Qhianqhian opened her eyes again, surrounded by darkness, able to see her five fingers when she reached out, but when she turned her head, she saw Uncle Ram and his group in a house, seemingly kneeling in sincere worship towards something. She could even see the expressions on the faces of Ram and his group, who had their backs to her, but she couldn’t make out what exactly they were worshiping, and it seemed like she would have to go inside to see clearly.

She was outside the house, somewhat taken aback; this house looked a bit disgusting, didn’t it?

Why is it this kind of colorful black? This color just... gave her goosebumps, and she should go in? If this wasn’t a conspiracy, she’d write her name backwards.

"I always feel... this is not a good place... How did I get here?" Qhianqhian looked around in confusion, but couldn’t see anyone, only that eerie house with a group of eerie people kneeling inside...

It seemed like all of this could only be answered by going into that big house, but knowing there was deceit yet still going in did not seem like a smart move...

Qhianqhian’s eyes swiveled around a couple of times, then suddenly lit up; even if she didn’t want to go in, it didn’t mean she didn’t have other methods, she could get the people inside to come out!

She instinctively wanted to throw a couple of bombs, but realized she didn’t have the Xuanming Ring, stared blankly for a while, and looking at her bare fingers, even if she didn’t have the impression, she knew there was a problem.

That is... she was caught again...

Last time she was trapped in memory, her mind was forcibly brought into it by control.

The current scene before her obviously wasn’t something that should exist in her memory, which means...

Now, all their spiritual power, from a certain perspective, their soul was brought here together?

That house was even more unlikely to be a good place.

She couldn’t feel a sliver of nature’s spiritual energy, so even if she wanted to cause trouble, she was willing but powerless, silently watching the people inside the house, sitting quietly on the ground outside, not having any intention to explore.

From time to time, she threw a couple of stones inside the house, but even if they hit someone, they showed no reaction, as if they were unaware.

As if this kneeling process could not be disturbed...

She patted her pockets, as she expected, there was nothing in them. Now she was just an ordinary person, how could she confront this bizarre house?

There were many ways to destroy the house, like burning it... but the house looked like it was made of some kind of stone, and only stones were scattered around the area, it didn’t seem like there was any flint stone, even if there could be sparks struck, there wasn’t any combustible material, wasn’t this laughable?

Moreover, even if she wanted to bury the house with stones, it seemed like a long mission similar to Elite Guards filling the sea, the only advantage was that the sea was boundless, but this house, no matter how large, had boundaries.

But Qhianqhian still felt a bit stifled, in the memory before, at least her mom and brother loved her, and there was Tang Tianyi who came...

Now... this... just made her want to say MMP.

After looking up for a long time, she took a deep breath and walked up the steps to the doorway.

"Unity is strength, unity is strength, this strength is iron, this strength is steel..."

The song she shouted out almost completely broke the pitch.

But she had to say... it worked? Although she still couldn’t make out what exactly they were worshiping, at least someone moved and turned their head to look at her, wasn’t this a good sign?

Looking at that somewhat displeased expression, Qhianqhian snorted, continued wailing, after all, the only song she could think of as ’deafening’ was this one...

Her throat was almost hoarse when she noticed that Uncle Ram actually stood up, turned around, and those eyes were full of cold chill.

There was no sign of recognition, it looked like the eyes of an enemy.

"Who are you!" Uncle Ram’s voice was full of dignity, slowly walking to the door, his face full of displeasure and anger, as if Qhianqhian’s behavior had touched his bottom line.

Sure enough, he then said: "Why are you stopping us from worshiping the Snow God?!"

Snow God? What is that?

Qhianqhian looked into the house baffled, but that place which was unclear at first remained unclear now, as if something was always obscuring Qhianqhian’s intent to investigate further.

"Uncle Ram, what are you doing?" Qhianqhian frowned deeply, "If you don’t return, in three days, the Ice Nation will fall into crisis!"

Although she didn’t want to know what these people were doing, it was obvious, that thing they were worshiping was somewhat mysterious.

Snow God? Although the Ice Nation was basically covered in snow and ice, it shouldn’t be to this extent, should it?

Moreover, it always felt like if such a deity existed, shouldn’t it let it snow less? How cold...

Who knew Ram just frowned tightly at Qhianqhian with no urgency: "How do you know my name? I am Snow God’s most devout follower, Ram, my life exists because of the Snow God."

Are you... snowing inside your brain?

"If deities truly exist, they should be blessing you to live better, right? Why let the Ice Nation be swept by endless snow, cold air, and nothing grows? Even in such an environment, the strongest plants barely survive, is this deity? Is there a deity who would joke around with the living environment of their own faithful for the sake of showcasing their divine power?"

The point is, even if there is a deity... it definitely wouldn’t accept worship in such a shabby house, would they? Don’t they want face? This environment looks more like worshiping the Death God than the Snow God!

Upon hearing this, Ram’s expression relaxed slightly, but he still desperately suppressed the urge to kill Qhianqhian.

For a reason he couldn’t explain, what Qhianqhian said made sense, but how could he doubt his own faith? Their belief was supreme, the deity indeed existed!

Anyone who doubts the existence of a deity ought to perish!

However, he didn’t know why, he didn’t want Qhianqhian to die...

But how could there be such a nagging little brat?

Qhianqhian conceded she was indeed annoying, but what else could she do? Considering her height compared to Ram and his people, she couldn’t even fight them, what was left to do? Only move them emotionally and use reasoning, people should be persuaded with logic, as the saying goes, a gentleman uses his mouth not his fists.

A gentleman says, fighting means losing.