Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (10)

"Is it hard to understand?" S thinks Qinghuan is a girl who cooks deliciously, has a nice voice, looks good and is easy to get along with, but there is something wrong. Sometimes she is very smart, sometimes she is very smart. Stupid, just like now. "Do you think the high priest was bestowed by God?"

"Then... how did it come?" Qing Huan asked without shame. "I have read those books. There are a lot of records about the holy religion, but there is nothing about the high priest."

"Of course not." There was no emotion in S's voice, and Qing Huan followed him, feeling a little gloomy in his mood inexplicably. This made her care about: "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." There seemed to be no intention to tell her.

After getting along for so long, Qing Huan has basically been able to figure out S's character. This guy is extremely awkward. Many times he wants to say what he wants. You can't hear him if you don't force him to think about it. So she held his hand affectionately-there was a big difference between the two hands. S's hands were slender and strong, cold and scary, and Qing Huan felt like she was in the ice cellar every time she touched it. She has never been in close contact with S, and she doesn't know if his whole person is like a big block of ice.

"It doesn't mean anything, Master S will tell me, I won't leak it out. I swear!"

No one knows, because everyone who knows is dead. S actually wanted to find someone to tell him, Qing Huan haunted him and just followed his intention. Shun Shui Tu Zhou told her, but at the same time, he did not forget to make another request: "Goat's milk soup needs more sugar."

Sweet tooth guy.

"It's all up to you."

So on this long street where various things were happening, Qing Huan knew how the high priest was selected.

Every high priest has a powerful magic, they can fortune to the time of their death. For this reason, they will choose an heir 20 years in advance and train him to become the next high priest.

But heirs are not one, but countless. Boys selected from all over the continent must be between five and seven years old, and they must have good aptitudes-there are no other requirements. It would take years to find such a boy, so every high priest started searching when he first took office. Countless magically gifted boys were sent to the holy religion, and then they were locked up in the forest of the main hall, where there was nothing but beasts, and they had to live on their own ability.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about what cruel things happened during this period. Only a few dozen people can come out alive. These dozens of children will be sent to different villages. In the words of the Holy Religion, the children with the potential of the high priest are always watched by the gods.

The children sent to the village became the objects of blessings for the villagers. On the contrary, he must not eat or drink. They were hung on the tall statues. The villagers knelt in front of them, and then turned around. Will look back again.

In this way, they die one by one, and if they want to escape, they will be burned alive by the villagers.

Until the last surviving boy was sent back to the Holy Church, he was trained as the next high priest from then on.

But this is far from the end. To become a high priest, you must accept the responsibilities that belong to the high priest. A mortal fetus will be injured and age, just like an ordinary person, so he needs to abandon his "human" identity. The flames burned for seven or forty-nine days. The bones would be preserved because of the medicines taken in advance. Then the skeleton was sent to the altar to be fed with blood every day until the high priest’s life was exhausted and the magic of the high priest was absorbed. The new high priest with the soul will appear.

This is how it is inherited from generation to generation.

What a cruel creature human beings are. They wholeheartedly want the blessing of the gods, and they keep telling their beliefs, asking why God doesn't care for themselves more, why they can't get more, but can harm others without hesitation. As far as humans are concerned, whether a child hung on an idol will starve to death or survive it, it has nothing to do with them. If the boy on the idol dies, it will be regarded as an unknown symbol. People will not collect his body, but will sprinkle his body with salt and burn it to expel the devil.

The high priest has no memory when he is reborn. They will become the patron saint of the royal family just like their previous one. They don't remember everything they suffered in the past, but when they find their heirs, they can ruthlessly impose what happened to them on the heirs again.

But S remembers everything.

Later, he thought about why many times, maybe because he was different from everyone else, maybe because he suffered more embarrassing things before being selected. For example, it was sold to an old nobleman who liked little boys by the father of the alcoholic and the mother of the gambling ghost for one hundred mainland dollars.

They took a hundred dollars and laughed and went away, S looked at their backs.

Many people have watched this scene. For them, it is quite normal to sell their children in exchange for a little money. If a person wants to live, he has to give up something, right? Nothing can be done smoothly. S's sister was sold to an old widower tailor by her parents when she was eleven. She had a child within a few months, and she died in bed when she gave birth.

The old tailor took a piece of rags and wrapped his sister's body hastily and threw it away. As for the small group of dead babies, he threw them into the cesspit without even thinking about it. That mass of flesh and filth merged into one body, and sooner or later it would be corroded.

Then the old tailor took out the ten dollars he had saved for a long time, and bought a smaller girl from someone else's home to be his wife.

This is the life of living in a slum. Boys are worthless, and girls are even less valuable. Things like rape, murder and looting happen all the time, and countless underage girls die silently under the eyes of the gods.

No one will pity them, because they are of humble background, no one will notice them, because they are dead, no one cares.

S is an imposter.

The old nobleman had a five-year-old little son who was so cute that he was very cute. Unfortunately, the result of the divination of the Holy Church was that the young master was extremely talented, so even if he was a nobleman, he had to send his son.

Of course he couldn't bear it. At this time, the S that had not been bought was simply a pillow when he fell asleep.

S spent the fullest and warmest time he has eaten in his life. The long-term malnutrition made him look extraordinarily thin and sallow, and the old aristocrat's duck-feeding method of nurturing made him white and fat in a very short period of time. When he put on clothes made of silk and satin, it seemed that it was an angel and no one disagrees.

The regretful look in the old nobleman's eyes, S will never forget.

Perhaps because of this, he will retain all his memories.

Whether it was a greedy parent, a tyrannical old nobleman, an ignorant and ignorant villager, or a **** who didn't exist, he remembered it clearly. The panic of being chased and hunted by wild beasts in the jungle, the fear of seeing boys of the same age die one by one, because of the extreme hunger and the past of eating dead human flesh——

Hanging on the idol, wind and sun, crows pecking at food, returning to the sacred religion, burning the body and peeling off the bones, S remembers all of these.

What he wants to protect is not the royal family, nor this continent. He can't wait for human beings to disappear in this world, how can he bless and protect them.

The weak should not exist in the world, this is S's idea.

Since you are going to be bullied while alive, it's better to die all. The black and white, the dirty and clean, the good and the bad, all disappear together, and then a brand new world is rebuilt.

The strong decides his life and death, and the weak do not even have the right to choose death. His life was once only worth one hundred yuan, and more people were bought out by a few yuan. After the new high priest came into being, all the villagers in a certain village starved to death for some reason. They could not get out of the village, could not communicate with the outside world, and people from outside could not come in. The food in the village was quickly exhausted, and the villagers started to die. Cannibalism, until the last person alive ate all his flesh.

A certain noble family had a vision from the sky, and the sky thunder scorched them alive, not even a dog was spared.

They created the "gods" with their own hands, and now the gods will destroy them by themselves.

What rebellion king, what royal family, what holy religion, S doesn't care at all. That's why he allowed the stupid elf to escape, allowed the lowly rebels to upset the sacred religion, and allowed the royal family to oppress the subjects and dominate it—because all this has nothing to do with him!

"Don't you think I have planned the future of this world perfectly?" S asked Qinghuan feverishly with his eyes. "You must be proud of what I think? At that time, you will be with me and cook for me."

Qinghuan, the person who wants to destroy the world, has seen a lot, and she smiled slightly: "It's good if you are happy."

S became excited with rare excitement. It seemed that a bright future had already appeared before his eyes. The world without human beings was the most beautiful. What kind of laws, morals, fairness, and justice, to worry about these and what to do? If human beings disappear, there won't be these problems, right?

"You like it, don't you? Now, you like it, don't you?" Like a child eager to be recognized by an adult. "You will be with me, right?"

Qing Huan stood on tiptoes and touched his head: "Of course."

S suddenly became happy. He was very happy that his ideas could be approved: "You are not Envy, Envy will only stop me by saying something unpleasant, I still like you!"

He finally believed that Qing Huan was not Envy, even if they had the same face, they were indeed not the same person. Qinghuan still doesn't know who Envy is. Seeing S in a good mood, she thinks that her question may be answered: "Who is Envy anyway?"