Strength: Determines your physical strength.
Endurance: Determines your long-term stamina and physical resilience.
Divine Power: A mysterious power that grants you strength beyond ordinary mortals.
Speed: Determines your running speed and physical agility.
Spirit: Determines your ability to maintain mental clarity and resist the erosion of your mind by demonic forces. Each resistance consumes a certain amount of spirit points.
Survival: A special type of divine power used to directly increase attributes other than divine power. In the future, it can be used to directly increase divine power.
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After carefully reading these explanations, Jiang Yuan seemed to see hope for survival.
His gaze was fixed directly on the Spirit section, reading it back and forth five or six times!
In other words...
As long as his spirit is strong enough.
Even if he worships a demon god, he won't have his mind eroded by the demon's power or have his thoughts controlled?
This also means that perhaps...
The worship ceremony that his sister will personally arrange for him might be able to be muddled through because of this!
But it should be noted that each resistance consumes spirit points.
But only a fool would worship every day!
In addition, other values can also be increased through survival points, including the ability to directly increase divine power in the future.
From this perspective, even if he doesn't worship demon gods in the future, he can still possess supernatural powers?
Then his survival ability will be greatly improved.
After that, Jiang Yuan began to study how many points survival points could increase.
After trying, he felt the ratio was somewhat high.
A ratio of 10:1.
10 survival points to increase one point in an attribute.
He didn't think too much about it.
He added all 20 survival points to his spirit, bringing his spirit value to 20 points.
The moment his spirit increased, Jiang Yuan immediately felt his mind become clear, and waves of warm, mysterious power purified his brain. Even though he hadn't slept much these past two days, his thoughts were exceptionally clear.
There was hope for survival. The huge stone weighing on Jiang Yuan's heart finally lifted slightly.
However, whether 20 points of spirit could resist the erosion of demonic power and whether that was considered high remained to be seen during the worship ceremony.
He hoped... it would work.
...
Time passed quickly, and the sky outside gradually brightened. The sunlight broke through the darkness, much like Jiang Yuan's mood at this moment.
The uncle, who had been sitting all night, came over at this time. His voice was slightly hoarse as he said to them, "It's almost time."
"The adults from the Compassionate Holy Church who will receive the remains will be here soon. Let's say our final goodbyes."
Jiang Yue, who was leaning on the ice coffin, had already red and swollen eyes. Upon hearing this, tears couldn't help but flow again. She pursed her red lips and nodded.
After that, Uncle, the two granduncles, Jiang Yue, and Jiang Yuan all sorrowfully and reluctantly walked around their parents' remains a few times. At this moment, several people walked in from outside.
A middle-aged man, followed by several young men and women.
The middle-aged man walked to the door, pointing his right middle finger at his forehead. With a solemn expression, he said in a deep voice to his parents' remains: "Compassion."
"Loyal believers, you shall return to the embrace of the Compassionate Holy God."
"Your dedication will be seen by the Compassionate Holy God."
After the middle-aged man finished his mystical words, the young men behind him followed suit one by one, pointing their middle fingers at their foreheads and saying: "Compassion."
Jiang Yue, Uncle, and the granduncles all responded in the same way, saying the word 'Compassion'.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan immediately knew this was the etiquette of the Compassionate Demon Cult. He snorted coldly in his heart.
He also raised his right hand's finger, but instead of pointing it at his forehead, he simply gave the group opposite him the middle finger.
Anyway, no one noticed him.
Then, with his middle finger raised, he mumbled quickly and indistinctly: "F**k Compassion~ your Compassion~ mother~"
His voice was muffled and soft, so no one else heard.
Only his sister, who was standing in front of him, turned her head to look at Jiang Yuan in confusion. But by then, Jiang Yuan had already placed his right middle finger on his forehead, with a solemn and pious expression.
Jiang Yue nodded in satisfaction and turned her head back.
After cursing Compassion, Jiang Yuan felt much better.
He hated this Compassion deeply.
If it weren't for Him, his parents wouldn't have died, and he would have had a happy and warm family.
If it weren't for Him, he wouldn't have had to live in fear these past two days, almost dying.
A god? In Jiang Yuan's eyes, it was just a demon overlord.
The people from the Compassionate Demon Cult came to collect the remains, and the funeral was over.
After Uncle, Second Uncle, and Third Uncle each comforted the siblings a few words, they left one after another.
Jiang Yue called a taxi. Before getting in, Jiang Yuan looked ly at a certain place outside the Heavenly Staircase Hall.
For some reason.
Ever since he left the mourning hall, he had felt like someone was watching him.
However, after looking around several times, he found nothing unusual.
"Xiaoyuan, get in the car."
After Jiang Yue got in the car, she called out. Jiang Yuan nodded and also sat in the back seat of the car.
As soon as they got in the car, his sister leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to sleep. She hadn't slept all night and had been crying in grief, so she was mentally exhausted.
But Jiang Yuan was still full of energy, constantly looking around at things.
He had thought that once they got in the car, that feeling of being watched would disappear.
But unexpectedly, he still faintly felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him in the dark, which made him very vigilant.
But the result was the same—he found nothing.
Frowning, he looked out the window at the busy traffic and pondered.
...
Forty to fifty minutes later, the car arrived at their neighborhood.
The police cordon from yesterday had been removed, and the bloodstains on the ground had been cleaned up by the property management.
Jiang Yue, whether from exhaustion or still immersed in grief, walked forward in silence.
Jiang Yuan thought about countermeasures. If his sister continued to question him when they got home, asking how their mother suddenly came to worship the God of Sorrow when there were no offerings to the God of Sorrow in the house, not even a portrait, how should he respond.
As he walked, Jiang Yuan suddenly stiffened. From the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the open-air parking lot of the neighborhood without moving his head.
It was an old black car. He didn't know the brand; it was a low-end model.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was that he had seen this car before when he was looking out from the taxi!
The style, color, and even the license plate were exactly the same!
He hadn't paid much attention at the time, but now this car had suddenly appeared in his neighborhood's parking lot, which immediately made Jiang Yuan vigilant.
What did this mean? It meant that if this person was indeed the one watching him, then the other party knew his situation very well, otherwise they wouldn't have returned to the neighborhood first to wait for him.
Squinting his eyes, he stared intently through the car's windshield.
"Hmm? No one?"
Jiang Yuan was stunned. Just as he was about to his gaze in confusion, he suddenly noticed that behind the steering wheel, there seemed to be a shoulder in black clothes that moved slightly.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuan immediately averted his gaze and continued walking forward with his sister, putting on an expression as if he had noticed nothing.
But in his heart, alarm bells were ringing loudly.
It appeared outside the Heavenly Staircase Hall.
Now it's in his neighborhood.
When he slightly turned his head, the other party hid!
Most importantly...
He was very familiar with that black clothing and the corner of a badge that was faintly visible.
Security guards.
The older security guard?
Or the younger one?
They...
Are they still suspicious of him?
Just because they don't have definite evidence, they plan to secretly monitor him, and if he shows any flaws or abnormalities, they will act quickly?
Just thinking about this made Jiang Yuan break out in a cold sweat.
He had thought that the biggest crises at present would be his sister's possible subsequent questions and the upcoming worship ceremony.
He never thought that those two damned security guards were still suspicious of him and had no intention of letting him go!
But... why are they so persistent?
His parents jumped off the building themselves. They're security guards. Even if he is a heretic, is he really worth them treating him like this?
Heretic... that's great...
Jiang Yuan suddenly remembered his parents' sudden madness and ecstasy when they confirmed he was a 'heretic', as well as what they had said at the time.
There must be a secret he doesn't know hidden in this.
If they catch a heretic, or kill a heretic, they might get some huge benefit!
If that's the case...
Jiang Yuan's face suddenly darkened.
If that's the case, then his current situation is extremely dangerous!
Thinking about these things, before he knew it, the siblings had arrived at their floor.
Passing by the neighbor's door, they were about to go home.
But at this moment!
'Click——'
The security door of the neighbor's house suddenly opened. Jiang Yuan looked up subconsciously.
Fat Aunt Wang, wearing a tacky bright red floral dress.
She stood at the door just like that. Her fat face was full of concern, but her eyes were ... staring at Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, he really wanted to curse.
Damn it, is this never going to end!!!