Chapter 107: Do what you say (4)

    The second group of people and two or three "Lone Rangers" who took the initiative to come together began to discuss each and every word.

    The one-eyed dragon rubbed his stubble and speculated: "The meaning of this rag is that as long as someone sincerely prays, there will be a way out?"

    The old man nodded solemnly and discussed with him: "It should be like this. It may be that whoever prays can leave, maybe only one person prays, and everyone can leave." Yes, it is also a "prayer" who is a sacrifice, and can give other people a way to live! But the old man didn't say this little speculation.

    The girl wearing a swimsuit and a flat body is snuggled up behind a sanitation aunt. Both followed near the one-eyed dragon, who looked the strongest after all.

    Cheng Xinxin blurted out the question after listening to the old man's words: "Will the person praying, will he die?"

     

    The old man looked at Cheng Xinxin with a smile: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. If we can't get out, will you be responsible?" Threats loomed large.

    But Chengxinxin does not know the consequences of this pessimistic speculation. However, there are only five women among the twenty-five people here! Those two in the first group are definitely not going to pray. The only ones left were her, a woman in a purple robe, and a sanitation aunt.

    Before a death threat, a man's instinct was to bully the weak instead of pity. Although she is a bit "straightforward", others can clearly see that she has some brains, at least it is more useful than the dull sanitation aunt.

    What's more, there are no stupid people who can live until now. If she doesn't believe it, no one will see these inappropriate places.

    Yan Zhengyan watched Cheng Xinxin die there and took a warning. This girl is a little smart, but she is not low-key. This kind of character is the easiest to be rejected. After all, if you say it cheerfully, the whole atmosphere is instantly disharmonious. In the past, smart people could fool others to "send death", but now it is impossible to make it clear. No one wants to sacrifice their lives for the survival of others.

    Yes, it happens to be "your" speculation, so take responsibility for it. Yan Zhengyan is sure that there must be a core in the people who were finally elected to "pray".

    Sure enough, after a while, the people who were talking about it adopted the method of democratic election for people to "pray". reject? Then go to see God in advance!

    The fifteenth minute.

    Chengxinxin and the scrawny Fang Fei knelt on their knees tremblingly, facing the direction of the high platform, closed their eyes, and recited the prayers randomly. Sincere but enough, after all, if you are religious enough, maybe you can survive? With this thought in mind, the two of them prayed silently for a full minute without repeating a single word.

    Yan Zhengyan raised his head. The black Buddha is still 3D visually, but the state that could have been semi-realistic has turned back to virtual, and it has slowly re-solidified from scratch. Does this mean that prayer is useful?

    At this moment, the two people kneeling and praying turned into light spots, flew towards the stained glass, and rushed out.

    Yan Zhengyan can still feel their breath of life, and it is estimated that they have successfully cleared the customs.

    But even if she knew how to get out, Yan Zhengyan was still a little hesitant. She had to strengthen her sense of existence before "praying". What she was worried about was that her actions of brushing her presence would turn into countless "promises" without knowing it, and she didn't know how to do it and when to do it when she "walked the talk".

    The seventeenth minute.

    At this time, five or six people have "praying" and successfully left. The rest are people who don't have the courage or high IQ and are still hesitating.

    Everyone who can walk is gone, and the black Buddha with the spire gradually solidifies without praying, with a billowing black mist.

    Yan Zhengyan stroked the stained glass, and wanted to pass it on like this. Bubbling up to find a sense of existence, she didn't want to do it until the last second.

    Feeling, she found that the glass became nothing! It's not the sight, it's the feel. She can even stick a finger through it.

    This is a scene that can't be seen with the eyes of reincarnation: seven silk-like lights of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple shuttle through her fingertips, merging with the glass little by little. Deconstruction and reconstruction!