Returning From Level 900

291 Bread That Is More Delicious Than Meat

The brown-robed old man took a deep breath, and his expression became calm. He said, “The temple had never been afraid of war. They don’t want to sacrifice too many innocent lives. It’s getting late. If you still want to see the temple, come with me. If you don’t want to, it’s up to you.”

After saying that, he turned around and flew toward the metal wall.

Wang Wen squinted and looked around, then followed him without a change in his expression.

Hundreds of people behind him were worshiping Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo, who were slightly stunned. They followed him, but Wang Wen stopped them.

After looking at the back of the old man in the brown robe, he said to Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo, “I’ve killed so many of their people, and they’re still willing to take me to see God. It’s hard to say at this time. For safety’s sake, you two wait outside. I’ll be back soon.”

Zhu Xingguo said, “Master—”

However, he was stopped by the little sun in Wang Wen’s hand.

After dispersing the sun, Wang Wen smiled. “I can even resist a nuclear bomb. I can protect myself. The best thing you can do for me is to protect yourself well!”

Ren Ruoruo pulled back a disappointed Zhu Xingguo and nodded to Wang Wen. “Captain, don’t worry. We’ll take good care of ourselves.”

Only then did Wang Wen leave with peace of mind. He followed the old man into the metal wall.

“Do you think Master thinks I’m a burden?” Zhu Xingguo asked Ren Ruoruo.

Ren Ruoruo sized him up and tried to comfort him as Wang Wen did. “Don’t think too much. Captain might just think that it’s a hindrance.”

Zhu Xingguo looked back at the crowd with a bitter face and was very puzzled. “Why do you have divine power, but I don’t? I’ve helped provide supplies.”

“It’s possible your skin is not as fair as mine.” Ren Ruoruo pondered.

As the two of them spoke...

A vague human face appeared in the clouds at the top of the metal wall in the distance. It sailed silently through the clouds and wind toward the two people and the crowd.

Ren Ruoruo rubbed her arms and asked Zhu Xingguo, “Do you suddenly feel cold?”

“Really?” Zhu Xingguo was puzzled. “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat hotpot?”

“Big dumb bull!”

Ren Ruoruo rolled her eyes at him.

She casually waved out a light ball the size of a watermelon, which lit up the dark environment while she held it to keep warm.

The crowd kowtowed once more when they saw that scene.

They were yelling things like a miracle of light and other enigmatic phrases.

Zhu Xingguo was furious. “Why do you only recognize her?” he asked as he walked to the front of the crowd.

“Light Angel, what orders do you have for us?” The daredevil who had just escaped death became even more pious after learning that his god had saved him.

“I’m an angel? Zhu Xingguo pointed at himself in surprise. He looked back and saw Ren Ruoruo covering her mouth and giggling. He felt a little helpless.

He rolled his eyes and came up with a plan. He asked the crowd, “You’ve been praying for so long. Are you hungry? Give me a bit of your divine power, and I’ll make it into something delicious for you!”

“Do you mean for us to prepare the sacrifice?” The bold man tried to understand the request. A hint of awkwardness flashed across his face before he turned to the old man beside him and said, “Is there any decent food at home?”

The old man looked at the bold man lovingly and said with a smile, “Child, we don’t even have any food.”

The bold man nodded silently and took out an old bullet shell from his pocket. He handed it to the old man and said, “You’re not in good health. Go back and rest. Tell Maggie to buy some bread. I want to worship the Goddess of Light.”

The old man took the bullet shell and nodded affectionately. “You should also take care of your health. You’ve just woken up, so don’t tire yourself out.”

After saying that, the old man bowed to Ren Ruoruo again and was about to leave.

The people nearby heard the conversation between the old man and the young man, and the discussion was abuzz.

Soon, someone came over and said, “I have a few pieces of black bread in my house that I’ve been reluctant to eat. I’m willing to contribute!”

“Aren’t you guys going too far?” The other man peeked at Ren Ruoruo and reprimanded the crowd in a low voice, “Are you going to offer bread to the Goddess of Light? Those people in the temple always used wine and meat for sacrifice. Even though sometimes it’s only some fruits. Why would they use bread for the sacrifice?”

The one who wanted to contribute the black bread asked, “Then what do you suggest we do? How can we be the same as the temple? Black bread is already the best food I have!”

The man was stunned, not knowing what to say.

The bold man sighed. “Our God is thousands of times better than the temple’s God, but we can’t offer any decent sacrifices. It’s so sad.”

Everyone who heard that burst into tears.

The person who had reprimanded them gritted his teeth. He did not care about offending the gods. He stood up and shouted, “We need decent sacrifices! I’ll fork out fifty bullets! At least we can buy fresh fruits and meat!”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Each one was more excited than the last as they declared how many shares they desired.

There were even people who were yelling hysterically about donating a pig.

The bold man smiled with relief.

He turned around.

He did not dare to talk to Ren Ruoruo directly.

He could only say to Zhu Xingguo, the dazed angel, “Your Excellency, even though the believers of the Goddess of Light are not wealthy, we are united. The sacrifices will be here soon; please rest assured!

Zhu Xingguo was dumbfounded.

Not to mention Ren Ruoruo, who was behind him.

The woman could not bear to see such a scene and wanted to stop the crowd.

Zhu Xingguo shouted, “Stop!”

He mimicked Ren Ruoruo and Wang Wen’s pretentious posture.

He raised his right hand and waved it at the empty space beside the crowd.

Under everyone’s gaze...

A golden loaf the size of a house appeared out of thin air!

“Come! This is your reward!” Zhu Xingguo shouted to the stunned crowd, “Eat to your heart’s content! Each bite can change according to the taste you have imagined in your mind!”

No one dared to move.

Such a big piece of bread was too scary.

They had never seen it before.

They were afraid the bread would eat them up.

Only the bold man dared to do that.

Even though he was scared, he still listened to the angel and slowly approached the bread house. He gently grabbed a shiny little lump from the wall.

His Adam’s apple moved.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The bread did not have much of an aroma. It was just a very ordinary sweet aroma that was fermented and baked.

However, to a poor man who could not even afford black bread...

That soft and loose golden bread, which looked very sweet at first glance, must have a delicious taste.

Furthermore, the angel predicted that the taste of each bite would change based on one’s imagination.

The brave man carefully put the bread in his mouth and chewed.

He thought, ‘The taste of imagination? Can I taste meat?’

The thought flashed through his mind.

The bread in his mouth had vanished, replaced by a large piece of soft and fragrant fat and lean pork belly!

The bold man was shocked!

He spat the food in his mouth into his hands and examined it.

He was right.

It was bread! A lump of bread mixed with saliva was about to be chewed into a paste!

Puzzled, he stuffed the bread in his hand back into his mouth and chewed. Zhu Xingguo was so disgusted that he nearly drew his gun and shot at the man.

The bold man did not know that he had escaped death again.

The joy of eating meat reappeared on his face.

He closed his eyes.

He kept moving his lips, but two tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He had only tasted a piece of meat once before. It was something his mother made when she was still alive. The entire family only had two pieces, and he had one all to himself.

He would never forget that feeling.

The old man saw his expression.

He curiously tore off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth.

His mouth only moved a few times.

He immediately kneeled on the ground and kowtowed to Ren Ruoruo.

Then he ripped a large piece of bread from the bakery and turned around to hand it out to the people who were still dazed nearby.

The crowd saw the two of them.

They were also very curious.

Even if they were poor, they had tasted bread.

Even if the man was God’s messenger, could he create bread that tasted better than meat?

People were curious as they tried the Gourmet Bread.

Then they fell in droves.

They cried while chewing their bread and kowtowing to Ren Ruoruo. Someone would occasionally swallow their bread and exclaim, “It’s a miracle of light!”

Zhu Xingguo was speechless.

He gave them bread, but they thanked Ren Ruoruo.

He was furious.

He resolved not to give them water and to choke those heartless scumbags to death.

Ren Ruoruo was laughing so hard that she was about to faint.

The faintly discernible human face in the sky had already floated into the clouds above their heads, and no one noticed.

Inside the metal wall...

Wang Wen followed the brown-robed old man through the door.

A long tunnel appeared in front of them.

There were oil lamps on the walls on both sides of the road.