The capital of the Abbasid Empire, between Holy White.

Several nobles in luxurious clothes, one of them stopped the imam who walked out from between the holy white, and asked: "Harry found out that he is still awake?"

The imam with the gray beard dragged to his chest: "He was awake for a while this morning, and now he has been falling asleep."

The nobleman lowered his voice: "Did the Caliph let go of his will?"

Imam shook his head.

The nobles looked at each other with disappointment on their faces.

"Harry is seriously ill, and his consciousness has long been unclear. This will of course is invalid."

"As long as he is alive, he is the master of the empire, and his words and decisions are the will of the true god."

"Don't you really think that the patient who can't even speak the words is carrying out God's sacred decree?! He is already dying and doesn't know what he is doing!"

"So far, what's the use of arguing about these? The princes of the Caliphs have all returned to the territories, and the governors have also gone back and started to fight hard. The war will soon begin."

Facing the arguing nobles, Imam closed his eyes and quoted the scriptures: "Anyone who is flesh and blood will taste death. I will test you with misfortune and blessing, and you are only called to me."

The nobles looked at each other and finally stopped arguing.

After saluting the imam, the nobles left here one after another.

The nobleman who walked at the back quietly walked to Imam's side and asked in a low voice, "Can the Caliph make it through tonight?"

Imam's eyes were closed, but his head shook slightly.

As the last stop on the mortal journey of the empire's Caliph, between the Holy White, now here, I can't feel a trace of aliveness.

Pure white curtains, pure white floor tiles, pure white walls.

Saladin, dressed in a white cotton coat, was lying in the huge sarcophagus. His face was withered and skinny. Only occasional chest ups and downs could prove that there was still a breath of life in his body.

The imam walked into the room, came to the sarcophagus, half-kneeled beside Saladin.

Saladin slowly opened his eyes, and in the muddy eyes that could no longer see things, he turned to the direction of Imam with difficulty.

The Imam whispered, "They are gone."

Saladin opened his mouth slightly and made a syllable with all his strength.

The imam nodded: "As your holy will, when you return to the embrace of God, I will preside over Mustahab, and everything in the funeral will be simple, not entertaining guests, and not obedient to filial piety."

Saladin nodded slightly and stopped speaking.

The Imam's voice was a little hoarse: "My Majesty, they are all gone, even your son..."

There was no expression on Saladin's face, as if he had heard something unusual.

The Imam tried his best to suppress and choke: "You are the agent of God, the ruler of the mortal world, the most powerful person in this world, but they even have your last side..."

Saladin turned his face to Imam, stretched his hand out of the sarcophagus with difficulty, and patted the latter's clothes, seeming to comfort the other party without grief.

Imam wiped his eyes with his sleeve, stood up and saluted Saladin, turned and walked out of the room.

As the door was closed, the light was completely blocked outside the room, and the whole Saint White fell into the cold darkness.

After an unknown period of time, Saladin, who was lethargic, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his face to the endless darkness, as if something was coveting him there.

A dark shadow came to the side of the sarcophagus.

The black shadow leaned down slightly and looked down at Saladin in the coffin, making a slight bone clicking sound.

A smile appeared on Saladin's face.

A voice rang in Saladin's mind: "You don't need to speak, I can hear everything you think."

Saladin nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "In these last days, I am glad that someone can speak with me."

The black shadow lowered his head, revealing the skeletal face: "You are more peaceful than I thought."

Saladin: "Calm? No, I am very happy. Throat, listen to me, I am waiting for the end of the journey, nothing is more exciting than that moment."

Throat bone: "The end of the journey in your mouth will be endless darkness and cold death, do you know?"

Saladin: "The throat bone, don't understand me literally."

"A person's life is very short, from birth to earth, but a few decades of time."

"There is a reason why God set human life so short at the beginning of creation..."

The throat bone interrupted Saladin's speech: "Are you still believing in the so-called God?"

Saladin responded in this way: "I don't believe in God as people say, I believe in God in my heart."

The throat bone was silent for a while, and then asked: "You just said that there is a reason why God set human life so short?"

Saladin: "Yes, God wants us to experience the richness of the entire world in the limited time of our lives, but also to prevent us from being hit by the long time and continuous pain to the loss of reason and will. "

Throat bone: "What do you mean?"

Saladin: "When your life is limited to a certain time limit~lightnovelpub.net~ you will urge yourself to explore the world, try all new things, get more experiences and objects, and come to you every day They are all fulfilling and wonderful."

"However, if the time limit for your survival is removed, you can live like this forever, but is this really a good thing?"

"Whether you love power or wealth, in the endless time, even if you gradually achieve all your goals, you will eventually end in pain."

"Power, when your believers are in every corner, when your territory is endless, when you can't find anyone who opposes or fights you anymore, what is the meaning of your power at that time?"

"Wealth, when you have collected all the valuable things and made all other people's possessions your private possessions, what is the meaning of your wealth?"

The icy voice of the throat bone continued to amplify: "You know what I am after is not those boring things, I hope to replace God and become the head of all things."

There was a smile in Saladin's voice: "The throat bone, do you remember the chicken and egg story we talked about?"

"Suppose you really succeed in killing God and become the new **** of this world. Then the God who created this **** will become your new goal."

"If you kill the God who created God again, then another God who created God will jump out and block your way."

"If you continue in this cycle, you will find that your destiny is full of black humor. You are like a puppet who is led by a string, pursuing the unreachable road to godhood in the vain killing. "

"However, what you don't know is that perhaps in a place you will never be able to reach, there is a **** watching your destiny journey, clapping and laughing for every struggle you make."