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The person in front of him looks somewhere between a teenager and a young man. Maybe years.

But Lu Yan called him a child because the other party had clear eyes.

It's like some kind of docile, harmless, well-educated animal with a sky that can see the bottom at a glance.

These new generations of human beings who have grown up in the kingdom of God, besides going to school, are working. The content of learning is still the teachings of Bliss and how to serve the Protoss.

The relatives praised the Lord every day and thanked the gods for their gifts; their thoughts were as simple as a clean sheet of paper.

Song Jingchen stared at his face, and said stupidly: "It looks good."

Lu Yan couldn't hold back and smiled.

His smile was so demagogic that Song Jingchen felt as if he was following some call, and quickly converted.

The system roared: [Host! He's just a year old, he's still a kid! What are you rushing to me! ]

Lu Yan didn't really want to talk to him.

In fact, he was experimenting with new talents against the lamb in front of him.

[Talent 14 - Spiritual Reshaping].

Lu Yan has always been curious about how the talent of the spiritual department is realized in a concrete way, and now it seems that there is an answer.

He came to a computer room.

A pink brain lay quietly at the very center of the computer room. Many wires were tied to this brain, which converged to a USB data port and connected it to the laptop in front of Lu Yan.

The voice of the system: [It's like I will change the system, and the talent of spiritual remodeling will also change into something that you can understand. ]

Different from normal, the sound of the system at this time was not in Lu Yan's mind, but came from the outside world, like the echo of the empty valley.

On the computer screen named Song Jingchen in front of him, there are many folders, a keyboard and a search box at the top,

[Put on the table what the owner of this brain thinks is the most important ‌. If there is anything you want to know, you can search for it yourself. ]

[To the hard disk, it is the physical instinct of the master of the brain. For example, if you are hungry, you need to eat, if you are injured, you will feel pain, if you are sleepy, you need to sleep, etc. These are also ‌modified. ]

These documents jointly formed the personality of "Song Jingchen".

In order to experiment with the new function, Lu Yan simply typed "‌and other maths" into the search box, and his mind was not unexpectedly empty.

[The flow of time between the consciousness space and the outside world is different. Almost 1 second outside, 10 years inside. ]

Lu Yan read the most important memories of Song Jingchen's barren people, most of which were written descriptions.

‌The most memorable part is the first-view video file.

Lu Yan casually typed the first video.

This should be Song Jingchen's short hands when he was a child, holding a spoon.

In the distance, a man's majestic voice came.

"Before eating, we should praise the gift of God and thank the adults of the Protoss for allowing our lives to continue."

"Come on, talk to me."

Yes, there was a childish voice: "Praise the Lord, the bliss will last forever."

His eyes landed on the plate in front of him, which was a mass of red meat puree, ‌‌just a video, but Lu Yan could vaguely smell some blood.

Song Jingchen was indeed a little rebellious. He raised his hand and asked in a milky voice, "Lord Inspector, is there anything else I can eat? I've always eaten this, I don't like it."

His inquiry made the inspector furious.

This young man stepped forward and threw out the pointer in his hand.

- "Our food is a gift from the gods! You are not grateful, and you want to ask for more. It violates the teachings of the Bliss! I am very disappointed in you."

The severe pain made Song Jingchen's eyes black, and he was knocked to the ground, with a fiery bloodstain on his body.

The inspector said with a cold face: "Get out! You are not allowed to eat in the cafeteria for the next week."

In schools, the word of the inspector is the decree.

 His family continued to eat mechanically without looking up; no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with the inspector doing so.

Humans domesticated in such an environment have no metamorphosis, which is probably a strong proof of the inherent goodness of human nature.

The cafeteria no longer holds him.

Song Jingchen was really hungry. On the fifth day, he took a risk, got out of the wall, and came to a processing factory near the school.

In the Kingdom of God, the food and beverages of all the relatives are uniformly supplied by the processing factory.

But Song Jingchen was at school as soon as he left, so he didn't know what the outside world was like.

He was small, and walking in unpruned bushes looked awkward.

Song Jingchen was very hungry and just wanted to steal something to eat. However, his body was extremely weak due to malnutrition. Therefore, as soon as he sneaked into the factory, he fainted on the side of the road.

Song Jingchen was picked up by the people of the Protoss.

He opened his eyes and saw a terrifying face in front of him.

Most of the adults of the Protoss are distorted and lose their human features, with a fly-like head and a sharp, needle-like mouthpart.

This is the "God Race" in the Kingdom of God, a group of pollutants with different distortion directions.

Song Jingchen's expression was flustered, his body trembled uncontrollably, and knelt at his feet: "Isn't it, my lord... I-I'm just too hungry. Think, I want to find something to eat."

The pollutants in front of him squeezed out a hoarse laughter: "Is that so. It's just right, it's too boring to be on duty in the processing plant, do you want to visit?"

Song Jingchen shook his head subconsciously, but the pollutants did not give him any choice.

This pollutant is not a perfectly evolved species, but because of the existence of the Lord, it has retained some thinking abilities.

The processing factory is full of blood, and you can smell the hot fishy smell from far away, and the flies are buzzing.

Pollutants hold a human child in their arms, and they know not to let their overly long claws rip through his skin.

The pollutant pointed to the workshop in front of him and said, "This is the primary processing point."

Song Jingchen opened his eyes curiously.

One by one, pale and unconscious people were lying on the conveyor belt. On the huge wall, they were meat grinders like black holes.

[The souls of these people have already reached the "Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss". Commonly known as brain death. If no one takes care of him, he will die naturally after a few days. ]

They look very young.

Pollutant gave a pleasant smile: "You know, this is the bad thing in your school. It doesn't have any existence value. You must study hard in school. Otherwise, it will be yours after a few years. end."

After all family members reach the age of 18, they will be selected once a year on a fixed graduation date.

The best batch of students will be sent to the kingdom of God. Some will be prey; some will go back to the bottom after training and go to inspectors or teachers.

The batch of students who learned from each other, kept the breeding, gave birth to the next generation, and continuously reproduced the family. After the baby is born, it will be barcoded like the goods and sent to the school.

For the worst group of students, it is too wasteful to keep food, and society does not need them to produce labor. Yes, you will die in your sleep. Then, the processing factory will make these relatives into food that can be preserved for a long time, for the gods and the family to eat.

For convenience, almost all processing plants are built near the school.

There are a total of 99 such schools at the bottom of the kingdom of God.

Song Jingchen didn't know that the black hole contained a blade, but the scene in front of him was already bizarre enough.

You are the family members on the conveyor belt, Song Jingchen can't see the difference between them and himself.

He asked in a trembling voice, "Are they asleep? My lord."

Pollutant didn't answer, but carried him forward and walked forward.

Masses of meat fell out of the pipe and landed on another channel.

"This is a secondary processing point."

On both sides of this passage, other pollutants appeared.

They pick out the big broken bones like they do with pork, pick and choose the meat, and then add weird stuff to it.

Pollutant said: "Familiars are very troublesome, and they will be malnourished if they only eat meat. We can only add some of his vitamins. For your better life, I and the adults of his protoss, we are Heartbroken."

"This is the product shipping workshop."

In the last room of the processing factory, the workers in it are relatives.

The processed nutritional paste turned into a paste, and the original material could no longer be seen.

The workers, like screws on the assembly line, took the mashed meat with buckets expressionlessly, sealed it up, and waited for the truck in the school cafeteria.

When they saw the pollutants, everyone bowed their heads in fear: "Sir."

The contaminant didn't answer, just stepped forward, wiped a bit of nutritional cream with his fingers, and put Dong ‌ to Song Jingchen's mouth: "Try it?"

The **** smell of the sky is blowing.

Song Jingchen couldn't hold back and vomited.

His vomit landed on the polluter's arm, causing the other party to frown displeasedly: "It really is an inferior species. This is unbearable? You are eating enough to eat."

Song Jingchen used all his strength, pushed the pollutant's hand, struggled and jumped, trying to escape.

It was in a cramped carriage, and he had nowhere to escape.

Song Jingchen was cornered and shivered.

The pollutants were a little surprised, but then they added some smiles: "Nice family. In such a short time, they have already awakened."

He grabbed Song Jingchen's head.

Pollutant looked at the barcode on the back of his neck, and, at school, the teachers said it was a sign that they were devout believers. Only pagans would not have such encodings.

[This is the brand of the consciousness of the Lord, which allows the Lord to descend upon believers at any time. ]

The pollutant said: "I remember your code. I look forward to seeing you again at the ceremony in twelve years. I haven't met such a delicious family in a long time."

‌ After that, a gray-black smoke spewed out of his long mouthparts.

Song Jingchen fainted.

This video ends here.

The system said: [‌Under the effect of hypnosis, Song Jingchen has forgotten this memory. Only the brain is still preserved for him. ]

This is just a microcosm of countless captive humans in the kingdom of God.

Lu Yan clicked on the next video, which was a conversation between Song Jingchen and the "infidel".

The heat of the heathen did not subside, so Song Jingchen carefully found water.

The old Apocalypse opened his eyes slightly, his mind was not clear, and he muttered: "I am old, even if I fight to the last moment of my life, the blood is no longer hot. You are the hope... ...remember, remember, keep your eyes open and see the world right."

Song Jingchen's voice was blank: "What is a positive world?"

The Apocalypse did not answer.

Lu Yan's face was heavy, and he was a little breathless.

He typed Song Jingchen's memory file and began to revise Song Jingchen's memory.

Lu Yan wanted to delete the part related to "faith" in Song Jingchen's mind.

The greatest misfortune of these captive relatives is that they live in the midst of a huge, faith-related lie.

It was just after the modification that Lu Yan encountered a "system error" prompt when saving the file.

System said: [Faith is the deepest memory of these family members, occupying most of their minds. With the current consciousness structure of the family members, it is difficult to completely wipe out belief. ]

After all, to give up their beliefs is to deny most of the content of their people.

The narrower the knowledge, the more stubborn. Nor were they educated.

Lu Yan thought about it for a while, replaced the name of the lord with "Lu Yan" with one click, and inserted a few of his own head photos as a supplement to his beliefs.

This time, the computer did not pop up an error command.

[The Lord of the Bliss religion is not compatible with you. Song Jingchen will soon have doubts about his beliefs and become confused. I urge you to change the name of the church as well. ]

Lu Yan pondered for a moment, and replaced "Bliss Sect" with "Poseidon Sect" with one click.

Changjia is an island country, surrounded by sea on all sides. It is normal to believe in the sea, and it will not go against Song Jingchen's common sense.

In this way, Song Jingchen still has faith, but the Eastern Bliss Religion he believes in has changed into the Sea God Religion.

Lu Yan: "After we are rescued, let these relatives take a good lesson in materialism. Now we can only make do with it."

If you believe in him, you won't have to be led by the Lord after your death to some kind of pure land of bliss.

Although Lu Yan spent a long time in the space of consciousness, in reality, it only took a short while.

Song Jingchen met Lu Yan's eyes, his body trembled, and the next moment, he knelt beside him with a pious expression: "My lord."

It was the first time that Lu Yan had been saluted so solemnly in his long life, and he felt quite uncomfortable for a while.

He carried Song Jingchen by the collar of his back coat and pulled him to the ground: "Don't kneel on me, our Sea God Sect doesn't like this."

Song Jingchen's thoughts were still a little confused, but fortunately his brain would automatically fill in the information for him.

He hugged Lu Yan's leg and said with tears in his eyes: "You will eventually return to the human world. I knew that you would not abandon your believers. My lord, in three days, I will participate in the Thank you, I don't want to leave you, please, take me away."

Yes, even without the slightest memory.

Song Jingchen is still instinctive, fearing the so-called "personal etiquette".

His subconscious is saving itself.

Lu Yan couldn't help but said to the system, "This mission seems a little urgent?"

[Yes. I suggest that you contact the few old humans left on this island first. They have a small survivor base. ]