In the end of rebirth, I rejected all gods

The little boy looked at Lin Yan quietly, with no life in his dull eyes, like a dead person.

But in a flash, the little boy continued to lower his head, chewing quietly, trying to keep his voice quiet.

He dragged the corpse to get out of the way, as if telling Lin Yan that he could pass here.

Apparently, it was also the first time Lin Yan saw this little boy. He passed by the little boy lightly. When he turned his back to the little boy, he seemed to feel the little boy's gaze on his back.

"Aren't I disgusting like this?"

A voice sounded, and Lin Yan and Rossi, who was following beside him, turned their heads to look at him.

His hair is long and messy, and the clothes wrapped around his body are not clothes at all, they have been torn into strands of cloth.

The little boy looked to be around eight years old, and his eyes were avoiding Lin Yan and Rossi's gaze.

"Are you eating this because of the gods?"

Lin Yan asked the doubts in his heart, and the little boy nodded slightly after a while.

"I don't want to, but I can't stand it, there's no other meat in the whole school, I can't stop eating."

His voice was so small that Lin Yan carefully reorganized it in his mind before he understood what he was saying.

"Where are your parents?"

"My father died a long time ago, and my mother was a housekeeper who was killed by other people."

"Are there any other relatives?"

"No, I'm the only one left."

The little boy's casual answer made Lin Yan more convinced, why did the world become like this?

It's all those hateful so-called "gods", because they made this world like this, and it became the end.

Human nature is evil at the beginning, but education can change a person from evil to good.

There are many kind-hearted people in the world, but most of them died in this disaster.

But the reality is cruel. Facing such a boy, Lin Yan asked himself, can he help him?
The answer is yes.

Lin Yan spoke again: "Your god is called the name of the god, and the color of the god."

"The Saber in the desert, purple."

Hearing the name of the god, one can understand that the little boy has a good mouth, so he must be delicious.

But the quality of purple is something that Lin Yan did not expect. In fact, in a school with tens of thousands of people, it is not bad to have a hundred gods of purple quality. Unexpectedly, this purple god actually chose an eight-year-old boy. little boy.

Lin Yan took out a piece of cooked beef from his backpack, threw it to him, and took a deep look at him.

"Take it. After 24 hours, find me at the entrance of the gymnasium. Remember, you have to live within 24 hours."

After speaking, Lin Yan turned and left, and hurried downstairs.

Along the way, I didn't hear any other sounds, probably everyone went to the second teaching building.

It is now 6:07 in the morning, and the competition for the roof has already started.

Running in the night, Rossi next to him suddenly asked.

"Why are you helping that little boy?"

Rosie, who was before, could still understand.

Fang Qing is a strong golden god in combat, while Jiang Nansheng is a strong orange god in healing.

Although the little boy is a purple god, but at this time the end is less than 12 hours away, no matter how evil the little boy is, he will not eat the corpse.

So it shows that his ability must be related to eating a huge amount of food, which is equivalent to having a lethal foodie with weak abilities in the team. This kind of burden is disgusting to anyone, but Lin Yan actually took out food to help he.

"It's just an outburst of hateful pity."

Lin Yan replied in a low voice, revealing self-blame in his words, but there was no sense of self-blame on his expression.

"Then why did you decide to help him and leave him alone for 24 hours?"

"It's just to test his survivability. Don't forget, you have to pay the gods for survival starting today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan quickened his pace and rushed back.

When I came to the equipment room, I saw Fang Qing feeding water to the fainted Jiang Nansheng, who was sweating profusely and had a high fever.

Lin Yan took out the medicinal materials and bandaged them. After taking antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, Jiang Nansheng stopped murmuring soon after.

After everything was arranged, Lin Yan looked at Fang Qing.

"Did you see the mission?"

"Ah."

"Come with me."

"it is good."

A simple conversation allowed the two of them to embark on a journey.

For Fang Qing, Lin Yan could completely believe that her life was saved by him, so there was nothing she could not let go of.

"Wait a minute and I will continue to use the Lonely Sword for you. This time I will hold on for a little longer, but you'd better solve it quickly, because my body can be summoned for up to 3 minutes now."

"Of course you use it for me for 3 minutes, and you can use it for a long time by yourself."

Fang Qing was taken aback by Lin Yan's words.

"I use?"

"Correct."

Lin Yan glanced at her and continued.

"Remember, you need to strengthen your abilities instead of relying on me. What if you face danger alone without me by your side?"

"Think about the figure of the sword holder in your mind when using the sword. Believe in yourself, you are the sword holder here."

The second teaching building, rooftop.

This is an 18-story teaching building, but on the top of the roof, a person sits quietly.

There were a few corpses around, all of whom had the ability to fly. They flew directly to the roof of the building, but they were instantly killed by him in the next second.

He looked at his watch, it was already 6:21.

In other words, he has sat here for a full 21 minutes and received a total of 10500 New Zealand dollars.

But there was no trace of excitement in his expression.

His name was Li Weize, and he sat quietly on the roof, listening to the screams of the challengers below.

At this time, on the 18th floor, Li Weize's subordinates Luo Yu and He Ye were standing guard on the stairs.

Row after row of corpses fell on the stairs, blocking the entire staircase to the point where water could not pass through.

The purple-scaled cobra was devouring the corpses on the stairs, sweeping the battlefield.

On the 17th floor, one survivor after another was in a predicament. Looking at the corpses, they dared not take a step forward.

Suddenly, a red-haired man slowly walked to the front of the crowd.

He curled his lips, as if he disliked the smell of blood in the air.

He was watched by the crowd behind him.

Many people secretly sighed in their hearts, another one was about to die.

But at this moment, the red-haired man disappeared, and he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What about others?"

"Where's the guy with the red hair?"

"Invisibility?"

"No way, did he escape?"

But at this moment, the crowd on the 17th floor heard two muffled noises upstairs.

It sounded like someone fell to the ground.

On the roof of the building, Li Weize closed his resting eyes and opened them again.

A red-haired man walked up to the rooftop, holding a heart in each hand.

Throw it straight at Li Weize who is sitting.

"Have you got enough New Zealand dollars?"

"It's time for a replacement."