Bai Jiamu blurted out "Why did you suddenly tell Bai Liu fortune?"

"What kind of fortune telling" seemed to retort angrily, "Skills called listening to the words of God, and fortune telling are two different things, okay?"

"It's not bad." A teammate with a killer sequence next to him leaned in eagerly, "What did you figure out?"

With a gaze of rebelliousness, he smiled and "calculated the birth of a new god."

Bai Jiamu quickly thought of the indigenous people who like to raise snakes, and the strange attitude of the indigenous people towards Bai Liu. He frowned, "You mean Bai Liu will become the new **** of this indigenous belief in this copy."

Turning back against God, no emotion can be heard in the voice "I think it is."

"However, the origins of the gods are the same. Bai Liuneng was selected here, proving that he was selected in all the dungeons, so he has always encountered the old god-level nc."

The **** was silent for a moment, "The evil **** prefers Bai Liu to be his next successor, and he is inducing Bai Liu to kill the god-level nc."

Bai Jiamu frowned "What do you mean?"

The **** turned his face and smiled again, "I don't understand it very well, that is, I saw something that a **** is talking about. This is the prophecy."

"Even this prophet sometimes doesn't understand whether the things he predicted are true, or whether the gods deliberately dropped these words and made me think about the wrong way."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more he didn't understand, his brows were almost knotted, "You mean God lied."

Inverse God shook his head. "You also know the identity of the skill, similar to the judge in religion, and the skill is to accept the oracle sent by God about the future, and use this oracle to judge people."

"The oracle is absolutely true, and God can indeed see everything that will happen to everyone in the future."

Bai Jiamu became more and more confused as he listened to "Then why"

Nishen lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and when he spoke, he changed the subject abruptly, "Do you know how to not lie, but perfectly deceive someone?"

Bai Jiamu startled "how to do it"

Nishen raised his eyes and looked at Bai Jiamu, with a peculiar smile on his face, "That's just a few words to tell him about the truth."

"The oracle is the perfect presentation of this deceptive thinking."

The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and a strange smell of campfire came from the dense jungle.

In the center of the indigenous territory where the lake goes, there is a shed built by rubbing broad leaves and grass roots. Under the shed is a two-person high wooden statue of a god. The brow and forehead of the **** are painted with a special kind. Oily red paint for plants and trees.

Around the idol, there were six piles of torches. In such a heavy rain, the flame not only did not go out, but it burned more and more bizarrely under the blowing of the wind.

The indigenous people covered in red paint circled the idols and the six torch piles in a strange pattern, hitting his knees, and still humming an unknown gloomy tune in his mouth.

Kneeling in front of the idol was a man lying on all fours in the mud. This man is the traditional indigenous leader. With his hands facing up, his head humblely buried in the mud, he let the heavy rain wash his body, and kept praying in his mouth.

"God, you have given us vast land, abundant rain, foretelling enemies and crises in advance, giving Pruto this death-like lake to us as a defensive harbor, and the enemy will attack us with criminal artillery. At that time, rain and dew will fall to help us fight back."

"Victory will be us in the end, because God has foretold all this."

"You once sent an oracle to tell us that the only way to get rid of the evil foreigners who occupied our land and enslaved our bodies is to kill the factory director."

The man kneeling on the ground slowly, as if afraid of offending the wooden sculpture, raised his head. He raised his neck and looked at the idol feverishly.

"You and your views are so consistent, that the factory manager is really a despicable and shameless stranger, using a hypocritical appearance to confuse people."

"We have regained our freedom under the instructions of your oracle, and the next step is to win this war, God, please tell us, tell you weak and pious believers, what should we do"

"For this, we will present your favorite offerings, our desires and pains"

After he finished speaking, the man crawled into the shed, his ears fell on the ground, as if he was listening to the oracle descended by God, and he nodded in response from time to time, with a solemn expression, as if he had really heard something.

Other indigenous people waited with bated breath.

After a while, the man walked out of the shed cautiously. He stood, his eyes flickering, and there was a viciousness that could not be hidden from his voice.

"God said, kill that Guy and the new commander, and put them back on top, and God will re-grant everything they once had."

"Everything will return to peace."

On the boat.

Bai Jiamu was still thinking about the question that the **** said just now. He couldn't help but ask, "The god, even if the oracle has the possibility of deceiving people, although I don't think God really exists, you don't mean that except you Few people hear that so-called oracle?"

Bai Jiamu does not believe in religion, he has a skeptical attitude towards this godless thing, and is okay with God.

This **** stick has a strong sense of self-management against gods and not believing in gods. He just uses prophecies as a reference. Sometimes he doesn't take the oracle seriously, and even carries the instructions in the oracle.

So this guy would be called the judge of rebellious **** before.

"You want to ask me why the nc in a copy can also hear the oracle." Nishen sat on the side of the boat and rowed, he smiled and looked back at Bai Jiamu, "Except for such judges, you can call the gods from time to time. A one-way phone call asked him about the oracle, whether an ordinary person can hear the oracle depends on the intensity of the person's inner desire."

"In other words, most of the oracles that a person can hear are what he wants to hear from God, and conforms to his own desires."

"In history, the fact that the oracle can be heard is mostly because this person wants to obtain a certain status, so he uses theocratic power as a guise to persecute others.

Nishen retracted his gaze. "It does not rule out that someone can really hear the oracle. God does like to suggest to such a person with strong desire, and then use this person to mess up the world, and then use this person to control the world. "

"God doesn't want to see peace in the world, so that he has no value in existence."

Several killer sequence players who wanted to hear gossip all leaned over and squatted beside Nishen, and the small wooden boat fell to one side afterwards.

He quickly put his foot to the other side, stunned the two team members running here, stabilized the boat, and said helplessly, "You don't want to help rowing to see a person rowing lively, so how can you pay for it? Helping to capsize the ship, you are the undercover agents sent by the traditional indigenous group to assassinate."

The team members nodded seriously, "That's not impossible. The traditional party has the advantage of the game. If you use your head to betray, we may be able to lie down and pass the level."

Rebellious ""

What is the purpose of taking them through the game so hard?

Several killer sequence players all smiled, and they all knew that this instance was to help the spades run in.

A few of the players were very young. In the process of running in and out of spades, coupled with the presence of a tactician like a rebellious tactician, it really feels like playing a game, and they all play very relaxed. .

Bai Jiamu took the oar of the **** against the gods and asked curiously, "When the desire is very strong, you can't hear the oracle."

He squinted at him against the gods, "You are young, you can have strong desires, and those who are deserving of God must have quite strong desires."

A team member next to him joked meaningfully, "Oh, young, Bai Jiamu, when you have the strongest desires, do you wake up every day?"

Bai Jiamu was so angry that he lifted the pulp and gave it to this person, "Bo Yi, don't make this kind of colorful jokes depending on whether you are my brother-in-law, and be careful if you cut it into pieces and feed the fish."

Bai Yi touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and shut up.

Bai Jiamu looked at the **** against the gods, his ears turned red and fiercely retorted, "Isn't Bai Liu young? Didn't you say that he was chosen by **** to become the heir? Then he can have a strong desire to get up and come by himself every day."

Bai Yi quietly retorted "No, he was married to spades, so he played with spades at night."

Bai Jiamu ""

Rebellious ""

After a while, Bai Yi touched his chin, and added thoughtfully, "Of course, if Bai Liu has a strong desire, it is not impossible to come again in the morning, and it may be from morning to night."

Bai Jiamu lifted the pulp blankly and hit Bai Yi's ass, slamming him into the water fiercely.

Bai Yi’s head quickly emerged from the surface of the water. He looked at Bai Jiamu in disbelief, with a naked-eye grievance on his face. "What are you doing is not what I said, Bai Liu said by himself, he said he and I used 18 boxes of spades in one night to avoid Guru."

Bai Jiamu stood up and stepped on the side of the ship, with a furious expression on the oars against Bai Yi's head and pressed down, "Shut up, I'm still underage."

Bai Yi screamed, "Bo Jiamu, you can't stop adults from telling pornographic jokes by relying on your underage. You only have one month to become an adult."

"Adults should have yellow free Gurulu spades are married, do you want to deny the fact that he has an object and has sex? Gurulu"

Bai Yi yelled and forced, "You just don't want to be the last one in the team. Even the straight man of spades found his wife earlier than you."

Bai Jiamu was red from his ears to the base of his neck, and he slapped Bai Yi's face with the oars with a vicious expression.

Bai Yi fell back in a dazed manner, with mosquito coils in his eyes, and gradually no bubbles floated up on the surface of the water.

Bai Jiamu took two deep breaths, then his face flushed, his eyes were fierce, and he sat down very calmly. He looked at the rebellious god. "Basically, completely, not mind that he is the last single male in the killer sequence. Don't listen to him." nonsense."

Nishen calmly ignored the blood stains on the oars and gave him a thumbs up, "It's a good job to kill one's relatives."

”Tart”bnk”

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