Qin Ze asked again: "Do you know the Goddess of Life?"
Miss Jian Xia answered as a matter of course: "She is the mother of all things, of course I know."
"What about the God of Machinery, the God of the Sky, the Goddess of Dark Night, the God of the Sun, and these?"
"The Four Pillar Gods, everyone in the heavens and the world knows them."
Qin Ze captured a new key information.
Pillar God.
This shows that the four gods are the strongest in the entire land of gods except for the goddess.
In the diary of the God of Wilderness, he always went to fight the God of the Sun whenever he had something to do.
The God of the Sun is also known as the God of War, which is enough to show his strong fighting power.
The God of Wilderness can fight the God of the Sun on equal terms, and his overall strength is not weaker than the four Pillar Gods.
With this strength, the God of Wilderness should not be unknown in the land of gods.
But whether it is Jian Xia or the cheap stone in the Zero Alien Realm.
These old people of the old times all know the God of the Underworld and the Pillar God, but have never heard of the God of Wilderness.
Qin Ze has two guesses in his mind.
The God of Wilderness fell before Miss Jianxie and Shitou were born.
It is reasonable that they do not know about the God of Wilderness.
At this moment, Qin Ze has a conspiracy theory guess.
The existence of the God of Wilderness was erased by some power, or by a certain god.
It was just not erased cleanly.
Jianxie and Shitou did not know, but the apostles of the ancient gods knew it very well.
Qin Ze was even more curious about what the God of Wilderness did to make the gods despise him, just to smash the star gate with his fist?
Miss Jianxie suddenly said: "If you want to know about this unknown God of Wilderness, I recommend you go to a place."
Qin Ze came back to his senses: "Where?"
Miss Jianxie got up and flew around the room and stopped in front of Qin Ze.
"The Land of Origin."
"That's where everything originated."
"And the God Tree knows everything, just ask her directly."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows: "Do you know the God Tree?"
Miss Jian Xia was silent for a moment: "I always feel that I have been to the Land of Origin, but I don't have much impression."
Looking at Miss Jian Xia who was a little disappointed, Qin Ze sighed softly, the child was also very pitiful.
After a while, Miss Jian Xia flew up again and asked impatiently: "So when are we going to the Land of Origin? Now we all have a common destination!"
Qin Ze couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth: "You really don't forget your original intention. I told you that the Land of Origin is not something we can go to whenever we want, we have to wait patiently."
"Okay."
Miss Jian Xia returned to the bed disappointedly and entered the "sleep" mode.
Qin Ze spread out his palm, and the History Book of Years was immediately absorbed by the Source of God.
The diary of the God of Wilderness was not destroyed with the storage ring, but was collected by the Source of God.
To be on the safe side, he did not put the diary in the storage ring.
While Qin Ze covered himself with a small quilt and prepared to sleep, his clones were busy all over the city.
They began to check one by one according to the locations circled by Qianmian.
The next morning, Qin Ze just opened his eyes and saw Miss Jianxie flying around in the room.
Qin Ze stretched and said, "Were you a bird in your previous life? You like flying everywhere so much."
Miss Jianxie flew to the bed and said, "If you were locked up in that little broken temple for so long, you would also fly around after you get out."
Qin Ze sent Miss Jianxie to the window to bask in the sun, and then asked about the search progress in the local area network.
"How is it? Have you found the abandoned factory?"
The old guys talked about it in a flurry.
"Did Qianmian count the wrong place? I didn't see a single hair."
"There are not even footprints near these factories."
"Yes, it snows every day in Xuecheng, but the snow in the past two days is not enough to cover the footprints."
"We even expanded the search range and searched almost all the factories in the city."
"Could it be that it is not in the factory at all?"
"..."
Qin Ze couldn't help but frowned when he heard it.
It's okay if he didn't find it.
He carefully observed the surrounding environment through the perspective of the believer's clone, and it was indeed an abandoned factory.
With the work efficiency and work attitude of the clones, let alone finding a person, even a mouse can be found that night.
But with the general location, everyone found nothing.
The believer's clone in the eggshell looked at the dark sky outside the small window and said, "It's still dark outside."
Qin Ze was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Miss Jianxie who was basking in the sun next to the window.
It was now nine o'clock in the morning, and it was a rare sunny day in Snow City.
The warm winter sun even made more people walk on the street.
However, the believer's clone said that it was still dark over there.
The Dharma King asked, "Are you sure?Are you still in the city now?"
The clone replied: "The old man just admitted to me personally that we are still in the city now."
"Putting me in the eggshell is also to protect my safety."
Qin Ze was speechless: "You are still proud."
The Lord of Mist analyzed: "The preacher is very confident that we can't find him."
"The 'we' he mentioned must also include the Sword King."
"Such confidence means that he is both in the city and not in the city."
Qin Ze nodded: "The cane is very functional, and it is not impossible to use it to open up a hidden space."
"Take Dahei with you and walk the road you walked last night again."
"We only have this daytime. "
We must find their hiding place and catch all of them in one fell swoop before the preacher gathers all the fanatics tonight and disbands them.
Otherwise, the longer the time drags on, the more fanatics will be converted in the city.
Dahei was led out again and began to check the abandoned factories around one by one.
The believer's clone looked at the preacher in front of the floor-to-ceiling painting.
The preacher kept a slightly bowed posture and did not move all night.
The clone asked curiously: "Isn't your waist sore?"
Ka-ka-ka-ka--
The preacher slowly straightened up, and his stiff joints made a series of strange noises.
"I'm listening to the Lord's teachings."
The clone felt contempt in his heart.
You can hear six from a painting.
But as the best actor, he still said with a sense of mission: "I envy you."
"I don't know when I can listen to the Lord like you."
The preacher grinned: "Do you really want to listen? "
The clone was stunned: "Can I listen?"
The preacher nodded slightly: "Yes, but only a little."
Immediately, he turned to face the floor-to-ceiling painting and slowly opened his arms.
As the ruby on the top of the cane flashed, the gray fog in the painting suddenly surged.
The gray fog became thicker and thicker, and kept churning, as if it would surge out of the painting at any time.
The clone was very disdainful, thinking it was another trick of the eye.
But at this moment, the huge figure in the gray fog suddenly lit up a pair of scarlet eyes.
At the same time, the believer's clone heard waves of devilish whispers.
(I'll take a leave for an update. My mind is in a mess. I seem to hear the Lord's holy voice)