This is a basement in the outskirts of the city. The surroundings are dark and silent. Only at the innermost end of the basement, there is a faint yellow fire burning.
It was a humble altar full of candlesticks.
The candle burns quietly, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of inferior candles.
In front of the altar, a middle-aged woman with a plain turban fell to her knees and prayed silently.
Right in front of her, that is, in the center of the altar, there is a round stone with a carved pattern on it. She was whispering softly to this glyph.
Most of the words are prayers for miracles and murmurs of offering faith.
After she finished chanting, she leaned down, leaned her forehead deeply against the floor, and slowly stretched her hands forward as if she were prostrate. Then he suddenly stood up, knelt on the ground, raised his head and shouted a strange tone.
When these words fell, a breeze blew inexplicably from the closed basement, swaying the flames on the candlesticks.
After being still in the breeze for a few seconds, the middle-aged woman sat on the ground and sighed softly: "Unfortunately, after the bishop went to the kingdom of God, the following sacrifices lost their meaning. Otherwise, how could it be only Get this little breeze."
"I remember that the bishop said that only the power of death can irrigate the eruption of Germination. There is no complete sacrifice today. Maybe only when I am dying, the God of Germination will notice me as a humble believer."
The woman stood up with emotion: "Alas, if it weren't for the wishes of the bishop, I would have left this world long ago."
The woman shook her head, stood up staggeringly, and walked into the darkness step by step.
After a while, the sound of opening and closing the door sounded in the dark, and the woman's pace was getting farther and farther. Apparently, she had left the basement.
Not long after she left, the candle on the altar suddenly flickered again.
A young man dressed in a black gentleman's uniform slowly showed his stature in the twinkling of sparks.
The young man looked at the direction of the basement door and whispered to himself, "God of Germination, do you think it is the real god?"
The youth flashed irony in his eyes, then turned to look at the statue on the altar. It is a round stone with a sprouting sprout carved into it.
When looking at this tender bud pattern, the young man's eyes flashed a positive color: "It really is it."
A gust of wind came and blew out the candles on the altar. With the invasion of darkness, the figure of the young man slowly disappeared.
Palladova, the entrance to the deserted city.
The deserted city and the new city are separated by a river. The middle-aged woman who was praying in the basement before, wearing a mask, walked through the smog-shrouded new city and came to the river.
Because the construction of the new city requires a large amount of metal materials, the wastewater that has been treated with metal is all dumped into Hanoi. The originally clear river water has now changed its appearance, with various colors converging, the dumping of unknown garbage, the thick foam floating on the river surface, and the stench is overwhelming.
When the middle-aged woman walked across the bridge, looking at the disgusting color in the river, anger flashed in her eyes.
"God of Germination, quickly bring your devout believers to the kingdom of God. This world has been polluted by steel monsters, and there is no place for believers to survive."
She shouted at the bridge head in pain. There were not many people around, and the only few people were just homeless people. Listening to the woman's roar, she didn't even raise her head.
This drama has been on for five years. Every time she crossed the bridge, she would come here. I was tired of watching and listening, and I didn't even want to reward her with eyes.
This is a madman who believes in a cult.
The middle-aged woman crossed the bridge, her eyes slightly better, but looking at the abandoned building, she couldn't help shaking her head. How beautiful these buildings used to be, they are all her childhood memories, the delicate and prosperous under the blue sky and white clouds. But now, they are all overgrown with weeds, and there are holes everywhere. These holes are all stones removed by homeless people and secretly sold for money.
The beauty has disappeared, maybe only the God of Germination can save this filthy world, right
With grief, she slowly came to the parish.
The parish is the most shabby place in the barren city, because the king of Yirong Kingdom is very disapproving of religion.
Before the deserted city was abandoned, the parish had already suffered a catastrophe. Although there are many holes in the house outside, at least a few complete buildings can be seen, but here is different, almost all the buildings are incomplete.
Either the roof is missing or half collapsed.
Only a small remote church can maintain its approximate original appearance. Because this chapel was only built seven years ago; however, a major incident occurred there five years ago, and more than 20 believers all disappeared, causing the chapel to be abandoned.
The middle-aged woman staggered forward among the rubble, targeting the chapel.
Pushing open the door of the church, with the creaking sound, dim light entered the interior, and you could see that it was empty.
After entering the church, she naturally came to the courtyard at the side entrance of the church, drew a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard, and came to the church. Using a pure white cloth soaked in water, she slowly wiped the water on the main platform of the church. Round stones.
This stone is the same as the one she pays homage to in the basement, with the pattern of "germination" carved on it.
She wiped it very carefully, and wiped everything.
As the water submerged, charming patterns slowly emerged on the stone.
She looked at the texture on the stone, and her eyes flashed with satisfaction.
This is a rainstone. The characteristic of rain-patterned stone is that when it touches water, it will show colorful patterns. Rain grain stone is not a precious stone, but it is very popular with children.
When the bishop chose to carve the God of Germination on this rain-patterned stone, she objected because the rain-patterned stone was too cheap. But the bishop said that this rain-patterned stone was bestowed by the God of Germination, but she did not believe it at the time.
But after the actual carving, she realized that perhaps the bishop was right. Because after being soaked in water, these lines and the budding carvings on them not only fit but are perfect.
The bishop was summoned by the God of Germination five years ago. Before going to the kingdom of God, he also told her that she must come and scrub this rain-patterned stone frequently.
It was because of the bishop's instructions that she stayed and did not go to the kingdom of God.
Thinking about it now, I still regret it.
After rubbing the stone, she rubbed her slightly sore waist. Today's task is completed. According to the cleanliness, it is enough to clean it a second time in a week.
Thinking of this, she finally prayed to the God of Germination and prepared to turn around and leave.
But just when she turned around, she found that there was another person not far behind her.
It was a young man dressed like a nobleman.
Wearing a black gentleman's uniform and hat. Because his back was facing the direction of the door, he was in the backlight, and he could not see his appearance for a while, and could only vaguely see a pair of blue sea-like pupils.
The middle-aged woman was startled, clutching her chest and said, "You... Who are you? When did you come in?"
The young man took off his hat, revealing short golden hair. His hair was a little soft, and it swayed slightly with the tilt of the hat and the blowing of the breeze.
The young man put his hat on his chest and introduced himself: "My name is Angel, forgive me, can I ask the lady something?"