtang's mood improved a bit, and she meowed indifferently, "I was called here by Wuzui. She said it's not safe for you to go see the Pope alone."

Gu Yuqiu thought for a moment and said, "But there's no point in you coming, is there?"

This is the truth.

Often, the more truthful something is, the more unpleasant it can be.

She is not like Lin Mushi, and she knows that very well.

Just before Songtang's anger erupted, she added, "You're my best friend, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Let's just forget about it."

Songtang looked at her, slowly closing the small mouth of the blood bowl, unsure of what to say.

Gu Yuqiu was somewhat surprised, wondering if the excuse she had just made up had worked so well.

"actually……"

Songtang meowed softly a few times: "I don't want you to leave either."

Gu Yuqiu finally understood why she had felt something was missing these past few days, why she always felt inexplicably regretful, and why she couldn't understand it.

She has left the divine throne. Although her divine soul is still powerful and she can have premonitions about everything, she can no longer be as clear as she used to be.

Before hearing those words, she thought all her unease was just a feeling of trepidation towards those long-lost familiar things.

It turned out not to be.

Gu Yuqiu turned her head, looked into the white cat's deep blue eyes, and said earnestly, "I will come back."

Songtang remained silent for a long time, then gently jumped off her shoulder, squatted on the still-unlit street lamp, and meowed softly with her head tilted back.

Then, it turned and disappeared into the bustling city.

Gu Yuqiu watched the white cat's figure disappear, her eyes slightly lowered.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose.

She disappeared too.

……

……

After Songtang left, Gu Yuqiu wasted no more time. She went to the base of the empty wall, glanced back, and stepped into the vast fog.

There was no one else in the fog.

There's a ghost.

She glanced at the lonely ghost not far away, nodded in acknowledgment, and that was her way of saying hello.

The Pope was not surprised to see her, and his expression remained calm as always.

"How does it feel to live like this?"

Gu Yuqiu spoke softly as she walked through the ruins shrouded in fog, heading deeper into the distance.

"Fortunately."

The Pope followed her, walking behind her, and said, "It's still early; at least for now, I can still endure it."

Gu Yuqiu said, "You are a very patient person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pope stopped in his tracks.

Gu Yuqiu ignored it.

“I believe you understand what I mean. Someone like you is a great threat to Lin Mushi.”

Her tone was even somewhat indifferent: "Since I've decided to leave, I have a responsibility to resolve these issues. I've come to see you today to hear your opinion."

The Pope was silent for a moment, then said, "I can give you a promise that will satisfy you sufficiently."

Gu Yuqiu looked up at the sky, which had been replaced by a vast, empty sea, and asked seriously, "Then how can you ensure that your promise will be honored?"

The Pope suddenly laughed, his laughter full of mockery, and said, "Have you fallen so low as to lose even this kind of self-confidence?"

Gu Yuqiu listened to these words and thought about many past events, and was not angry because of them.

She sighed, her expression softening slightly, and said, "Actually, when the night is quiet, I sometimes miss that version of myself."

The Pope stared at her retreating figure and said, "There's no going back."

"Yes."

Gu Yuqiu turned around, looked at him quietly, and said, "Because people always have to move forward."

The Pope disagreed with this statement, shaking his head and saying, "But you are God."

Gu Yuqiu said, "That's all in the past."

The Pope's smile gradually faded. He looked at her without speaking, his eyes becoming extremely indifferent, with a hint of disappointment.

Gu Yuqiu saw everything and sighed, "You really didn't give up."

The Pope remained silent for a long time before asking, "Is this a test from you?"

"No."

Gu Yuqiu calmly said, "I'm telling the truth."

The conversation between the two sounded rather inexplicable.

If Lin Mushi were present, he would surely have grumbled a few words to express his great resentment.

However, for Gu Yuqiu and the Pope, this was a common way of talking.

For example, the former could tell from the disappointment in the latter's eyes that the latter had not truly given up and still harbored a lingering desire for the throne.

The Pope never imagined that Gu Yuqiu was speaking from the heart.

In fact, it is quite possible that the Pope revealed his true emotions because she did not attempt to deceive him.

"Yes."

The Pope looked at her and said, "I haven't given up yet, because Lin Mushi is not worthy."

Gu Yuqiu said, "This is none of your business."

The Pope said earnestly, "Then this has even less to do with you."

From a practical perspective, this statement is undoubtedly correct.

When Lin Mushi awoke from the divine throne and received the recognition of the divine kingdom, all those lingering ties had been severed.

Although Gu and Qiu re-established a relationship with her in another way, it was ultimately estranged.

In other words, she is now just an outsider.

"And I can't understand it."

The Pope looked into her eyes and said, "You could have waited until Lin Mushi woke up before dealing with my problem. There was no need to take any risks."

Gu Yuqiu smiled but offered no explanation.

She knew very well that this was the safest course of action, but she didn't choose it because she didn't want to wait any longer.

She was telling the truth about what she had said before, about how she had changed.

She didn't want to stay any longer, and then one morning when she opened her eyes, she realized she couldn't bear to leave.

She found it very difficult to accept herself like that, and was even afraid of it.

So she made a decision.

"Let's have a fight."

Gu Yuqiu looked at the Pope and said, "You've won. I'll no longer pay attention to anything you do."

The Pope vaguely understood her thoughts, found it amusing, and asked with a smile, "What if I lose?"

"I will take everything from you."

Gu Yuqiu concluded.

Chapter 190: Chapter Thirty-Seven - The Real Gu Yuqiu

"I accept."

The Pope spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were talking about what to have for dinner, rather than about something as important as the future he was about to face.

Then his expression turned serious, and he looked at Gu Yuqiu and asked, "But you are so weak now, so weak that you are not even as strong as a fifth-ranked person, so what makes you think you can fight me?"

This is indeed the case.

Below the fifth level, all are mortals.

Even though Gu Yuqiu once stepped into the realm of gods and was recognized as the number one in the world, it still couldn't change this fact.

Without any external aid, she could not defeat Crimson.

The problem is that the only external thing she can rely on now is the Scroll of Slumber, while her opponent is the former pope of the Church of Slumber.

Under these circumstances, no matter how you deduce the outcome, there is only one result for her: failure.

As long as the process is fair enough, there will be no variables.

The Pope did not believe he would lose, so he agreed without hesitation, even though the stakes were not equal.

But he didn't believe Gu Yuqiu was an idiot.

This is a long-standing impression, or rather, the world's consensus about her.

It's like another consensus.

Gu Yuqiu has never lost.

Whether before ascending to the throne, on the throne, or even after leaving the throne, she was always the winner.

From this perspective...

Gu Yuqiu has never encountered a true opponent and has been invincible for a long time.

In the true thoughts of many extraordinary individuals, the only beings qualified to be her opponents are neither the long-dormant Old Gods, nor the innocent Queen with whom she has had too many love-hate relationships.

It is the Pope.