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If he receives no response for a long time, will he still believe that he is a child favored by the gods?

Oh.

So what if they're fanatics?

That's how beliefs are; they can be eroded as soon as there's even the slightest crack.

Ning Feng was not surprised at all.

Step by step.

Ning Feng, lost in thought, did not stop and walked towards the door.

Step by step.

Even though he was about to reach the door, Ning Feng still showed no sign of slowing down.

Just as he was a meter away from the door, he heard the priest's weary voice behind him:

"...Please wait a moment."

He stopped walking but didn't turn around. Ning Feng's lips subtly curled up as he faced away from him.

Ning Feng knew.

I guessed right again.

A rustling sound arose, and a shadow fell overhead, the tall figure blocking the dim candlelight in the room.

The pastor stared at Ning Feng's retreating figure, his eyes, filled with insect eggs, concealing deep pain, and sighed:

"Regarding your pain, I think we can find common ground..."

With a melancholy voice filled with complex emotions, the pastor placed his hand on Ning Feng's shoulder.

"It has been a long time... a very long time since I heard the voice of my Lord."

In the cold room, the pastor and Ning Feng stood silently, both lost in melancholy at the same time.

The pastor was expressing his relief that he had finally found someone who shared his situation.

Ning Feng, however, was thinking about something completely different.

He was thinking:

"Hiss! Although the scene is quite different..."

"But if Shirin sees this scene, won't she have some unnecessary associations?"

They won't suddenly realize that they were tricked by me in this way... *cough*

Blinking, Ning Feng silently prayed in his heart.

I pray that my Shirin will remain as innocent and easy to please as before.

This is just a ploy to lure you in; smart kids shouldn't take it personally!

"However, based on my understanding of her, she shouldn't have thought of it."

Yes, that's really nice.

……

Shirin really didn't expect that.

Aside from the fact that she already knew Ning Feng had been trying to seduce her, it was also because she wasn't watching Ning Feng's live stream from his perspective.

At this moment, Xilin is watching another live stream.

Flying in from the outer balcony of the castle, Shirin replaced her invisibility spell with a higher level one.

Compared to invisibility spells that only conceal one's physical form, advanced invisibility spells can also conceal one's scent to a certain extent, which is very useful for spellcasters like her who do not have much stealth ability.

Walking down the dusty castle corridors, Shirin first admired the ornate decorations on the walls, which were very characteristic of the Dark Ages, before turning her head to look at the main hall where a ball was being held.

"A wild night."

The dome of the main hall disappeared, and the entire dance floor was exposed to the red moon.

A grand ball is being held in the palace at this moment, where hundreds of nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes are chatting and twirling on the dance floor.

The candlesticks burned with a ghostly blue light, making the whole scene even more eerie.

"This is truly insane."

The survivors were fleeing, roaring and wailing.

Meanwhile, the dead danced in the ballroom, intoxicated by the illusory reality.

Through the window of the second-floor corridor, Shireen looked at the king, who sat at the head of the table, and slowly nodded:

"Is this the source of my sense of danger?"

Its body was several times larger than that of an ordinary undead, and it wore a worn-out crown that looked unusually small compared to its head.

A king, clad in golden armor and composed entirely of bones, resides here.

legend.

Although the aura was very faint, Shirin was certain that the opponent's strength had reached the legendary level.

Was he a legendary warrior in his lifetime? Or did he reach this level after being resurrected and over a long period of time?

But whatever the specific reasons, the current situation remains unchanged.

In the Star Chaser competition, a legendary Undead Lord actually appeared!

"That's insane!"

Xilin was very worried about Ning Feng's safety, but she also believed that her man, who was full of secrets, would not be in dire straits at this stage.

There is only one reason why she would deliberately approach this dangerous castle.

Shirin saw Jasmine, who was participating in the competition, and Sophie, whom she had met once before.

Seeing Sophie being carried in the arms of a lame blond man, passing through the palace guards, and slowly making her way towards the ball deep inside the castle...

It wasn't that I wanted to help; I wasn't that familiar with Sophie.

Shireen simply wanted to find some clues from Sophie, the legitimate daughter of the Jasmine family.

Some clues about "what kind of competition does Jaslin's family hope to see this time?"

……

The night continues.

After the most devastating period, the rate of decline gradually slowed and eventually came to a standstill.

The contestants who were being chased by the undead gradually figured out their own ways to deal with it.

Some used their abilities to find secluded places to hide, while others tried to smear their bodies with rotting flesh to blend into the undead. Finally, some people remembered to join forces while fleeing together...

Most of these people succeeded, but a small percentage failed.

Especially that guy who had the wild idea of being covered in rotten flesh, he was almost chopped into mincemeat by the rampaging undead.

Despite the tragic circumstances of most participants, some gradually found their own rhythm.

Andrew, a young man with deep blue eyes, was one of those who had been silently watching Ning Feng's back in the crowd.

He appeared in the old aristocratic house from the beginning and did not contact anyone. He silently searched the room, trying to find some clues.

He actually found it.

In the secret room behind the bookshelf, Andrew discovered a dusty parchment book.

The text above is written in an exceptionally ornate aristocratic script, recounting the rise and fall of a legendary noble family.

It began when he was the first head of the family, a stable boy, and was appreciated by the founding king because he was chosen by the oracle as the "son of prophecy".

It unfolds a story of rapid advancement, reminiscent of a wish-fulfillment novel, culminating in the position of Duke, and recounts a nearly two-hundred-year history of the rise of nobility.

In the end, the family business ceased when the previous patriarch squandered all the family fortune through endless extravagance and pleasure.

The author of this book expresses his resentment and regret at the injustice of fate.

He lamented that the previous patriarch had lost the favor of the gods, but he didn't use a single word to criticize his extravagant behavior, which he considered perfectly natural.

In the last few pages of the book, the author devotes considerable space to praising the deity who no longer favors his own family, attempting to regain his mercy.

Of course, nothing was gained.

So, in utter disappointment, I changed my attitude in the end.

He began writing down a curse called "Prophecy"!

Cursing this country that was once favored by the gods, but was ultimately abandoned by them!

May they never rise again, may they never find peace!

Holding the book, Andrew felt as if he were touching something real.

"Is the riots outside the window, everything in this country, related to the prophecies in this book?"

---Aside---

I have done good deeds all my life, how could I have fallen to the level of Calvin?

It hurts.

By the way, the current plot is the main storyline, not a side story.

Let me think carefully about how to quickly get to the point.