Qin Fen Discovered the Secret of Shake

Qin Fen stepped aside instead of entering the living room. Holding his phone, he began typing. Rather than going in to make small talk with them, he would rather chat with this bizarre ID.

Moses—this was quite a distinctive name. In Exodus, he had parted the Red Sea and led the Jews out of Pharaoh's control. Legend said that he had received God's guidance and obtained the Tablets of the Ten Commandments, personally inscribed by God. He was a legendary figure, known as a prophet, and held an extremely high position in certain mythological traditions.

But Qin Fen was in a real bind now. At first glance, the name had shocked him. The question now was simple: was this Moses a legendary figure, or just an ordinary person from Earth?

The answer was actually simple. In a ramshackle mud-brick dwelling, a group of ragged, sallow, emaciated people were eating with their hands.

Their clothing was clearly different from modern attire. Their upper bodies were bare, and many of them bore scars, their bodies covered in marks from whips.

One middle-aged man sat leaning against a corner of the house, looking very calm. His eyes flickered as he coldly watched those around him. Quite a few people near him would unconsciously glance his way, making it clear that his status was somewhat special.

A strange atmosphere filled the room. No one spoke. They simply ate quietly, their eyes holding not only despair, but also a trace of hesitation. It was as if they were facing a major choice in life. The uncertain looks that occasionally drifted toward the middle-aged man explained everything. This hesitation came from him, and so did this choice—Moses.

"Hello. Meeting amid this vast sea of people, I wonder if this counts as fate." Qin Fen typed out