Sir! Don't close the net!

Are they really people favored by God?

"You're scared."

Someone chuckled softly.

“You can escape now, just like those ministers before you, scrambling and crawling away from our world.”

Some people generously granted a pardon.

“No, I’m just a little surprised,” Dela Pal put her hands behind her back again and looked up with complete indifference. “You must have them, right? More than three pieces of ancient god’s legacy at the gamma level. Give them to me.”

Before Dela Pal could finish speaking, a series of enormous eyeballs suddenly appeared around her, their dark pupils containing bony structures resembling sharp teeth that slowly opened and closed.

Dela Pal stared at the bizarre and horrifying scene before her, her eyes completely unmoved.

"Don't you have any?"

After a brief silence, the strange eyeballs dissipated like bubbles, and a sharp laugh that suddenly followed made Dela Pal frown slightly.

"Yes, of course, you are very interesting, completely different from ten years ago! Are you really a member of the Pal clan?"

Dela Pal's eyes twitched violently, but she didn't say anything.

"Sure, whether you fail or succeed, it's an interesting thing."

"Of course, I look forward to your failure even more; it will surely be a grander spectacle than that of your ancestors."

Two beams of light swept out from Dela Pal, and the bizarre shadows of two tentacled, glued-together eyeballs expanded for a moment before being swallowed by darkness.

De La Pal took a deep breath and suppressed his anger; the cadres' attitude was within his expectations.

"This is a piece of advice."

Another, even fainter voice sounded beside Dela Pal.

"Do not blaspheme for the sake of blasphemy."

"And don't try to stitch things together or fabricate gods. We're not crazy; we just have the perspective of a higher level of life."

Dela Pal frowned slightly and then exhaled.

The stitching and fabrication do not require a sufficient amount of knowledge or creativity beyond human comprehension. Instead, they are simply taking God as building blocks in the palm of one's hand and disassembling them, arbitrarily piecing them together, and arbitrarily naming them, regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, because it is necessary.

That's all, nothing special, as natural as moving a finger.

That's why this official said, "We're not crazy."

Even if someone were insane, they couldn't do that.

Li Yili paused, tilting her chin up and down to examine the statue in front of her.

Although the lower legs of the statue were still pressed against the wall, it was already a fairly complete human figure. He finally figured out what the snakes in the statue's eyes were all about. Two snakes emerged from the sides of the back of the statue's head and burrowed into the statue's eyes. Because they were completely asymmetrical and the statue's expression was quite vivid, Li Yili automatically filled in the corresponding scene in her mind, which made her scalp tingle.

If all the statues were intact, running back and forth along this passageway would likely provide a fairly vivid animated experience.

Li Yili took out the pocket watch she always carried with her.

7:30.

He knew the capabilities of those Cloud Clan executives very well. Back then, in order to bring in the pollutants needed for the séance, El-Jonor and the other Cloud Clan executives worked overtime for half a month to barely come up with a plan. And according to El, this time the pollutants needed to be brought in were even more than those prepared for the previous séance.

Moreover, it's not just a matter of quantity; we also need to consider that Guo Weinton had already transported a considerable amount of pollutants, which had long exceeded the limit threshold. Further transport might actually attract the Crusaders.

Can they come up with a solution in this situation?

Considering that they all wanted to impress Yeropon, it was indeed possible, but most of them would be utterly rubbish, practically worthless proposals. Yeropon would never approve such proposals, even if he had his head caught in a door. Naturally, Yeropon would be uneasy after seeing such rubbish proposals, so he chose to keep an eye on the executives at the Sheep Village building to prevent anyone from taking such rubbish proposals and implementing them in order to steal credit.

So poor Jeroboam can't go home today.

Li Yili chuckled gloatingly, then, with the cotton thread in her left hand and the fluorescent stool in her right, she swaggered forward.

Based on the pattern of the statues in the passageway, he should have already approached the center of the temple.

The length of the cotton thread...

Li Yili looked at the ball of cotton thread in her hand and squeezed it.

It's still within an acceptable range.

"Yes, that's very well done."

Yeropon closed the document and pushed it toward Joel and Heman, nodding, "Take it and carry it out."

Heman and Joel slumped their shoulders and let out a long sigh, then bumped shoulders in unison.

This is the last one.

The pollutants should be delivered to Guoweiton on time the day after tomorrow.

Yeroboam stood up, straightened his clothes, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

7:45.

"I hope you won't let me down."

"Don't worry, Acting Minister!"

"Acting Minister, you've worked hard!"

"Acting Minister, get some rest!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Jeroboam set off towards the Temple of Gowwitton.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Ghostly Encounter

After walking for another ten minutes, the oppressive passage suddenly became incredibly spacious. A cool breeze blew across Li Yili's face, and a few rays of light fell from above. Having walked for so long in the dark passage, Li Yili subconsciously took a few steps forward, but an ominous premonition stopped him.

The temple has been drained of its spiritual energy, but that doesn't mean it's completely safe. Not all dangers come from the power of the ancient gods.

Li Yili squatted down and extended the small fluorescent stool in her hand forward. The faint light explored the messy ground, moving towards the location of the starlight. But before she could touch the falling starlight, darkness suddenly descended from below.

There's no road ahead.

Li Yili grinned. If he really rushed forward, he would most likely fall down.

Li Yili got up and carefully shuffled to the edge of the damaged wall. Using the few rays of starlight falling from above, she looked down and a chill instantly ran down her spine.

Before him was not a precipice, but a set of extremely worn steps. The steps were covered with countless black marks, and they were not straight down. Instead, they were like part of a huge vortex, rotating counterclockwise and converging towards the massive central altar.

The circular rock wall was inlaid with deep holes, and he was standing in one of them. Each hole was precisely aligned with a step, and most of the holes led to passages he hadn't explored before.

In other words, no matter which path you choose, you will eventually be drawn here.

Li Yili didn't understand what this layout was trying to express, but he felt very uncomfortable. Of course, that was all. He wasn't a proper archaeologist and wouldn't be bewildered or get stuck in a dead end because he saw something that contradicted common sense or was completely unknown.

You're like this... so be it.

Li Yili took out binoculars from her bag and looked towards the center of the vortex.

In the darkness, a hand slowly reached out and extended towards Li Yili's neck, its dark green fingernails gradually protruding.

Li Yili's pupils contracted sharply, and goosebumps rose all over her neck.

"Snap—"

A pebble landed on the swirling steps, rolling down the vortex until it finally landed on the altar with a thud. The cool evening breeze blowing down from the top suddenly accelerated, passing through every hole and echoing in the empty space with a strange sound like the growl of some ferocious beast.

Torches placed at each junction of the swirling staircase lit up one after another, their orange-yellow light gradually dispelling the darkness of the temple, but bringing no warmth whatsoever. The shadows cast by the torches blended with the black marks on the ground, and the flames leaped in the wind. Driven by the shadows, all the black marks seemed to come alive and began to dance wildly.

Yeroboam stood in the center of the altar, his frog-like eyes slightly narrowed, reflecting every hole embedded in the rock wall.

Li Yili pressed herself tightly against the wall, her left hand gripping the waist of the person in her arms tightly, while her right hand covered the mouth of the person in her arms, keeping their eyes tightly shut.

[They will be killed]

Even if they don't make eye contact, as long as his gaze falls on Yeropon, he's doomed.

Do not attempt to observe the present Yeroboam using any underhanded methods.

Damn it! Why did Yeroboam come back so early!

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, Yerobo An withdrew his gaze. Li Yili, feeling the pressure suddenly decrease, opened her mouth, slowly exhaled, and opened her eyes.

The familiar dark green curly hair that catches the eye, the softness of the left arm that feels like it would make you fall into it the moment you relax, and the sensation of it pressing against your body.

Li Yili loosened her right hand, and the person in her arms raised their head, blinking their dark green eyes.

Li Yili's lips twitched violently. If he wasn't worried about being overheard by Yerobo An, he really wanted to grab... well, anyway, grab the shoulders of the person in his arms and shake them quite hard, and then complain loudly.

Why are you here, Shub?!

Shub blinked and saw that Li Yili looked like she was questioning life and didn't want to talk. Shub turned her head and peeked out of the hole, as if she wanted to confirm something. This bold move startled Li Yili so much that she almost screamed. She quickly covered Shub's mouth and turned Shub's head back.

Shub did not try to look at Yeropon again, but instead remained motionless like an oversized doll, letting Li Yili hold her waist and cover her mouth.

Li Yili breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her grip on Shub slightly. However, Shub was simply too large; pushing her away would make a lot of noise and might attract Yeropon's attention. To be honest, it was quite comfortable to have Shub pressed against him like this—soft and squishy. Considering Shub's reaction when he bumped her chest earlier, she was definitely a super-sized, soft girl.

.

In another location, he might have chuckled to himself and had all sorts of thoughts, but Shub appeared in this temple, and even came out from behind him, clearly having followed him all the way.

【suspicious】

Li Yili's gaze fell on her left hand, which was supporting Shabu's head. As long as she didn't use excessive force, she should be able to make Shabu faint. In any case, the Guoweidun Temple was secluded enough that even if she trained, no, tortured Shabu here, no one would find out.

But Li Yili quickly abandoned this idea, which was full of his personal desires. He leaned against the wall, arched his waist slightly, and moved his large body, including Shub, into the passage. Shub did not move at all throughout the process, and even bent her legs to avoid hitting the gravel.

Because they were already some distance from the hole, Li Yili relaxed considerably and became bolder. Her right hand, which was wrapped around Shub's waist, dropped down and took out a mirror from her pocket. She switched the mirror with her left hand and handed it towards the hole. The small mirror reflected a scene that sent chills down Li Yili's spine.

On the swirling steps, irregularly shaped black marks stood up! A viscous, caramel-like liquid flowed down from the top, covering each of the marks. They raised their arms, opened their mouths, and moved towards the altar, their eerie whispers mingling with the howling of the wind blowing more violently through the holes.

Li Yili's eye twitched violently.

Wasn't the Gowerton Temple supposed to have been hollowed out, leaving no trace of its spiritual essence?! Shouldn't it just be a building slated for demolition?! What the hell is this?! It's haunted!

No, no, no. Even if it's haunted, it needs to have the means to be haunted. Dela Pal stayed in Goweton for ten years, a full ten years. If the Goweton Temple had anything to offer, Dela Pal would have already taken it all.

Despite the stench of rotting animal carcasses, we didn't see a single animal corpse along the way!

What exactly is it that's rotting?

Chapter Sixty: The Temple is Alive

I don't understand, but the appearance of these caramel figures must be related to Jeroboam.

Li Yili let out a soft breath, observing Yerobo An's every move through the mirror. To avoid attracting Yerobo An's attention with her strong gaze, Li Yili cleared her mind and tried to minimize her presence as much as possible.

Of course, to prevent Shub from looking in the mirror, Li Yili raised her right hand and covered Shub's eyes.