The end of the world is coming: My waiter is too Buddhist

"Master, the food is ready."

With his head lowered and eyes closed, Ling Hao picked up the dish he had just cooked and handed it to Lin Xiaoxiao. The speed at which the topic changed even made Lin Xiaoxiao confused for a moment.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Xiaoxiao enjoyed the winter hotpot without disturbing each other. The spicy taste made her forget the dangers and struggles of the doomsday for a short time.

Gradually, Ling Hao, who had been staring at the snowflakes outside the window, began to hum an unknown tune. The tune was light and lively, like the dance of an elf. Lin Xiaoxiao had never heard of it before.

What kind of world had Ling Hao been to before, and what kind of people did he live with before?

The singing voice is as melodious as a white dove, floating across the sky through the wind and snow.

Catching the falling snowflakes from the sky, Wang Ying, the wife of the Wang family, was worried: "How do you think Luo'er and Miaomiao are doing now? The Divine Canon Day is coming soon, I'm afraid they won't be able to make it."

Putting a thick coat on his wife, Wang Fugui said with a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, they can catch up. I have accepted the task issued by the Starry Sky Priest personally. During this period of time, I have to build other garrisons in the city. This is a very important task."

Noticing his wife's reproachful look, Wang Fugui immediately explained, "This job requires me to go out, and I can pick up Luo'er and Miaomiao and the others. We will definitely be able to catch up with the Divine Canon Day by then. Who knows, maybe the children will be noticed by some divine messenger and accepted as students."

"Recruiting students? Why haven't I heard the goddesses mention this?"

As the lady of a noble family, Wang Ying would receive instruction from the goddess every night. The goddess would lead them in praising the God of the Starry Sky and would occasionally answer their questions. This was considered a first-class honor in the shelter.

Wang Ying thought she knew a lot of information, but she never expected that her husband Wang Fugui brought back even more secret news.

Holding his wife's hand, Wang Fugui couldn't help but show a bit of pride on his face: "The goddess will naturally not mention this to you. Currently, only the Starry Sky Priest and a few God's Messengers know about this matter. They intend to select a few young people with potential as students to train on the God's Canon Day."

Looking around and finding that no one was paying attention to them, Wang Fugui said mysteriously: "In the future, each station will send a Son of God to manage it, and these selected young men will be the candidates for the Son of God.

The status of the Son of God is even higher than that of the God's Messenger and Goddess. This is an opportunity for our Wang family."

Seeing her husband's cheeks flushed with excitement, Wang Ying couldn't help but smile: "That's great. With Luo'er in our Wang family, we will be safe. But Luo'er has to stay at the garrison, which..."

Although she had never left the shelter, Wang Ying knew how dangerous it was outside, so she emotionally could not accept her children going to such a dangerous place.

No matter how good it is to be elected as the Son of God, it is not as important as her son's life. As a mother, how can she not consider her son?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Wang Ying immediately covered her head in pain. The severe pain made her kneel on the ground and grovel: "I am ignorant and stupid, please forgive me, Lord God!"

The lady of a respectable family fell to her knees without caring about her dignity and cried and begged, which attracted the attention of people around her.

However, the look in their eyes was not mockery but fear. This was their fear of God's punishment, because every human who did not respect God would be punished and must kneel down and pray and sincerely repent in order to save their lives.

Although they did not see it with their own eyes, it was said that many people who challenged the majesty of the gods melted into a pool of blood like ice and snow. Their deaths were extremely horrific. This was why no one dared to question the priests and messengers of God.

Seeing his wife in pain, Wang Fugui did not dare to help her up but knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly: "Don't worry, it is a great honor for our Luo'er to follow the High Priest. The gods will protect him and keep him safe and healthy."

As he comforted her, Wang Ying gradually calmed down, but by this time she had long lost the dignity of a lady from a noble family.

The mixture of tears and snot ruined her makeup. Her long, delicate hair, which was originally tied up behind her head, was messy and stuck to her cheeks. Her well-cut moon-white cheongsam was stained by the oil on the ground. She looked like a beggar who had stolen clothes from a rich man.

Looking at his wife like this, Wang Fugui's original heartache was mixed with a little disgust.

He let go of Wang Ying and handed her the handkerchief: "Well, the children all have their own futures. As an ignorant mother, you should stop worrying about it. You should study hard with the goddess today."

Wang Ying paused in wiping her tears and looked at her husband in shock. His face was the same, but she felt it looked so strange.

She was only seventeen years old when she married Wang Fugui. They were considered a young couple. They raised several children together and managed a huge family business. Their relationship over the years was not particularly sweet, but they were respectful and harmonious.

But at this moment, this man looked down at her with an imperceptible contempt in his eyes, which she had never seen before.

Why? Why did her husband suddenly change?

Wang Ying subconsciously recalled the past, but as soon as she had this thought, her head began to hurt violently again. This time the pain was even more severe than before. She felt as if her head and heart were about to explode.

thump!

Wang Luo, who was training the teenagers, suddenly knelt down on the ground. His heart suddenly ached for no apparent reason, and at the same time, a feeling of uneasiness came over him.

"Teacher Wang, how are you?"

The others immediately helped him up, and only then did everyone realize that his face was extremely pale, completely different from his usual energetic appearance.

The students were startled and someone immediately clamored to send him to the infirmary, but Wang Luo immediately waved his hand to refuse.

"It's okay. I'm in good health. It may be because I stayed up too late recently."

He took a deep breath and smiled as usual: "Okay, you guys train well, I have to get a good sleep, otherwise I will really die suddenly."

After saying this, he left without caring about the students' reactions. After leaving the classroom, his pace became faster and faster, and in the end he even ran.

Rushing to the door of the suite where he and his family lived, he tried several times with trembling fingers to enter the password before opening the door. Wang Miao, who was looking through documents in the living room, was startled by his pale face.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

After taking off her glasses, Wang Miao immediately poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Wang Luo who was lying on the sofa. Although she really wanted to know what had happened, she still waited quietly for her brother to calm down.

After drinking the water in the cup, Wang Luo looked much more relaxed, but his brows were still tightly furrowed.

"Sister, do you have any feelings? I always feel that something is going to happen, and I feel very uneasy."

Touching his chest, Wang Miao recalled for a while and nodded: "Well, I was very irritable for a while just now, but I didn't feel anything else. Did you sense something?"

As a member of a centuries-old family, Wang Miao would rather believe in metaphysics, so her expression became serious at this moment.

Recalling his reaction just now, Wang Luo pondered for a while and suddenly suggested: "Why don't we go back to see our parents? I always feel uneasy."