Even the advertisements that are played on TV all the time remind people of the world that they can live their lives safely only by believing in the god of divination.

"I don't believe it! Such a god doesn't exist at all. You have all been deceived by her. She is the biggest liar in the world!"

The rain outside was pouring down like a waterfall. A little boy of six or seven years old stood under the huge billboard. Four steel pipes were firmly inserted into the ground. The huge billboard was like a Buddha statue hanging in mid-air. Inside the billboard

It was a woman covered with a veil. She was holding a rag doll in one hand and a candle in the other. No one could clearly see the face of this fortune teller.

"Liar! This is a huge scam!"

The boy seemed to still not be relieved enough. He picked up the stone on the ground and threw it heavily towards the billboard. However, because he was too small, even with all his strength, he could not make the stone fly higher and farther.

The stone fell quickly after falling to a height.

On the bustling street, no one cares where a small stone falls. But the people around them feel that the gods they have always respected have been hurt. The people passing by holding umbrellas are exposed for a moment.

With a grinning face, he threw away the umbrella in his hand and ran towards the little boy.

Colorful umbrellas fell on the ground in a colorful manner on a rainy day, and the raindrops also fell to the ground. Seven or eight adult men and women rushed over, punching and kicking the little boy.

"Let you slander our God! You will be punished for slander!"

"You dare to hit the gods with stones, are you tired of living?"

"Little brat, if your family won't teach you a lesson, then we will teach you a lesson!"

The little boy held his head tightly and remained silent. At first he would retort a few words, but later he couldn't even speak and couldn't see clearly.

I don't know when the rain stopped. The little boy lay on the ground. He struggled a little and found that he could still use his strength, so he squirmed a lot and murmured to himself: "This is not a so-called god. This is not a god."

He is a bad person who deceives the eyes of us people."

"How do you know she is a bad person?" Xi Yuelan asked, looking at the little boy struggling to stand up on the ground.

The little boy who heard the voice slowly raised his head. The words "bruise and swollen nose and face" were no longer enough to describe his current facial condition. The little boy snorted and said: "Another one comes and wants to take advantage of the opportunity to hit him."

My people, what I say is true, but no one dares to believe it. They are all living in their own dreams."

"No one dares to believe what you say?" Xi Yuelan helped the little boy up from the ground and let him lean on the corridor of the alley. It was still raining lightly outside. Xi Yuelan knelt down and gave the little boy

He held an umbrella, looked at him and said.

At this time, Xi Yuelan was wearing a school uniform and pigtails. She looked like a high school girl, but even so, she was much older than a six or seven-year-old boy. But the little boy didn't look at her expression.

Very innocent, but snorted coldly, "Why are you asking these questions? Aren't you supposed to be like everyone here, addicted to the world of diviners and unable to extricate yourself?"

"But what if I tell you that I am as awake as you?" Xi Yuelan's eyes softened, "I am here to save you."

The little boy's eyes widened and he looked at Xi Yuelan in disbelief. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this really true?"

She smiled sideways and said: "Why did I lie to you? Come on, tell me, sister, why did you know that this fortune teller is fake and let them all live in their own dreams?"

"My mother...my mother believed deeply in the words of this fortune teller. When she was diagnosed with early-stage cancer, she chose to give up treatment! The doctor also said that she could have an operation and she could still live for ten or twenty years, but my mother

It is said that this fortune teller is very spiritual. As long as she says anything, everything can come true. But what the fortune teller tells me now is that I have no life left, so my mother also chose to give up treatment... She died in the hospital bed

When I went to the hospital, I was so thin that I was skin and bones. Naturally, I believed more in what the doctor uncle said. He said that he could live after the operation, rather than what the fortune teller said, that his life span was over!" The little boy was determined.

There was a bit of sadness in his eyes, and a lot of tears fell from his swollen pig-headed eyes. Then he buried his company in his knees and sobbed slightly.

But Xi Yuelan, who was standing aside, understood what was going on. The boy felt that his mother should listen to the doctor's words instead of the fortune teller. After his mother died, the fortune teller's words became the biggest concern in his mind.

Lies, he began to spread the news that the fortune teller was false, but the people here seemed to have been inserted into a chip and could not have their own consciousness. They had no other emotions towards the fortune teller except obeying his words.

Naturally, such a fortune-teller will not have any rebels, so this is still her world.

I just didn't expect that my conspiracy would be discovered by a seven or eight-year-old boy.

Xi Yuelan knelt down and asked seriously: "Do you know where the fortune teller is?"

"Sister, what are you going to do?" The little boy sat up straight. He probably really believed that the girl in front of him was as awake as him, so he straightened up and asked, "Are you going to find her?

She controls everyone here, so you can't beat her."

Xi Yuelan touched the little boy's head and smiled softly: "In order to let you return to the real life in Wuyou Town, sister, this is nothing. As long as you tell sister where the fortune teller is, then I can let you all

Go back to your old life.”

"Then can mother be resurrected too?" The little boy looked up at Xi Yuelan innocently.

She looked at this scene and wondered whether she should say that most of the characters who died in the game were virtual or real dead people, but she couldn't bear to break the boy's mind and said: "Well, it's all fine.

."

I hope God will forgive her for telling such lies. She just doesn't like the little boy who is too sad.

Sure enough, when he heard these words, the little boy's bloated face suddenly showed a smile. He smiled and said: "I am so happy that my mother can come back. I can cook for her, sing to her, and dance for her.

An An is willing to do everything."

Xi Yuelan's eyes darkened unconsciously. This little boy named An An was talking about cooking, singing and dancing... Maybe her mother was really a fictional character, so she couldn't even cook.
Chapter completed!