Doomsday crisis survival game

In the quiet room, sunlight shines through the window onto the piles of scripture scrolls, emitting a mysterious light. A person sits quietly in the middle, holding a delicate brush in her right hand, writing attentively.

Her figure is clearly outlined by the soft light, as if she is integrated with the surrounding environment. She sits dignifiedly with focused eyes, revealing her reverence and persistence for the scriptures. Every stroke is full of power and agility, like a dialogue with the text.

As the pen tip moves, the scent of ink fills the air. Her strokes are smooth and steady, and the words she writes are like dancing notes, leaping onto the scroll.

At this moment, she was immersed in the world of scriptures, forgetting all the noise. Her mind was as calm as a lake, without any ripples, only the pursuit of truth and the desire for wisdom. This room seemed to be a bridge for her to communicate with the gods in her heart, and the brush in her hand became a tool for her to express her inner feelings.

Time flows under her pen tip, she writes tirelessly, using words to interpret her exploration of the mysteries of the universe and her thoughts on the meaning of life. This scene is like a quiet and solemn painting, which makes people feel the cultural heritage and spiritual power.

After the last stroke was made, Mo Sheng put down the brush in his hand and sat quietly there for a long time.

Suddenly, she felt something strange happen in her left palm. She turned her eyes to her left palm.

The eye in the palm opened by itself, and the eyeball that seemed to be embedded in it slowly turned, making a sticky sound, as if stirring sticky glue.

Mo Sheng gasped. She opened the desk drawer with her right hand, took out a bottle of eye drops, and dripped the drops into her palm.

The eyeball in the palm of his left hand blinked a few times, as if it had adapted to this environment.

Mo Sheng also straightened her robe and sat up from the chair. Now she was over fifty years old, it was no longer convenient for her to carry out high-intensity work. She had to rest after working for a period of time, otherwise she would get a headache.

She supported her forehead with her right hand, and bright golden light flowed out from her left eye. Her head felt like it was about to explode and was aching. This was the price she paid for gaining the ability, this was the price she had to pay for resurrecting a person.

Her left hand was tightly grasping the edge of the table. When she felt a little better and withdrew her hand, she accidentally touched the inkcup on the table. The cup and the golden ink in it fell to the ground. The golden ink was spilled on her robe, and the ink had a silky texture as if it was mixed with gold powder.

Mo Sheng frowned. She threw her robe hard to free her clothes from the ink on the ground, bent down to pick up the cup and put it back on the table.

She picked up the eternal lamp on the table, left a mess behind, and turned to walk out.

It's daybreak, the sun is pouring in through the window, and there's no need for lights here anymore.

She opened the door, walked through the long corridor and came into the hall.

Directly in front of the hall is a gorgeously shaped chair with a red velvet seat and smoothly shaped golden armrests. This is the chair of the Archbishop of the Mother Goddess Church.

The two chairs on the left and right sides are the seats for the left and right guardians. The remaining chairs are provided for the elders and the preachers under them.

The bishop is in charge of the overall situation, the protectors clear away obstacles, the elders are in charge of affairs, and the missionaries spread the doctrine and recruit believers.

Mo Sheng carefully put his hands behind his back, and the eye in his palm suddenly opened. The pupil of that eye trembled violently after seeing the person standing behind Mo Sheng. Mo Sheng immediately turned around and saw a pair of ancient and dangerous golden-red eyes, like a ferocious beast hidden in the darkness.

A strong sense of crisis immediately surged into Mo Sheng's heart.

She didn't notice her presence! She was standing behind the door when Mo Sheng opened it, and Mo Sheng didn't see her!

The mysterious visitor took two steps forward, and her gorgeous golden-red robe was dragged along with her. Her eyes stared at Mo Sheng motionlessly, and Mo Sheng took two steps back in fear.

The Mother Goddess' eyes can see through everything, so she can naturally see that the person in front of her is someone who has paid a price.

Compared with the price that the fisherwoman and others had to pay, this price was like a mountain compared to a feather, much greater and irreversible. The fate of those who bear this price is like a curse, and they are tightly entangled with the fate of this collapsing world, heading towards an endless dark and desperate ending.

After seeing the solemn golden-red clothes on her, Mo Sheng realized that she was a member of the religion. The color matching and pattern design of the clothes were highly consistent with the Mother Goddess Religion, and the level was not low.

Because the details of the pattern contained many complex patterns that Mo Sheng had never seen before, her level might even be higher than that of the elder. But she still had a strong sense of vigilance against this person who appeared in the Mother God Church for the first time.

Mo Sheng had seen the two guardians take action. No matter who this young woman with unknown intentions was, she must be an extremely dangerous person like the guardians.

Amid Mo Sheng's changing surprised gaze, she walked straight past Mo Sheng, walked to a chair and sat down, picking up the snacks next to the chair.

In addition to Mo Sheng and the Mother Goddess, there are two believers who are in charge of the hall.

They were arranged here to guard the hall. At this moment, they still stood there quietly with their heads down, without any reaction to the scene before them.

Seeing her approaching rashly, Mo Sheng, who had been struggling internally to decide to strike first, suddenly froze in place and looked at the Mother Goddess with a puzzled look.

Today, the Mother Goddess's emotions were very calm. The guardians did not follow her, nor did they get angry and take real action against people like they did when Luo Chan was punished by her. Perhaps it was because in her eyes, Mo Sheng and the other people in the Mother Goddess's sect were as weak as a grain of sand and were no different.

Mo Sheng pondered for a while.

"Who are you."

Mo Sheng asked in a deep voice.

The Mother Goddess put down the food in her hand. She didn't understand whether she was in a bad mood or she just retained the habit of relieving her mood by eating when she was a human.

——"Mother Goddess."

The person in front of Mo Sheng said this to her.

The Mother Goddess did not look at Mo Sheng. Her voice could not leave any trace in Mo Sheng's mind. She could not remember what the Mother Goddess' voice sounded like, and she could not even clearly recognize whether the Mother Goddess opened her mouth to speak.

——"I am the Mother Goddess."

She emphasized her relationship with the Mother Goddess as if she were telling herself.

Mo Sheng, whose cognition was affected, was unable to correctly understand the existence of the Mother Goddess. She could not match the Mother Goddess in front of her with the Mother Goddess she knew, but instead created some kind of strange dislocation.

Her ability is to see through the essence of an object and try to influence it, and her brain protects her when she is unconscious.

Mo Yan said normally, "Elder of the Mother Goddess Cult, Mo Sheng."

Out of his vigilant nature, Mo Sheng did not approach her, but slowly backed away and left the hall.

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"and then?"

"Then she locked herself in the quiet room for the entire day to suppress the abnormal movements in her body."

The middle-aged woman with a deep voice said casually to another woman who was a few years younger than her,

"Luo Chan has informed the entire church that the Mother Goddess has returned. The two elders who remain in the church all know that the Mother Goddess has returned. She has been leading people out to look for the Mother Goddess all day long, but she doesn't know that the Mother Goddess has returned."

As soon as Elder Mo returned to the Mother Goddess Church, she locked herself in a quiet room, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter there without her permission.

Luo Chan did not say that she would tell Mo Sheng specifically, and Mo Sheng's usual work style was very serious, which led to many people in the sect being afraid of Mo Sheng.

The middle-aged woman didn't care about it, while the other person was relatively silent.

Electronic products are rarely used in the Mother Goddess Church. They have their own way of communication and are not very dependent on modern electronic products.

"Speaking of Elder Mo's daughter, have you learned about her recent situation?" the middle-aged woman asked again, "Mr. Mo seems to be deliberately avoiding her. I don't know why he is willing to let her stay outside alone."

"She should stay with Protector Luo's daughter. They work in the same place, and they can definitely survive the hospital. If they discover something abnormal in each other, it's normal for them to travel together."

The man with his back to the middle-aged woman answered after thinking for a moment.

The middle-aged woman looked up at her sharply. She felt that she was in a complicated mood when she said this, and she seemed to have thought of something, so she asked, "You and your daughter are also separated. Do you miss her now? After all, she is an important concern for you."

The other person was silent.

"But you have to separate from her for your goal." The middle-aged woman continued on her own.

"She will take good care of herself." Another person said after calming down, "It has been like this since we were young. We clearly know that we care about each other, and there is no conflict between us that cannot be discussed. But I will take this path that she doesn't want me to take, and she will definitely stop me."

It's a bit sad to say, their relationship is so tragic. Her daughter can hardly influence her decision.

The middle-aged woman was silent for a while after hearing this.

"Your daughter is very good." The middle-aged woman said in a soothing tone. She knew that the other party was very depressed. "My daughter is only slightly better than the incompetent daughter of Luo Hufa. She will never understand why I do this and why I will not be troubled by her just because she is my daughter. She does not understand me."

There was a kind of kindness in her daughter that made her feel stupid, and her daughter would definitely go against her and stop her from doing anything.

Even if her daughter knew what kind of person she was, she would probably still have foolish hopes that she would change her ways and turn over a new leaf.

She thought about just solving her problem. She didn't like being given problems, so she might as well solve the problem once and for all.

But she later decided to let it go. She didn't want to scold the other party, nor did she feel the pain of not being understood by her daughter, but simply let it go.

The other person has left quietly.

The middle-aged woman didn't care where she went and was busy with her own affairs.