Chapter 1019

Ang subconsciously followed and ran. A feeling of familiarity floated in his soul. Why did this scene seem to have happened before? And why run? My fruit trees.

Ang, who had reacted, patted the lich's head and then stopped.

The lich was stunned by his pat, holding its head and looking at him: "Hit me, why?"

Ang said: "Why, run."

The lich said hurriedly: "Don't run, they hit."

"They, hit you, why?" Ang asked curiously.

The lich said: "He, grab things, I, twist neck, they hit me."

Ang looked at it suspiciously. With this cowardly look, it dared to twist someone else's neck? He dug and broke its lower leg, and it didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that Ang really didn't intend to run, the lich looked around, picked up a bone stick, held it in its hand, stood with Ang, and let out a fierce roar to embolden itself.

Unfortunately, it didn't have a chance to make a move. Those corpse lich skeletons rushed to Ang, and without a word, fell to the ground with a thud. And Ang just glared at them. The lich at the very front was indeed drooping its head.

The gap in rank was too large; basically, whoever he glared at would fall apart. More than a dozen skeleton liches fell to the ground with a thud, struggling in terror.

Ang ignored them and returned to his pit.

Not long after, a burst of fine footsteps sounded. Ang probed his consciousness out to look and saw the lich connecting the joints of those fallen-apart liches, helping them up, and then helping the guy with the drooping head roar fiercely a few times.

That drooping-headed lich nodded repeatedly, then bypassed Ang's pit, and ran away staggeringly with a few younger brothers.

As for the remaining mindless skeleton zombies, the lich first twisted off the head of one of the skeletons, then stuffed the soul fire of the remaining ones into the head, held it over, and handed it to Ang.

Ang shook his head to indicate he didn't want it, and the lich happily swallowed these soul fires itself.

It seems that the undead world here is as cruel as other places. But why did he let those wise liches go?

Asking this question, the lich said: "Teacher said, wisdom is not easy, cannot kill."

Ang thought of the hundreds of thousands of wise undead creatures here and wanted to know what was not easy about it, but after thinking about it, he was too lazy to ask and lay flat in the pit.

Half a day later, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si flew back. Seeing the trench covered with cloth on the ground and the two pits, and then seeing the strange lich, he had to lift Ang up. After asking, he was almost angered to death: "Why don't you ask who his teacher is?"

Ang turned to the lich and asked: "Your teacher, is who."

The lich responded: "Call Teacher."

"Pfft... Call what? What is your teacher's name? There must be a name, right? Also, what is your name? How did you get here? How did you get to know Ang?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"Teacher doesn't let say, his name, I am called, Scrooge." The lich said.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si blinked suspiciously: "Did your teacher break the law? Why didn't he let you say his name? Where is your teacher?"

Scrooge shook his head: "Teacher died, teacher didn't break the law, but teacher said, Holy God doesn't die, Thief Saint doesn't stop, so don't let us mention his name."

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si was stunned for a moment: "What does that mean? Holy God doesn't die, Thief Saint doesn't stop?"

This sentence sounded inexplicable at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it contained some profound philosophy. But the problem was that Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si didn't understand what it meant.

Are you kidding? He is the God of Knowledge, how could he not understand?

"Anthony, Anthony, come here." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si looked for a helper.

Anthony came over. After hearing this sentence, he was also stunned for a long time, muttering: "Holy, is God's will. Holy God is God's will's 'God'? That is to say, manifesting God's will into a kind of holy will?"

Muttering to here, Anthony slapped his thigh: "So the common understanding is, the deified 'God's will' doesn't die, and the act of stealing 'God's will' won't stop?"

Scrooge stared blankly.

"Is that what it means?" Anthony looked at Scrooge and asked.

Scrooge lowered his head in shame: "I don't know what teacher meant either. He just said this sentence and then told us not to mention his name. You can interpret his words, are you also a wise man?"

Anthony let out a long sigh and said with great emotion: "Your teacher is a true wise man. Actually, I noticed this phenomenon a long time ago. I didn't expect it to be summarized by your teacher in one sentence. It's too powerful; it made me think through many things at once."

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked suspiciously: "What phenomenon? Why can't I understand what you're saying?"

Anthony thought for a while and said: "Let me give you an example. A long, long time ago, there was a wise man. His words were full of philosophy, which could make people think and follow his words, live, work, and multiply. But after a period of time, this wise man died. What would happen?"

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said: "What could happen? Everyone continues to live, work, and multiply. There are many wise men in this world, and the void won't change for one or two wise men. What could happen?"

"Yes, but this wise man's words are too reasonable, and everyone has followed his words for so long. If one day, someone wants to raise silkworms, plant cotton, and weave cloth, but the wise man never said anything about raising silkworms and weaving cloth, can he raise silkworms and weave cloth?" Anthony asked.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si, after all, is a God of Knowledge with rich common sense, and immediately understood what Anthony wanted to express: "The wise man's words will become shackles that bind their progress?"

"Yes, doing everything by finding guidance from the wise man, and not doing things the wise man didn't say. But the world is moving forward. In the past, there were no silk masks, so you couldn't use them. In the past, there was no saltwater rice, so you couldn't eat it. This is 'Holy God doesn't die'." Anthony said.

"Beat him to death." Ang said abruptly. How could anyone dare to forbid eating saltwater rice?

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si comforted him hurriedly: "Metaphor, metaphor, no one dares to forbid others from eating saltwater rice, it's just a metaphor."

Anthony also said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, metaphor. Holy God doesn't die is just a shackle, but what's more terrifying is Thief Saint doesn't stop. Thieves who steal God's will, falsely pass God's edicts, and distort the wise man's words are the most terrifying guys. There is only one God, but there can be many thieves. They borrow God's name to divide everyone's thoughts and let them fall into endless fighting... Why are you looking at me?"

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said hurriedly: "No, no, no, I thought you were introducing yourself, continue."

Anthony's old face flushed, and he continued: "So this wise man let others not mention his name, which is a process of disenchantment, letting his wisdom spread but not letting his name spread, not letting others deify him, so he can avoid this situation."

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si didn't understand: "But in this way, others won't know this is his wisdom? If his name can be passed down, maybe one day, others can call his name, let him condense divine fire, and be resurrected?"

Anthony nodded: "Theoretically, it is like this. But, the God of Arbitration was also resurrected because believers called his name and let him ignite divine fire, but do you think he is still the fair and selfless hero when he was a human?"

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si shook his head vigorously. The scene that left the deepest impression on it about the God of Arbitration was the scene where he slaughtered hundreds of thousands of devout believers in the Broken Swamp and launched the world-destroying judgment.

How could this be something a fair and selfless hero could do? As long as a little bit of humanity was retained, it would be impossible to do such a thing.

"So, like his teacher, abandoning all vanity is the most worthy practice." Anthony turned to Scrooge and said: "What is your teacher's name?"

"Uh..." Scrooge was stunned.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said angrily: "You just said it so loftily, and now you ask his teacher's name? Then how can he abandon vanity?"

"I just want to know this wise man's name to express my respect, I won't spread his name." Anthony said.

That was exactly what Scrooge wanted. He had a teacher full of wisdom, but he couldn't say his name. It was just like having a glow-in-the-dark bracelet that he couldn't show off to others. It was suffocating: "Oh, oh, oh, my teacher is called Ursman."

"Ursman." Anthony muttered.

"Ursman?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si muttered.

"Ursman." Ang muttered. When others muttered, nothing happened, but just after Ang finished muttering, countless star points gathered toward him, gradually gathering into a phantom in front of him.

Everyone was stunned, only Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said angrily: "Oh my, why did you create another heroic spirit? My place is too small to hold so many heroic spirits."