Give Me the Name of God

At the end of the road, there is a fog that can never see the end.

The ghost stood on the edge of the cliff, its eyes wide open, trying to see the ghost's face clearly.

The ghost messenger wore a hood, lowered his head, and said in a voice so hoarse that it was almost indistinguishable: "You know the rules, eighty-two years, three wishes and one question."

The ghost sneered and said, "It's this routine again. Last time I made a wish to be a billionaire, but you made me go to Jurassic with my bank card."

"Didn't you still survive, and you have lived for eighty-two years?"

"You know what I've been through?"

"I don't want to know. If you want to give up the chance to make a wish, I'll send you down right now."

"Why give up! This is the reward I deserve!"

"Then hurry up, you don't have much time."

The ghost took a deep breath, the dream he most wanted to realize was immortality.

But if you have to start from the Jurassic again, it seems a bit too difficult.

"I want to keep my memories, all of them." The ghost made his first wish.

Guicha sneered and said, "I don't know how to repent, you know it will make survival more difficult."

"Don't worry about it, only a soul with memory is complete. The second wish is that I have a golden finger. You may not know the concept of a golden finger. It is the golden key that unlocks life..."

The ghost said: "I know what a golden finger is, and this wish can come true."

"What kind of golden finger will you give me?"

"All," said the ghost messenger, stretching out a finger, "You still have a minute, hurry up and say your third wish."

All cheats? This ghost is too generous, there must be other unlocking conditions.

The ghost thought for a few seconds, this time the wish was a bit special, what he wanted was not a gift, but a deprivation.

"Take away all my loyalty and kindness."

Guicha was startled: "Why do you want to do this?"

"In my previous life, I was a brilliant gambler, but I died of loyalty. In my previous life, I could live a few more years in the Jurassic period, but I died of kindness. In this life, I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"Then you'd be crazy."

"Then make me crazy."

"I can take away your loyalty, but I can only take away 90% of your kindness, and the remaining 10% will stay in your golden fingers."

"Stay in Goldfinger?"

"There's one more question left, so hurry up and ask."

The ghost asked without thinking: "How difficult is it to survive?"

"Two steps to hell."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just that you can only take a step back."

"Be specific."

"Time is up!"

The ghost sent a graceful back kick, and kicked the ghost off the cliff. Fog and dust rushed in, and the ghost closed its eyes.

...

So hot! It was as if something was burning his face.

There was a persistent sharp pain in the leg, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out.

Burnt smell? It looks like someone is burning meat.

The voice of the ghost messenger came from the ear, giving reminders to the new students.

"You are at the turn of the Age of Ancient Gods and the Age of God's Punishment, also known as the Third Era."

"You are in Iron Mountain Town, Roma Road Country, Oligino Continent."

"Your name is Manda."

"You are the baron's illegitimate son."

"You are in the Baron's castle."

"The age of the gods is withering, the ancient beliefs have become heresy, the divine punishment cultists are trampling on the dignity of the ancient gods, the temples have been destroyed, believers have been killed, the wrath of the gods is burning! The blood and artifacts of the gods have spread to the world! "

"You can't kill His followers on the first day you came into this world!"

"Where are you going?"

"You must open your eyes now!"

"Because someone is going to burn your face with a soldering iron!"

What kind of logic is this? Why don't you say the last sentence first!

Manda opened his eyes immediately, and the flaming iron was right in front of him, which had made his hair smoke.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old fat man with blond hair held a soldering iron and said with a triumphant smile, "As I said, he didn't pass out, he just pretended!"

Who is this? What is this operation? What is this fat man going to do? Why would he kill a newborn baby?

No, this body does not belong to a baby, at least it is over ten years old.

This is the price for making a wish. The ghost took away his happiest childhood.

Fortunately, the ghost messenger kept his word, and he fulfilled his first wish, and the memory of the original owner slowly recovered.

The little fat man holding the soldering iron is called Fox, the baron's legitimate son, he is thirteen years old this year, and he is a brother who is one year older than himself. Why does he torture himself like this?

The memory of the original owner told him that there was no need for a reason, it had been like this since the day he could remember, torturing Manda was Fox's greatest pleasure.

"Are you awake? Don't you pretend to be dead?" Fox spat at the soldering iron, snorted, and pungent white smoke with a foul smell floated up from the soldering iron, "Guess what, this time I'm going to put the soldering iron Where do you put it?"

The pain in her thigh hit again, and Manda looked down, a palm-sized piece of flesh on her leg was scorched.

Just a few minutes ago, Fox had put a branding iron on Manda's thigh. Under severe pain and fear, the soul of the original owner left the body. At the same time, the ghost from the Jurassic era took possession of the body.

Fox should be the scariest person in the memory of the original owner. This vicious fat man stared at his other leg with a branding iron. Manda tried to struggle, but found that he was firmly tied to the chair.

It seemed that there was no way to avoid it, Manda closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and suddenly heard a voice like a silver bell ringing in her ears.

"Didn't you say you were going to burn his face? Are you afraid?"

Manda opened her eyes. The previous judgment was wrong. The most frightening thing was not the fat man, but this innocent girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, fifteen-year-old Sadina, and her sister who was three years older than herself.

Sadina's hatred of Manda is much deeper than that of Fox. When she was very young, because she hated Manda crying, she sewed Manda's mouth shut with a needle and thread.

She has many tricks to torture people, but usually she doesn't do it herself, she will encourage Fox, if Fox dare not do it, she will egg her servant, if the servant dare not do it, and her pet, Manda's There is a scar on the left hand, where it was bitten by Sadina's hounds.

"Go, didn't you say you are a man?" Sadina pinched Fox's fat face, "As long as you dare to burn his face, I will give you my bagpipe."

Fox hesitated: "Father will scold me, and even beat me!"

"Don't worry, tell father, I did it all, he won't blame me, go, let me see who is the real man!"

Sadina patted Fox on the head, which seemed to give him a lot of courage. He walked towards Manda step by step, and the flaming iron was aimed at his face again.

If it was burned in the face, Manda would probably die.

What would happen if you just died like this?

The rules of the underworld are very simple, no matter whether you were full of merit or evil in your previous life, the length of your life is the only criterion for assessment.

If you live past fifty, you can be reincarnated as a human being. If you live past sixty, you can make a wish once. If you live past seventy, you can make two wishes. In his previous life, he lived to be eighty-two in the Jurassic Period, and in exchange for three wishes and one question. .

If you leave this world after living for a few minutes, you will have to suffer in hell for centuries before you have the chance to be reborn as a human being.

Manda struggled desperately but to no avail. When he was in despair, another reminder from the ghost came to his ear.

"Try your golden finger."

How to try? I don't even know what my golden finger is!

"Try your golden finger." The ghost messenger repeated the reminder, and then the voice fell silent. Manda really couldn't figure out how to use the golden finger, so he could only move his fingers reluctantly.

His fingers struggled to touch the binding rope on his wrist, and after rubbing it a few times, the binding rope seemed to have changed.

It seems to be broken.

The golden finger was useful, and Guichai fulfilled the second promise.

Manda looked at Fox calmly, just like watching the wild dragon in the wasteland in the previous life.

The little fat man was a little scared by this look, and he spat on Manda's face: "Bastard, what are you looking at, I'll burn your eyes first!"

"Yes! Burned his eyes!" Sadina laughed loudly, "Let me see the smoke, let me smell the smell, let me hear the sound!"

"Little fat man, you are as stupid as a pig!" Manda spoke suddenly. It was the first time he used the language of this world, and Manda's accent sounded a little strange.

Fox was startled: "What did you just say?"

"I said you are as stupid as a pig!" This time the pronunciation was pure.

Fox blushed, and shouted loudly: "Scream! Shout! You idiot is worse than a pig!"

He poked the soldering iron hard at Manda's eyes, and Manda suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed Fox's wrist, snatched the soldering iron, and pressed it directly to his face.

There is a lot of smoke, the taste is very positive, and the sound is very loud.

There was more fat on the little fat man's face, and there was even a little fragrance in the burnt smoke.

Fox lay on the ground and wailed loudly, the soldering iron stuck to his face, and he couldn't even pull it off. Manda tore off the binding rope on his body, kicked Fox who was rolling on the ground, and observed the surrounding environment by the light from the fire.

The house is full of debris, here is the warehouse, the warehouse in the basement of the castle. Manda walked towards the door, and Sadina, who had just recovered, punched him.

"You bastard, wait to die, if you dare to hurt Fox, my mother will chop you into meat paste!"

Manda pushed Sadina away, only to find a large iron lock on the door.

Sadina rushed forward again, and Manda grabbed her by the hair.

"Where are the keys?"

"Do you want to run away? You bastard born from a slave! You can't go anywhere, just wait for death!"

Sadina slapped Manda on the face. Her nails were long and she grabbed very hard, leaving a row of bloodstains on Manda's face.

Manda wiped the blood from her face, looked at Sadina, then grabbed her hair and slammed her face against the wall.

This collision made Sadina, who had been shouting, instantly quiet down.

Without the slightest mercy, Guichai fulfilled his third wish.

Sadina looked at Manda in front of her with blood from her nose and mouth. A few minutes ago, he was that cowardly and stupid boy, why did he suddenly become a devil.

"Where's the key?" Manda asked again.

"You bastard, let me go right now, or..." Sadina tried her last threat, but got another bump.

boom! Sadina hung her head lifelessly, unable to tell whether she was fainted or dead.

But Manda didn't think she was dead. He still grabbed her hair and asked in a low voice, "Tell me where the key is? If you still refuse to tell me, I'll put your head in the stove."

Sadina's eyes were still closed, but her hands could still move. She took out a key from her bosom and handed it to Manda.

"Pretends like it!" Manda threw Sadina on the ground, picked up the soldering iron to kill her, and suddenly heard the ghost whisper in his ear: "The first day hasn't passed yet, you can't Kill his followers, or else he will draw his attention."

"Whose believer? Whose gaze? What does this mean?"

"This is the last reminder, if you want to go back to hell, I'll wait for you here."

The voice of the ghost messenger disappeared, and there was noise from the surroundings. Manda opened the door of the warehouse and rushed out of the castle as fast as possible.

I found out so quickly, and when they chased them out, I might really be chopped into meat sauce.

Two steps to hell, these two steps are too tight! Manda had no time to search the memory of the original owner, and rushed into the night along the road in front of him.

"It's not running away, it's tactical avoidance of danger."

"Evasion, tactical matters, can it be considered an escape?"

"My name is Manda, Third Era, 127, November 3rd, Oligino Continent, here I come." Manda clenched his fists while talking to himself.