I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 317 Oracle (1)

On that quiet morning, the sky of Anbi seemed to feel the grief of the kingdom, and it was covered with dark clouds and sorrow.

His Royal Highness the Prince, the young heir who was deeply loved by the people, left this world suddenly and without any warning, plunging the entire country into deep sorrow.

On the streets, the laughter and joy of the past are no longer there, replaced by solemnity and desolation.

Those once bustling and lively neighborhoods are now empty, shops are closed, and people are wearing white clothes to express their grief for the passing of the prince.

There were traces of tears on everyone's face, and their eyes were filled with endless sadness and reluctance.

They prayed silently for the prince, hoping that his soul could ascend to heaven and receive God's protection.

When Lin Shen woke up, he found himself sitting upright on the bed, feeling a little dazed for a moment. At this moment, he was somewhat uncomfortable with such an environment and identity.

He slowly raised his hand, the white power of light swirling in his palm, his eyes flickered as he gently withdrew his hand.

Lin Shen changed into a white suit, which was not common for him.

He always felt that suits were too formal, but at this moment, it was the most appropriate attire.

Standing in front of the halo, he looked at himself. The white suit fit his figure well, and the waist-hugging design made the suit look particularly beautiful and eye-catching on him.

He straightened his cuffs, sorted out his emotions, and walked out of his temple.

Ever since that day when Xila had an argument with God the Father and parted unhappily, Xila never left the temple again.

The quarrel seemed like an invisible barrier that locked Xila in his own world.

Even when called by the Father, Xila was like a sleeping statue, without any response.

The door of the temple was closed tightly, as if blocking out all sounds and light from the outside world.

Michael was always worried about this. Lucifer was his best friend, and Sira was even more so... Anyway, they were both important to him.

Lucifer's defection had already made him miserable, and Xila's self-isolation made him feel extremely anxious and helpless.

He couldn't accept this reality, but he didn't know how to change it.

Every day, Michael would come to the outside of the temple, hoping to see Xila.

His dazzling red hair in the past now seems to have lost its former luster and looks a little decadent.

He stared at the tightly closed palace door, his heart filled with disappointment.

Today, it seems that I won’t be able to see Xila again.

He was just about to turn around and leave when suddenly, there was a roar and the palace door slowly opened.

Michael was stunned. He turned around and finally saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

Xila's figure appeared at the door. He looked unchanged, yet everything seemed different.

His aloof and cold temperament became more obvious, as if he was no longer compatible with this world.

"Sila..." Michael's voice was soft, full of uncertainty and expectation.

But Xila did not respond, and his eyes did not even linger on Michael.

Lin Shen, also known as Xila, just glanced at Michael indifferently, then looked away and walked towards the Temple of Light.

Michael came back to his senses, hurried to Lin Shen, and asked with concern: "Xila, are you okay?"

Lin Shen paused and nodded, but did not stop.

Michael had many questions and concerns in his heart, but when he saw Xila, he found that he couldn't speak. He could only follow behind Xila silently.

When they arrived outside the Temple of Light, Michael felt uneasy.

Xila would not come here for no reason. He asked nervously, "Xila, what are you going to do?"

But Lin Shen ignored him. He looked straight at the palace door. His voice was soft but full of determination: "My God, Xila wants to see you."

At that moment, Michael's heart began to beat abnormally fast, as if a silent war was about to happen.

Amid the roar, the temple door slowly opened, and Lin Shen stepped into the depths of the temple without any hesitation.

Michael followed closely behind him, but when he tried to enter, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, and he began to pace anxiously, praying silently in his heart that all this was just his wild guess.

When Lin Shen walked into the temple, he did not sense the breath of God.

He looked around and saw that the interior of the temple was empty and solemn, with the power of light flowing in the air.

Suddenly, a force of light grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him forward.

He felt that he was being dragged up to the throne of the God of Light.

Behind the throne, there was originally a solid wall, but now it has turned into a rotating vortex, which is where the god sleeps.

Lin Shen followed the guidance of the power of light and stepped into the vortex.

There was a white chaos inside the vortex, and Lin Shen felt that the power of light in his hand had disappeared.

He explored this vague space with light and cautious steps.

Suddenly, countless halos appeared in front of him, and a different picture appeared in each halo.

Lin Shen curiously moved closer to take a look, but was surprised to find that his own face appeared in one of the halos.

But there were black lines on that face, his eyebrows were raised, he looked vicious, and his scarlet pupils revealed a bloody aura.

In the halo, he was wearing a white robe, which was stained with blood, and his wings had turned into black and white.

He was suspended in the air, his cross gun tightly grasped in his hand.

In the halo, in front of him was a lifeless country, and the cross gun in his hand was aimed at a figure who looked like a king.

Lin Shen looked carefully and found that it was the King of Anbi, Perrus, his reincarnated father.

Behind the king knelt the people of Anbi, their faces filled with fear and despair.

Lin Shen heard the wailing and pleas for mercy, but in the halo he ruthlessly swung the cross gun in his hand. Amid the wailing, no one survived.

Lin Shen's heart suddenly stopped, and he instinctively reached out to grab the halo, wanting to touch the picture, wanting to stop what was about to happen.

But just as his fingers were about to touch it, the halo suddenly dissipated like a broken bubble and disappeared into the white chaos.

Lin Shen's steps paused involuntarily, and his eyes quickly turned to another halo.

His face appeared again in the halo. This time, he was lying on the ground with a dull expression and empty eyes, as if he had lost his soul and his mind was bewitched by some power.

A man in red clothes squatted beside him. The back figure made Lin Shen feel extremely familiar. He frowned and tried to search for the owner of this figure in his memory.

He on the ground seemed unaware of the impending danger.

The man in red stretched out a pair of slender and powerful hands, with a cold light flashing at the tips of his fingers.

Then he suddenly thrust his hand into his body, right in the heart.

Lin Shen felt his heart beating violently, as if something had grabbed his heart.

The man in red acted ruthlessly and decisively. With a sudden scoop, a living heart was dug out, still beating in his hand. Blood dripped from his fingertips, staining his clothes red.

The hands of the man in red were also soaked in blood. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel.