After confirming Yin Xiu's agreement, the divine messengers were overjoyed. Without Yin Xiu's nod, they remained kneeling and dared not rise. Only after Yin Xiu nodded did they pat their knees and get up from the ground.
"Then, sir, shall we set off now?" the divine messengers asked respectfully, each with a smile on their face, showing none of the ferocity they had displayed the night before.
Those who were ruthless towards Yin Xiu can only laugh in the underworld.
"Let's go." Yin Xiu nodded slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yin Tianrui proudly giving Yin Xiu a thumbs up in the shadows of the houses in the distance, then pointing to himself, and then to the divine messengers.
When Yin Xiu came out, he heard the divine messengers say that he was not someone who couldn't be negotiated with, and he knew that someone had changed their impression of him.
When these divine messengers couldn't find Yin Xiu, couldn't capture him, and certainly couldn't take him to the main city, feeling helpless and desperate, all the slaves needed to do was to push things along from behind and subtly guide them, so that the divine messengers would think that since force wouldn't work, they should kneel down and beg, and maybe the other party would soften his heart.
They were at their wits' end and had no choice but to try: either give in and beg for mercy as a group, or fight back and perish as a group.
Faced with the choice between yielding and death, they chose to yield without hesitation, and everyone's face beamed with smiles as they happily sent Yin Xiu off to the main city.
Yin Tianrui waved happily from the corner, watching Yin Xiu head to the main city.
The slaves have a future, the messengers of the gods have a future, but the future of the God of Fortune is likely to be fraught with difficulties.
On the way to the main city, the divine messengers around Yin Xiu would glance at him from time to time, not at him, but at the little tentacle ball he was holding.
This terrifying, dark creature with many eyes would sometimes cling to Yin Xiu's arm and shake it, sometimes jump onto Yin Xiu's shoulder and lie there, and sometimes stick to Yin Xiu's chest, hanging there and sliding down, requiring Yin Xiu to reach out and catch it.
This terrifying thing kept crawling all over the man's body, but the man remained unfazed, as if he had long been used to it.
The divine messengers unconsciously felt even more awe for Yin Xiu. He was truly a man of both physical and mental strength, remaining unfazed even in the face of such a monster. He was incredibly impressive!
"Before you see Xing Shen, you should hide for a while." Yin Xiu considered that there were many people in the main city, and Li Mo's current appearance could easily cause panic. Moreover, he planned to see what Xing Shen was before drawing his sword, so that Li Mo could not disturb Xing Shen.
He grabbed Li Mo and ripped open her collar, stuffing her clothes inside, saying, "Hide it yourself, don't give yourself away."
"Oh..." The little tentacle ball obediently responded, then its sticky, cold body suddenly unfolded, wrapping around Yin Xiu's skin and tightly hugging its boyfriend.
If the clothes were covering him, no one would see that the man's skin had turned into a pitch-black surface with eyes. Only Li Mo would secretly peek out from his collar and scrutinize the surroundings.
Upon arriving at the magnificent, exquisite, towering, and cold main city, the divine messengers were kneeling in neat rows, welcoming Yin Xiu's arrival to their main city.
"The hierarchy within the main city is: God of Fortune, then High Priest, and then you?" Yin Xiu looked at the vast array of black figures and felt that there were far more divine messengers in this city than he had imagined. He had expected that this position should be closer to that of a god, so there should be very few of them.
"That's basically it. The only one who can truly contact the God of Fortune is the High Priest, and we all just follow the High Priest's instructions to the God." The messenger spread his hands helplessly. "We have never actually seen the God; the only one we can see is the High Priest."
Yin Xiu seemed lost in thought, raising his eyes to glance at the tall, tower-like, cold white main city. "What kind of being is the High Priest?"
The divine messenger beside him looked puzzled. "You don't even know what a high priest is? Even in other cities, there are high priests. Where did you come from?"
Yin Xiu gave him a cold glance. "Just answer me. Don't ask any nonsense."
After being stared at, the divine messenger silently shrank his neck and explained, "Besides Twin Cities, there are also gods in other surrounding cities. Each god has a high priest, but how should I describe the relationship between the high priest and the god..."
"High priests are all personally chosen by the gods. They are humans in the city who are infinitely close to the gods, like a personal disciple. Because the high priest will receive a portion of the gods' power, the specific power they receive depends on the god they believe in. Therefore, we treat the high priest with almost the same respect as gods. However, the high priest is still human after all. We will not receive the true protection from the gods if we believe in her."
"The high priest is... a human who possesses some divine power, I suppose."
After the divine messenger explained, Yin Xiu gradually understood that the high priest was the closest person to the god in the entire city. Although he was human, he was able to possess the power of the god, so he must be someone whom the god had chosen.
"Does every god have his own high priest?" Yin Xiu asked.
"Yes, they all have them." The divine messenger nodded. "Anyway, every god in the city has his own high priest. I heard this from some people from other cities. But now Twin Cities is not open, so no one from other cities can come here anymore. We don't know what's going on outside."
Yin Xiu vaguely sensed something amiss. "When did Twin City stop opening?"
"It's been about three months, hasn't it?" The divine messenger scratched his head. "Anyway, it's been quite a while. Twin City used to welcome everyone, but then... um..."
The divine messenger didn't continue speaking, becoming more cautious near the main city, but Yin Xiu roughly understood.
The gods began to act abnormally at some point in time, and it's even possible that the gods of all the cities became abnormal at the same time.
Since there is still a God of Fortune in this Twin Cities, let him go and see what this God of Fortune is.
Greeted by the divine messengers, Yin Xiu smoothly entered the main city. Surrounded by everyone, he entered the elevator and headed to the highest point.
It seems that one cannot go to the highest level casually, and only one divine messenger accompanied Yin Xiu there.
This divine messenger was quite timid; he remained huddled in a corner, too afraid to even look at Yin Xiu.
"When was the last time you saw the High Priest?" Yin Xiu asked again in the cramped space, lest he run out of information.
"Huh?" The divine messenger raised his head in confusion, only to see an eyeball protruding from the back of Yin Xiu's collar and staring at him. He quickly looked down and stammered, "It's been...it's been about two months..."
Is the high priest male or female?
"female."
"Long hair or short hair?"
"Um...long hair, black."
What are some easily identifiable features on their body?
The divine messenger looked up, puzzled. "You'll see him soon enough, why are you asking?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was glared at by the eyeball on the back of his collar. The messenger quickly and obediently replied, "The high priest is a woman with long black hair. She is quite beautiful and is a twin. She looks exactly like her sister. That is why both sisters are high priests. The elder sister is the high priest of the God of Fortune, and the younger sister is the high priest of the God of Calamity."
Under the intense glare of the eyes, the divine messenger confessed everything he needed to, his mind becoming exceptionally clear, and he didn't want to ask any unnecessary questions.
He's now just a ruthless answering machine.