119: A tombstone?

Wild power exploded within Bell Krand's body.

Its compound eyes had turned red, and Bell Krand even had the illusion that it was the God of Mind.

The last two doses of Ghost God Guide completely erupted, and a layer of faint purple Qi membrane appeared around the entire Cangnan City.

These Qi membranes completely enveloped the spiritual mist within Cangnan City, preventing it from spreading.

If you stood high above and looked down at Cangnan, you would find that it was completely covered by deep purple mist, making it impossible to see anything inside the city.

At this moment, within Cangnan City, all citizens, regardless of their status, wealth, or poverty, stopped what they were doing.

Even those who were already asleep crawled out of their beds.

Their eyes shimmered with purple light, and they all prostrated themselves towards the Soul Tavern.

Although they didn't know why themselves, they only knew that Cangnan City now had its own God, and the God's name was Song Zhong.

In Fat Boss's office, the eyes of the 136 Squad members, who were most affected, began to lose focus one after another.

Their own Realms were not high, and facing spiritual pollution that had reached the Klein level, they had no power to resist.

Hong Ying, Warm Qi Ink, Wu Xiangnan, and Leng Xuan, in a daze, had already knelt down and began to prostrate themselves before Song Zhong.

They muttered incessantly, "Song Zhong protect us, Song Zhong protect us..."

As of now, the only ones still barely maintaining consciousness were Chen Muye and Lin Qi Ye.

"Song Zhong... your current... actions... are overstepping," Chen Muye was covered in sweat, and it was truly difficult for him to speak even a single sentence.

Lin Qi Ye looked at Chen Muye painfully, his heart also filled with shock.

He was able to maintain himself until now because he was a God's Proxy, and so far, he was already the proxy for three Gods.

But what was Captain Chen relying on to hold on until now?

Song Zhong heard Chen Muye's words and smiled, "Don't push yourself, rest if you're tired!"

After speaking, Bell Krand created two more spiritual mists, enveloping Chen Muye and Lin Qi Ye.

Upon contact with this spiritual mist, the two of them could no longer support themselves and slowly bowed down towards Song Zhong.

Just then, Bell Krand's wings suddenly stopped flapping, and it fell to the ground from mid-air.

The pair of wings on its back had begun to fall off, and the light in its eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

"My lord, what's happening to me?"

Bell Krand sensed that the vitality within its body was rapidly draining away, and at this point, it understood that those potions earlier were definitely problematic.

"Oh, it should be the effect of the medicine wearing off. Power, such a thing, always comes at a price."

Song Zhong's tone was calm, and Bell Krand looked at Song Zhong in despair.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."

A red light was released from Bell Krand's body, and before Song Zhong could react, the smoke shot straight into the sky, disappearing above Cangnan City.

As the red light dissipated, Yue Huai, who was rushing to Cangnan, immediately sensed it.

"Strange, Bell Krand is dead too?"

Yue Huai felt very depressed. In the past, he was so powerful and influential, so why did his plans keep going wrong now?

What exactly happened in Cangnan City?

At the same time, Ye Fan also had the same questions in his heart.

The busy signal on the phone beeped, and Ye Fan frowned.

"What's going on? At such a critical moment, why isn't Chen Muye answering the phone?"

Ye Fan looked at the dozen red call records, and after a moment of hesitation, he dialed another number.

On the highway, a Porsche driver stared dumbfounded at the carriage in front of him.

"Damn it, I hope I'm not hallucinating from fatigue. I can accept being overtaken by a Wuling Hongguang, but why can a carriage overtake me too?"

The one manipulating the carriage was none other than one of humanity's pinnacles, Master Chen's bookboy.

The bookboy turned back and made a face at the Porsche driver.

"Alright, don't be mischievous!" A man's deep voice came from inside the carriage, "Turn around, we're going to Cangnan."

The bookboy was stunned, "Master, are you sure? I heard the situation on the coast is very grim. It seems Poseidon is the one who came this time."

"Don't worry, Ye Fan has already arranged for others to go. Now there's an emergency in Cangnan too, and we're the closest ones."

The bookboy put away his playful expression, and under the astonished gaze of the Porsche driver, the carriage soared into the sky...

At this moment, inside Cangnan City, Song Zhong sat on a chair, swirling a wine glass in his left hand.

His mind sank into the System space, and countless points of light floated towards him from all directions.

They were like slowly flowing rivers of silver.

These were all Power Of Faith.

Even though Cangnan City was only a third-tier city, it had a population of four to five million.

What's more, among these Power Of Faith, some came from Night Watcher.

However, the dark System space was not illuminated by these points of light.

These lights converged in the sky above the System space, slowly rotating and condensing.

Gradually, a faintly glowing faith tombstone appeared above the bronze coffin.

That faith tombstone was clearly incomplete; these Power Of Faith only formed an outline.

However, after the faith tombstone's outline formed, an attraction force was actually created within it, which began to frantically guide those Power Of Faith to fill the faith tombstone.

Song Zhong looked at this faith tombstone, "This is really strange, why are things related to me always so inauspicious?"

He stroked his chin. Through this faith tombstone, he could clearly perceive the inner thoughts of every believer.

"Great Song Zhong, please grant me a strong man!"

"Great Song Zhong, please give me endless wealth..."

"I want to climb to the highest position, I want to be above everyone else but one..."

Listening to these wishes, Song Zhong finally understood why praying to Gods and Buddhas was useless.

If I were a God or Buddha, I wouldn't help these people realize their wishes either.

Human desires are endless; they can never be fulfilled, simply never.

However, with a "God" like himself existing, they still had some hope, something to look forward to.

In a way, he was quite similar to a psychologist in some aspects.

Just as Song Zhong was recklessly absorbing Power Of Faith, Yang Jin looked at the purple sky with a serious expression.

"Woo woo..." Little Black Toad let out a low growl.

"Don't rush!" A slit opened on Yang Jin's forehead, looking like a third eye.

Suddenly, he showed a puzzled expression.

"Strange, the creator of this purple mist has disappeared!"