"So you have already predicted my actions." The prophet looked at the items in his hand and asked, "Why not stop me?"

"It is inevitable that the refuge will be attacked. Anyway, it will be attacked sooner or later, so it is better to let you do it. There will be fewer casualties." Xu Fu said, "With that being said, if I am a complete person, I will first think about it and then stop you without thinking. But now I have more elements of random thoughts."

"So that's it." He didn't know if the prophet understood or didn't understand, so he just nodded and looked at the survivors.

Some crimes, even if the parties admit them personally, may not win the recognition of others. Just like the prophet at this moment, he has always been regarded as a well-deserved hero and leader by the survivors, but this kind of person is suddenly accused of "the culprit that attracts the dead and the living dead". Even if he showed a very happy attitude under this accusation, the survivors would find it difficult to accept this fact.

But not long after, someone forced himself to calm down and analyze the credibility of the matter. Then he gradually realized that the possibility of this matter was not only high, but also high. Because whether it was the monitors outside the shelter or the fortifications inside, the details of the destruction of these facilities were full of man-made traces. Moreover, among everyone, the only one who could grasp the location and specific structure of all monitors and fortifications, and God did the secret destruction work without knowing it was the prophet.

People were talking about it, and at the same time they questioned the prophets one after another, and the prophets answered them all in the culprit. When they were destroyed and how they were destroyed, they confessed all the details that people did not ask about. Even the details that people did not ask about were unbelievable. Although people were unable to believe it, they slowly accepted this cruel fact.

"How could this happen..." the soldiers mixed among the people and said dejectedly, "Why... aren't you our hero..."

"I'm very sorry, I'm not." The prophet said expressionlessly.

The soldier seemed to be unsteadily standing, took two steps back, and then suddenly became angry and shouted, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" The prophet repeated this sentence, becoming more and more silent.

"This is not the first time he has done this." The nun walked to Xu Fu's side. "The reason why the barrier in the town broke out was because he tampered with the barrier; and the reason why the undead and the living dead broke into the town was all his actions."

"How is that possible!" The soldier was even more unacceptable. He didn't even bother to ask the nun how he knew this. "After the invasion of the undead, he immediately activated the shelter to protect us! Even before the invasion of the undead, he had been guarding against such a situation. How could he do that kind of thing!"

"Yes. The town has been sheltered by barriers for a hundred years, and the people living there are basically born and raised under the barriers. Everyone believes that barriers will not collapse easily, and in fact, barriers can indeed last for the second century or even the third century. Only he has never missed a slight possibility of badness." The nun said coldly, "He grew up in a sense of crisis since he was a child, and studied hard with the goal of becoming the 'he who is now'; and when he grew up, he even established a shelter in peacetime, hoarded a lot of food, formulated plans for various detailed situations of the invasion of the undead, and made complete preparations."

"So how could he do that!" the soldier interrupted her.

At this moment, the prophet asked suddenly, "Do you still remember how people in the past called me?"

The soldier was stunned.

"Damnation, alarmist madman, idle man who wastes food and supplies..." said the prophet slowly, "In the past, people looked at me like this. Even the children knew that there was a mental illness living nearby who did useless things all day long. It was like a harsh noise infiltrated in a soothing music. Everyone looked at me with tinted glasses. Everyone thought that the undead could not defend themselves by preparation. Instead of thinking about how to deal with the undead, it was better to maintain the barrier so that the undead could not come in from the beginning."

Upon hearing this, Hu Ma remembered what the soldiers had said to him and the faceless man before.

"But people rely too much on the protection of the barrier, thinking that if the barrier is there, they can live safely."

"The prophet doesn't think so. He believes that the barrier will be broken one day. Even if it's okay for the past hundred years, there is no guarantee that tomorrow will be fine."

"So the prophets survived. Those who looked down on him were dead."

"But I can't trust the barrier. No matter how strong the walls are, they will collapse. At that time, we can only trust ourselves." The prophet looked at his hands, "That's what I think. But I'm very uneasy. If the barrier really didn't collapse, at least it didn't collapse in my lifetime, then the preparations I've done over the years will really become a joke. The meaning of my life will have no place to settle, and my life will be worthless."

"So, you tampered with the barrier." Xu Fu said to the point, "Otherwise you will not be able to become a 'prophet', and you can only live your life as a 'madman full of delusions'."

"I didn't think so at first. Because I was happy as long as I could see the happy smiles of others. I did the preparations to keep as many smiles as possible." The prophet said, "But if the undead really invades, this devilish thought would always circulate. Unconsciously, I became less like myself."

"You unconsciously hypnotize yourself with spiritual energy, and this is also the reason why you let the undead and the living dead invade the refuge in order to make the preparations inside the refuge more valuable. Do you want to say that?" Xu Fu asked.

"No, that can only be an excuse to shirk responsibility. In any case, I still did those things with these hands." The prophet said, looking at the nun, "and she followed the clues and reasoned the truth shortly after the undead invasion."

Hu Ma also looked at the nun in surprise, who was silent.

"She knew the importance of my refuge, so she did not expose me." said the prophet, "I did not silence her, either. Because I needed to be punished. Even if this punishment was insignificant to those who died, rather than those who died, I still needed to be punished."

The soldier said blankly: "Can it be that secret room is actually..."

"You have made an appointment with me that you will not do that again," said the nun. "But you failed the appointment, and you are still hopeless villain."

Everyone looked at the prophet with disappointment, even hatred, and he just said nothing.

He looked so calm, not as full of self-blame or as he said, as he wanted to be punished. But as a psychic, Hu Ma could feel a strong undercurrent from the calm appearance of the prophet. Any psychic could basically feel the overly strong feelings of others. Just as Hu Ma could vaguely feel some brewing changes from Xu Fu's calm appearance, Hu Ma could now clearly hear the waves in the heart of the prophet.

Hu Ma approached Xu Fu quietly to prevent the prophet from suddenly attacking Xu Fu. Xu Fu turned his head and smiled slightly at Hu Ma. The same smile was stranger than all the smiles before. Then Xu Fu turned around and looked at the prophet.

Xu Fu asked: "Now you have fully practiced the meaning of your life. Are you at ease about it?"

The prophet looked calm and shook his head.

"In the past, you chose this to get out of anxiety, but now you have become even heavier uneasiness." Xu Fu stared at him, "Where are you going in the future?"

"I don't know." The prophet told the truth.

"You want to be a monster, and your psychic energy also tries to turn you into a monster. However, you can't become a monster in the end." Xu Fu spoke, leaning on his cane and staggering towards the prophet. "Your mistake comes from that you are a person after all. You are too human. You can't be content with ordinary people, nor can you completely become a monster. You finally took a critical step, but you are just stuck in the middle and struggled constantly."

Speaking of this, some indescribable incitement vaguely emerged in his words, "But you have another choice."

The prophet looked at Xu Fu and waited for his answer.

Xu Fu slowly said, "That's death."

"Die?" The prophet's eyes were completely unchanged.

"Yes, die." Xu Fu admitted.

"Where is dead, what's there?" the prophet asked.

"Nothing." Xu Fu's voice seemed to be demonic, "No desire, no worries, no color, no karma. Everything in the world no longer exists there."

He continued, "What you insist on saying is nothing."

"null."

"Yes. The so-called 'emptiness'." Xu Fu said, "is 'safety'."

"Safe..." The prophet chewed on this word. Suddenly, Hu Ma felt that the waves in the prophet's heart, which were like the heart-eating of thousands of insects, had finally calmed down. It seemed that he had suddenly let go of something at this moment.

He fell to his knees, holding his head with his hands.

His body suddenly burst into countless bloody wounds. The wounds quickly rotted, and dense white maggots emerged.

After the maggots appeared, they began to chew on rotten meat frantically. His wounds were getting more and more, and the area of ​​rotten meat became bigger and bigger. The maggots were gnawing on his body like a movie fast forward. No one came forward to rescue him, and he did not struggle at all. He just knelt on the ground and waited for him to be eaten up by the maggots.

After a while, the maggots ate all the flesh and blood of his body, and even the bones were eaten. Then the maggots chewed at each other. When the last maggot was left, the fat maggots suddenly burst and turned into a large pool of blood that was far more than the size of the maggots.

The blood spread to Xu Fu's feet. He looked at all with his cane indifferently.

Hu Ma stood behind Xu Fu. He could not see what Xu Fu's expression was at the moment, but a creepy feeling suddenly arose in his heart. His back, his attitude, and his words were more like a withered believer than the withered believer in his memory.
Chapter completed!