"Ana..."

Sword-shaped calamari leaves are hung crosswise on the walls by the window, and spotting beads filled with several spices are embedded on the ceiling above. This is the medical room of the Temple of Kulun.

It is exactly the same as that time five years ago, clean, tidy, warm and bright, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the air. It is the fragrance emitted by calamari leaves, which can calm the mind and nourish the heart and eliminate fatigue.

Ulu sat in a daze on the bed. He had been sitting like this since he woke up. He had been sitting like this for more than half an hour. A slight black air overflowed from his right hand, looking extremely eye-catching between the snow-white bedding.

As if attracted by the black air floating in front of him, Ulu turned his head and looked at his right hand. The skin on the back of his right hand was slightly squirming, and some dark green scales happened to emerge.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and Ulu suddenly raised his left hand and slammed it hard towards his right hand, as if he wanted to discount the right hand!

However, when the two hands were about to come into contact, closely connected scales suddenly appeared on the right hand, and countless scales completely wrapped the elbow below the right hand, like a lizard's claw. At the same time, the five fingers of the right hand were elongated and deformed, forming five long tentacles. The translucent mucus overflowed from the pores on the surface of the tentacles, rapidly corroding the bedding blanket that was touched.

With a "bang", the left hand slammed heavily on the right hand, but the left hand that was exerting force was the pain.

"Sure enough, even such low-level magic weapon contains demon souls?" Ulu couldn't help thinking in his heart as he looked at the bedding that was corroded by the mucus.

The magic weapon born from the right hand - the corrosive tentacle was not manifested by Ulu's own will, but by the self-defense action made by the instinctive consciousness of the devil's residual soul in the magic weapon. The magic weapon was born from the residual soul after the devil's fall and the blood and energy of human beings. Although the devil's residual soul lost the wisdom of independent thinking due to being too broken, it still retained its instinctive consciousness. Just like yesterday, it was also relying on the instinctive consciousness of this residual soul to avoid Ruolan's fatal attack...

"No, her name is Anna... Didn't she even tell me her real name before? There should be no need to hide it, right?" Ulu smiled self-deprecatingly. Yesterday's memories came like a tide, so clear that he could not even have the right to regard it as a dream.

Ulu frowned, his expression became more and more miserable. He shook his right hand, watched the scales and tentacles shrink into the inner layer of the skin bit by bit, and finally turned back to an ordinary right hand. As long as he wanted, corroding the residual soul in the tentacles could not disobey his orders, and even self-harm could be achieved. As Anna said, he is indeed a natural controller of the magic weapon, and there is no need to worry about being retaliated against by the residual soul in the magic weapon.

"God loves the world, as long as the world believes in him." Reciting the first motto in the beginning of the "Divine Code", an old man with kind eyes pushed the door in. He was wearing a white robe embroidered with the appearance of the god "Kulun". He held a plate with clear porridge and side dishes in his hand. His eyes were filled with worry when he looked at Ulu.

Ulu was shocked. He had just put away the corrosive tentacles, but the old man walked in. If the old man had come earlier, his identity as a demon disciple would have been instantly seen. From then on, there would be no place for him to stay in Kulunsha City.

On the surface, Ulu moved his body without any trace and sat under his butt with the traces corroded by mucus on his butt, then folded his hands together and kowtowed to the old man: "Prayer is the most intimate entrustment with God. Look up to him with your heart with integrity, and God will chant your wishes."

The person who came was Kaiyi, the old master of the Kulun Temple in Kulunsha City. He was also the first person to see when Ulu woke up five years ago. He would wake up from this medical room again now. Without thinking too much, he knew that it was the old master who touched the traces and then went to the scene to rescue Ulu who was fainted.

Seeing that Ulu's spirit was nothing wrong, the old palace master placed the dining plate on the table beside the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and said to Ulu: "We are all confused like sheep, and each of us goes his own way. However, God has given all of us sins to him, and as long as we are pious, we can be transcended."

The old palace master's eyes were surrounded by wrinkles but bright, looking directly at Ulu, which made him feel guilty and involuntarily lowered his head. He could block the residual marks corroded by the mucus, but could not change the fact that he had become a demon disciple.

He believed in God and respected God's Word, but there was the essence of a demon in his body, and everything had made him at a loss.

But facing the care of the old palace master, he forced himself to respond: "No matter what I encountered or saw, I will not betray God, because God has never burned out me."

The old palace master finally nodded with relief and reached out to Ulu's head. This action was natural, just like an elderly father stroking his children. Ulu did not hide or dodge, allowing the old palace master's rough hands to rub his slightly yellow black hair.

"Since you were rescued by me outside the city when you were a child, I watched you grow up. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. For five years, you have been unwilling to protect yourself under the temple. Instead, you have survived by your own efforts. You often help in the temple, but you are unwilling to receive compensation. I know that you have a tough personality and are more pious than anyone else's belief in gods. I did not force you, but yesterday you were attacked by a demon disciple. If it was a bad thing... I can no longer let you live outside alone. I have already ordered someone to organize the room where Cath lived. You should live in the temple from now on!"

The old palace master's words poured into Uru's heart that was about to be exhausted like a hot spring. His eyebrows swayed, and a layer of mist gradually spread in his eyes. He wanted to throw himself into the old palace master's arms and cried fiercely, but the traces corroded by the mucus under his butt made him dare not move a slightest. He was more afraid that the old palace master would be disappointed because of this than being able to stay in Kulunsha City anymore.

The old palace master is seventy-three years old this year, and only one granddaughter is left behind, called Catherine, and Cath is her nickname.

Two years ago, Catherine was sixteen years old and Ulu was thirteen years old. The two were barely regarded as childhood playmates. Unfortunately, things have changed now. Ulu hasn’t seen Catherine for two years, and only knows that she was following the priest from Zhongding Shenzhou to study.

Now that the old palace master gave Catherine's room to him, he obviously regarded him as a relative who was as important as Catherine. How could Ulu not see this?

But because of this, Ulu felt more and more guilty, and just endured the bitterness in his heart and nodded to the old palace master.

When the old palace master saw Ulu agreeing, he immediately smiled and repeatedly told him to recover from his injuries. He left the medical room soon after. Although Kulunsha City was small and the temple was relatively deserted, but because there were too few god servants in the temple, the old palace master's official duties were still quite busy.

After Ulu waited for the old palace master to leave, it took a long time before gradually calming down. He picked up the porridge and took a sip, but he couldn't taste it.

"Is the porridge I cook really hard to drink?" Ulu murmured to himself, then put down the bowls and chopsticks. He picked up a set of priest robe placed beside the bed and put it on, and then walked out of the bed with a staggering pace.

The priest robe on his body is already a little old, but it is obviously well preserved and has no damage. The only special thing is the small white flower with six petals embroidered on his chest.

Ulu knew that this was the priest robe that Catherine, the granddaughter of the old palace master, once wore. Catherine was tall and was about the same height as Ulu two years ago. The priest robe was just right on Ulu.

Lock the door from the inside, and then take out a pair of scissors from the drawer of the closet. Ulu carefully cut off the places with corrosion marks on the bedding and blankets, and then summoned the corrosive tentacles again, completely corroding the cut pieces. If you want to hide your identity as a demon, these traces must not be left.

After doing all this, Urudun felt weak all over. The size of the bedding and blanket was too large. With his ability, he could not corrode them all. It was the limit to corroding the pieces. As for the bedding and blankets that had been cut out of two large holes, he dragged them to the trash can, wrapped them into a ball and stuffed them into filth.

Fortunately, the bedding and blankets in the medical room are very thin and disposable, so there is no need to worry too much about someone who will dig out the garbage to study.

Shaking his head, the afternoon sun made the weak Ulu feel a slight dizzy. He held the wall and walked out of the Kulun Temple step by step. The Kulun Temple has not changed much in the past five years, and he can count and touch the bricks on the floor.

On the way, when I met believers who came to visit and pray, most of them bent down to salute him, and they respected him in their words and deeds. This was not the role of the priest robe on Ulu. After all, there were only six priests in the Temple of Kulun, including the priest, and those familiar faces were not so easy to admit their mistakes.

Ulu was treated only because of his own ability. Although he was not a divine servant, Ulu was not less proficient in theology than those priests. In the past two years, he often helped in the temple free of charge and did what the priests did.

In the Temple of Kulun, Ulu is recognized as a priest who does not have a priest title.

If it were normal, Ulu would definitely return it with formal etiquette, but now he did not have the strength to give it one by one, but he still nodded to his head and then slowly walked out of the temple under the worried eyes of everyone.

Those eyes were completely malice, but they were full of sincerity. But Ulu felt like a ray of light on his back at this moment, and he wanted to escape from everyone's sight earlier. He couldn't help but think that if his identity as a demon disciple was exposed, would those pure eyes turn into disgust and hatred in an instant?

Not many people know the status of the demon disciples in the minds of the believers of God better than him. Almost every theological Scripture describes it in detail. The demon disciples are the demons' minions, and everything they do is dirty and ugly. The recorded demon disciples are always despised by the people, pierced the heart by the paladin's spear, and are pressed onto the stolen stand and burned into charcoal by the heretic judges!

Especially in recent years, wherever there are demons, there are plagues raging, curses everywhere, and countless innocent people are killed and injured.

This further deepened the people's disgust towards the demons, and they wanted to kill them quickly.

Even Ulu himself was full of indescribable hatred for the demon, but he never thought that he was actually a member of the devil's favor?

Ulu was moving forward more and more heavily, and he ignored all the vendors who greeted him. What he was going to was his place in this Sand City of Kulun, a sand house located in the relief area.

Although it is a relief area, the gods believed in by the Kulun Temple are rare gods of fate - "Kulun". Under the protection of "Kulun", the Kulun Sand City has been peaceful and peaceful all year round, and there are not too poor people. Therefore, only Ulu lives in the relief area for a long time, and occasionally those who live in the sand house are only those hunters with poor capital turnover.

It is recorded in "The Record of Gods and Demons" that Kulun is a lower god with cow horns, turtle backs, horse hooves, and fox tails, and has the power to avoid disasters.

From the legend of gods and demons that was passed down when the three realms of man, gods and demons were shared thousands of years ago, it is said that where Kulun was stranded, he would usher in peace and peace for several years. At that time, the royal family of the ancient Loma Empire ordered the capture of Kulun to seek a place of peace in the war, but the whole country had nothing to gain. Instead, they became poorer and weaker because of the waste of money and were damaged, and soon declined. It can be seen that although Kulun was just a weak lower god, he was an extremely rare and extremely popular god.

Ulu read the "Dictionary of Gods and Demons" thoroughly and knew very well about the gods and demons recorded in it, and was always proud that the temple could sign a "God's Contract" with gods like "Kulun".

The fact that no one lives in the relief zone is the best manifestation of the power of "disaster avoidance".

After passing through the familiar narrow corridor, Ulu entered the relief area again, but his home was no longer there, and all he could see was a messy ruin.

Walking into the ruins, completely ignoring the priest's robe that was dragged to his ankles was stained by sand, stones and dust. Ulu walked back and forth in the ruins over and over again, as if looking for the feeling that could never be retrieved. During such a journey of memory, he seemed to be able to temporarily forget his identity as a demon disciple.

"Ulu, did the porridge today sprinkle the Mengsang flowers? How do you know that I like this kind of flower? The Mengsang flowers are so small, but they can survive in a harsh environment like the desert. Although the fragrance emitted is light, it can smell the fragrance for thousands of miles. When I was a child, I could fall asleep peacefully by smelling its fragrance."

"Uru, when I get better, take me around the Kulunsha City. I have been in exile here and haven't had time to take a good look."

"Uru, you said, if I die with the gods one day and you can only save one, who will you choose to save?"

...

"Who will I choose to save..." Wulu, who had always believed in firm beliefs, hesitated between the gods and her, whether it was once or now.

After wandering in the ruins for a long time, until the sky was getting darker and dusk was approaching, Ulu suddenly stopped and bent down, moving the sand and stones in front of him piece by piece, and a corner of a book buried underneath was revealed, but it was the "Divine Book" left by Ulu.

The sand and stones were gradually dug up, and the "Divine Book" presented the whole picture. Ulu carefully picked up the "Divine Book". This book has been with him for three years. Although it was dilapidated, it never lacked words or pages. Although it is covered with dust, it looks quite complete. It should take a while if you clean it carefully.

In the ruins, Ulu held the "Divine Book" and looked at the red sunset like blood, and sighed blankly: "You said that only by depravity can I become powerful. Can't I become powerful without depravity?"

He was far from aware of himself who would sigh so much, and his concern for Anna had exceeded his belief in the gods.
Chapter completed!