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And then, the darkness before my eyes slowly dissipated, revealing the true appearance of this spiritual world.

That... is a real hell.

My pupils shrank as I looked at everything in front of me, but in the end I couldn't say a word.

I saw countless bloody figures filling the entire space, looking at me with miserable eyes, which were complicated and incomprehensible.

Chapter 205

The bodies were bloody and tattered, and every figure looked like a bloody mummy, with flesh and blood but a withered body.

They looked at me with painful and pleading expressions, but their mouths seemed to be blocked by some invisible force. They opened their throats and roared madly, but no sound came out.

A painting of hell, as if passing through the legendary tongue-pulling hell, with complete silence.

My eyes swept around, then my face turned cold and I walked forward, looking for Sun He among this dense crowd of people who looked like mummies.

It's like a blessing that comes to mind, or like an innate instinct.

I seemed to understand the structure of this spiritual world, and also understood who this haggard fellow in front of me was.

The so-called suturing experiment is not to let my flesh devour the consciousness of the experimental subjects, but to imprison them in this spiritual world.

This is a big prison, a prison controlled by me. The reason why the fused experimental subject wants to pounce on me is only because in my flesh consciousness, I should be the master of this prison.

Everything here is decided by me, so when I shouted "shut up", the howling sounds stopped instantly, and all the prisoners in the prison lost the chance to speak.

Those guys who looked like mummies all looked at me with sad and begging eyes. They just blocked my way with their shriveled and broken bodies, opened their mouths wide and begged silently.

I ignored these guys and continued looking for Sun He. But even though I couldn't make any sound, I could still read their meaning from their repetitive and monotonous mouth shapes.

Save me... That's probably what it means.

I continued to move forward, and with every step I took, those withered figures would timidly retreat, not daring to truly stop me.

Everything is fake, everything is false, I told myself this, trying to ignore the dark masses of mummies.

These people are the ones who once ate my flesh and drank my blood. They once watched me screaming, wailing, and begging on the podium.

That was my nightmare, a traumatic experience that I could never completely let go of.

I am not a saint, on the contrary I am just an ordinary person with an immortal body.

I'm petty, so I hate them.

I hated them. I never expected them to save me. But when I was hung on the high platform like an animal, I looked down through the blood in the corners of my eyes and did not see a trace of pity or guilt. Only joy when I shared flesh and blood.

No one ever said that it was wrong or that it shouldn't have happened. They just wanted to share me and make a steaming pot of broth.

No guilt, no apology, taking my suffering for granted.

So, no matter how miserable they look at this moment, I don't want to forgive them.

As I thought this, my feet moved faster and faster. The guys standing in front of me didn't dare to touch me. They staggered backwards, and their feet felt empty, and they fell to the ground.

Sad and ridiculous.

I looked at them lying on the ground, and walked straight over them without even looking, not caring whether I would step on them or not.

This spiritual world seemed to have no end, and there was no visible edge. And no one knew where that beast Sun He had gone. There was no trace of him at all.

Is it because the fusion time is too short and he has not yet arrived in this spiritual world?

I frowned, feeling a little annoyed, and became more and more displeased as I looked at the cowering mummies in front of me.

At this moment, I suddenly felt someone behind me, gently pulling the corner of my clothes.

I turned around suddenly and when I looked up, I saw a dirty, skinny little girl standing behind me.

The little girl had lost one arm. She was dirty and small. She stood timidly behind me, her little mouth moving slightly but no sound came out.

I was stunned for a moment, and for some unknown reason, I opened my mouth to speak.

"say."

As I finished my words, the sound of terror, chaos, and miserable pleading once again bombarded my ears, and I almost thought I was going deaf.

Amidst all the noise, the little girl closed her mouth, said nothing, and just looked at me quietly.

As our eyes met, I seemed to see that the little girl's body became thinner and thinner. She carefully stretched out a hand, placed it between my palms, and spoke softly in a childish voice.

"I'm sorry, big brother."

I raised my eyebrows and sneered. What's the point of apologizing now that things have come to this? Do you really think I will accept it?

However, the next moment, a strange memory seemed to flow into my mind unreasonably along the little girl's palm.

In the gray fragments of memory, I saw a little girl held in her mother's arms, standing among the crowd, looking at a high platform in the distance.

On the high platform, I was tied to a wooden stake, my flesh and blood were all over the place, and my consciousness was hazy. Someone kept cutting and kneading me with a sharp blade to draw my blood.

The little girl didn't dare to watch this scene. She turned her head away in fear, buried her face in her mother's arms, and spoke in a childish voice.

"Mom, why are we doing this?"

The little girl's mother reached out and gently stroked the little girl's face, and said in a hoarse and tired voice.

"To survive, silly girl."

The little girl seemed unable to understand how heavy the three words "survive" were, and just said it naively.

"But... that big brother... will die."

Hearing this, her mother soothed her softly.

"That big brother is immortal. He won't die."

The little girl was skeptical. She raised her little face from her mother's arms and said in confusion.

"But he looks like he's in pain."

Her mother's face darkened, but she hugged the little girl tightly and continued to comfort her with a guilty look.

"no."

"That big brother is our God."

"He is our protector. It won't...it won't hurt."

Hearing this, the little girl finally regained some spirit. She turned around, and although she didn't dare to look, she could only squint her eyes, and then waved her arms vigorously towards the platform.

"Silly girl, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, the little girl turned around and spoke seriously to her mother.

"I'm greeting God."

"It's just that he didn't seem to see me."

Hearing this, the little girl's mother showed a complicated look. She held the little girl's arm, waved gently towards the platform, and spoke seriously.

"God will see us."

The memory fragments came to an abrupt end here, and my consciousness returned to the spiritual world.

My eyes flickered and focused on the little girl in front of me and asked softly.

"Now, do you still think I'm a god?"

Hearing this, the little girl nodded seriously without hesitation and spoke softly in her childish voice.

"You always have been."

Chapter 206 Forgiveness

"Now, do you still think I'm a god?"

"You always have been."

The little girl's innocent and tender voice fell into my heart like stones, echoing endlessly.

My eyes darkened and I squatted down unconsciously. I stretched out my hand, placed it on the little girl's face, and gently stroked it, wiping away the blood and dust on her face.

The soil was stained with blood and felt like hard mud. I looked into the innocent eyes of the little girl and asked slowly, my voice suddenly becoming a little softer.

"In that case, why are you still saying sorry?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, put her little face against my palm, and spoke very seriously.

"Because...big brother looks unhappy."

"God can't be wrong, so I must be wrong."

I was stunned, and suddenly I didn't dare to look into the little girl's eyes. Her eyes were very clear, just like Tongtong, the one I picked up at the beginning. They were so similar.

The most important thing is that in a place I never thought of, there really are people who treat me as a god. That should have been a lie, a disgusting lie.

But no matter what, the lie still deceived people.

I looked at the little girl in front of me and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. Not long ago, I told such a clichéd religious story.

The god wanted to destroy a city, so he asked a good man what he thought. In order to save the city, the good man lied and said that there were more than a hundred good people like him in the city.

So, for the sake of those more than one hundred good people, the gods decided not to destroy the city.

Later, the good man confessed to the gods that he had lied and that there were not so many good people in the city.

But the god heard this and said that even just one of them would be enough to convince him to keep the city.

At that time, I was extremely disdainful of this story. I thought it was old-fashioned and disgusting. I also felt that the god in the story was too much like a fool.

But until this moment, I seem to understand some of the meaning of that story.

I looked at the young girl in front of me, her withered body, and slowly lowered my brows.

Even at this moment, I still hate those people in the Corpse God Cult and have no intention of forgiving them.

But... I want to forgive the little girl in front of me.

She is very small and innocent. Her legs are short and she walks very slowly. Her voice is childish and sounds full of ignorance.

She really thinks I am her god.

So, what is God?

I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes. Everyone in this spiritual world was suffering from a torture worse than death. They could not die, but they could not be considered alive either. They were repeating in agony over and over again.

This is the retribution they deserve for their changes, and it is irrefutable.

They do not deserve forgiveness or relief.

But this child deserves it, she deserves to be free.

I know, it sounds stupid, but I want to do it.

Since this little girl regards me as a god, then I should do what a god should do.

I slowly opened my eyes and spoke to the little girl word by word.

"I forgive you."

There was silence all around, nothing happened. I knew why. During these ten years, the little girl in front of me had already been connected to the entire spiritual world.

If you want to free her.

Then this spiritual world would have to disappear completely and lose its meaning of existence. So simply forgiving the little girl is far from enough. I need to do more.

I sighed, my eyes became gentle, my palm moved down slightly, pressed on the tip of the little girl's nose, looked at her broken body, and spoke softly.

"I forgive you."

"So...sleep well."

Crack! As I finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on the dome of this boundless world, and it quickly expanded, like a broken eggshell, occupying the entire world.

A ray of light appeared on the little girl's body, and cracks appeared on her body, spreading all over the body. The next moment, her body suddenly shattered and turned into dust.

The entire spiritual world also completely collapsed at this moment. Those guys who should have suffered eternal pain disappeared along with the collapse of the spiritual world and were freed.

As the spiritual world collapsed, I in the real world finally slowly opened my eyes, and the next moment, what came into my sight was a huge, rapidly decaying corpse.

In the dim light, I was lying in a huge piece of meat, in the belly of that behemoth. All the pieces of meat were decaying rapidly, as if it had to make up for a full ten years in just a few seconds.

Death means bones and decay.