Zoom in a corner of Resurrection Town, Chen Yin's eyes fell into prison.

From that full moon night when the Holy Land fell, all kinds of tampering with the Resurrection Town have never stopped.

For example, it suddenly turns the water that a person drinks into a stone, or it tricks into a handsome young man’s longing for a noble lady, or it turns the gold coins of the aristocratic gentry into pigeons and flies into ordinary people’s homes.

Whether true believers or pagans, they have always witnessed all kinds of fantasies and treacherous things in the past decade, and have nowhere to be found in search of them. Finally, they have to sigh that miracles have appeared repeatedly. This withdrawn town a hundred years ago is still a place for divine scrolls.

Enlarge the prison, enter the inside from the perspective, the warden's room with rushes and lit rushes, and the warden with half bearded Fu Yan clicked on the contract.

The warden's room is built underground, and the ventilation environment is not good. The smoke from the lights will not dissipate for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yin moved away from the prison and fell on the Baron's castle.

There is a saying that to solve the problem, it is best to find his superiors instead of him.

The castle was enlarged and its vision fell into the interior. The castle was divided into upper and lower levels, and it was rounded as a whole, surrounded by several towers. Since the Baron surrendered to the pagans, the town of Resurrection developed a prosperous farmers and traders. Over the years, the watchtower was built, all of which were piled up with good stones.

Baron Ate's room is in the upper castle.

Baron Ate, who had lost his wife and unmarried, had supper with his son. After routine evening prayers, he ordered his servants to light beeswaxes and go back to his room to rest.

In the True Sect, the candle made of honey is believed to have a sacred atmosphere. Baron Ate, who knew the current affairs, surrendered to the pagans early, and changed his letter to retain the title, but privately maintained the True Sect faith.

He took out the icon from the closet, folded his hands together, and applied the candle oil dripping from beeswax to his forehead.

"My Lord, please listen to my prayers... Please pity your hard work as a father. The dog son Ronald is really stupid and naughty, and it is really hard to succeed. Please enlighten him..."

Chen Yin clearly heard his prayers.

Ronald, the only son of the Baron, also heard something. It was not just as simple as stupid. According to his own observations and other people's gossip, Ronald had been burned by a high fever, had defects in IQ, had abnormal language, and would also do strange behaviors repeatedly.

If you hadn't been exorcist, you would have been possessed by people as ghosts and gods.

The beeswax candle is filled with a faint fire, and the mist is filled with a honey-scented fragrance.

Baron Ate closed his eyes and muttered something.

On the throne of the Yunhai Royal Sea, Chen Yin extinguished the lights on the second floor of the Bell Tower of Suffering.

Half of the beeswax candles remained, and Baron Ate was about to end his prayer.

Suddenly, he felt that his eyelids seemed to be heavy, tightly closed, and could not open even a crack.

The sweet and savory sweetness of honey is particularly rich.

After realizing something, Baron Atei was trembling from his heart to his heel.

My Lord...I want to respond!

"I can't promise you." Chen Yin said slowly.

A sacred, pure voice sounded in my ears.

The expression on Baron Ate's face suddenly became stiff, and fear that could not be explained surged on every strand of hair. He tried his best to act pious and humble.

"Why...My Lord, please forgive my ungodly, but I am just pretending to convert to faith and still serve you with all my heart."

However, there was no response for a long time.

Baron Ate was anxious. If he had not been absolutely humble in front of the gods, he had already paced like an ant in the hot pan.

Capturing his expression, Chen Yin immediately organized a mysterious and mysterious language.

After a long time, the sound of the gods came into my ears.

"I am not because you are ungod, but because you are not good."

Baron Ate stood tall when he heard this.

"If you are kind, why do you need to make my people suffer and be oppressed by the believers of false gods!" Chen Yin slightly raised his voice.

"What should I do...My Lord, please give your humble servant some guidance." Baron Ate was even more humble.

The gods responded.

"The only way to do good is to do good."

“It has nothing to do with me.”

After a while, Baron Atai could no longer smell the rich honey, and his eyelids suddenly became lighter. He opened his eyes with trembling trembling.

"Give good deeds..." he couldn't help but whisper.

Soon Baron Ate thought of something.

During the mourning days of pagans, true believers are often falsely accused and persecuted. As the ruler of the town, he will not be unclear.

However, the pagans who were in charge would always offer a considerable amount, so he turned a blind eye.

"So that's it? My Lord, I will return to my path."

Seeing Baron Atai understand, Chen Yin retracted his gaze, moved his perspective away, and took a look at the entire Resurrection Town again.

He was quite satisfied with his appearance.

The eyes of Baron Atei are not only deliberately creating a sense of sacredness, but also related to the Bell Tower of Suffering.

True Ah Wen is engraved with a true proverb.

[Gods and men cannot meet each other and cannot know each other.]

Such a plain sentence, after reading it for a long time, you will suddenly feel the heavy weight that has been accumulated for thousands of years.

Chen Yin is not a dying character, and has been strictly abide by it in recent years.

Staring at the Resurrection Town, Chen Yin thought of something, and immediately mobilized the clouds and mists to transform into an identical phantom.

"Let's deduce the future ten years later."

If he could just tamper with the person and thing in the Resurrection Town at will, Chen Yin would not think that he had any divine power, at best he had more powerful power than a baron.

But you can deduce the future of the town and get a glimpse of the future.

The lights on the second floor of the Bell Tower of Suffering were all turned off, and only half of the first floor was left.

The whole town's phantom was running quickly, and time passed quickly.

Chen Yin felt like the kingdom's storm was five times faster. In a very short time, the phantom interpreted the birth, old age, sickness and death of Resurrection Town, and the entanglements of humanity.

"A manuscript of ancient witchcraft fell on the hands of the only wizard in the town: Lucius."

"Ancient prophecies of unknown origin were finally deciphered, only the first half of the sentence: the baron will die in faith."

The same start as before... Chen Yin thought to himself.

That magic manuscript that came from unknown places... appears almost every deduction.

And this time it appeared in Lucius's hands.

"The Baron fell ill after a year of infection with wind and cold. Because of his devotion, he insisted on using the True Cultist doctor in private. Finally, under the service of the two great holy methods of diarrhea therapy and bloodletting therapy, his soul returned to the sky."

"His child ascended the throne, and Ronald, who was born stupid, finally choked to death by food."

"The wizard Lucius took over the town of Resurrection and imposed heavy taxes on the real people in the town. The fanatical pagan nobles forced the townsmen on a large scale and even the serfs under their command to convert. This was only five years after the death of the baron."

Chen Yin takes a panoramic view and quickly filters information in his heart.

"On another day of mourning, a serf uprising led by the gentry of the true sage broke out. The simple slogan of 'Don't have a false god', 'Let our priests come back' was deafening. The rule of the pagans was overthrown, the wizard Lucius was hanged, his evil eyes were dug out, and his wild dogs were bitten to pieces, and the blood of the pagans was soaked in the streets, regardless of women or children."

"After two years of rule, the Truth Army, who intends to restore the holy land, set foot on this land and was warmly welcomed by the Truth Army. However, the Truth Army forced taxes and finally ransacked the place."

"The movement to Restoration Holy Land failed. The Truth Army left this land and took away everything, leaving only an endless plague. The skinny townsmen were hungry... at first, they were dogs, horses, barks... and then the infected corpses, cooking the corpses of their families' unhappy bones. In the end, even the E-Child Eat became the lightest crime. The entire Resurrection Town fell into madness!"

"As the pagans recovered, they set their sights on the town of Resurrection. When the cavalry wielded spears shattered the low walls of the town, the true believers who used to massacre pagans doubled down to repay their blood debt."

"The day ten years later, Resurrection Town was burned. The raging fire did not go out for nine days."

...........

Even though he had deduced it countless times, Chen Yin couldn't help feeling suffocated.

"It's the end of the destruction of the entire Resurrection Town?"

Basically, every time he tampers with Resurrection Town, Chen Yin would try to deduce the ending of Resurrection Town ten years later.

Every tampering, no matter how small, will cause changes in the ending.

This seems to be a butterfly effect.

But without exception, this lone town in the past only experienced a flash in the pan and soon turned into the dust of history, leaving only traces of madness and fear.

Either blood flows into a river, or burns down, or collapses in mountain torrents... Before this, you must always be immersed in the purgatory of the world and finally be destroyed by heaven and earth.

"Maybe...only the correct butterfly effect will lead to the results I want." Chen Yin said to himself.

There are ten years left... Take your time.

Staring at the Resurrection Town, Chen Yinmuran felt a little small.

Expand the scope of the Kingdom of God, not only the resurrection town, but dominate the kingdom and even the empire for a hundred years?

Soon, Chen Yin interrupted his thoughts.

Don’t think too much, you still have to do what you are doing.
To be continued...