Moses trembled as he stepped forward. The stone tablets floating in midair slowly drifted over and fell into his hands. Holding them up for a look, Moses burst into tears. A miracle, a miracle! The tablets had changed drastically, and they had become something he could understand. What was carved on them really was the Ten Commandments.
"Oh God!"
It really had nothing to do with him. Qin Fen had no idea what was wrong with the other man again. Damn it, the signal to the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds was too poor for video calls.
"What is it?" Qin Fen wanted to know what kind of madness this was.
"The Ten Commandments, the Ten Commandments have appeared! Thank the Lord for His gift!" Moses gently stroked the writing on the tablets. This was exactly what he needed. To escape Egypt, he would have to lead a large and disorderly crowd. He had never led a group before and lacked experience. With people's hearts unsettled and everyone harboring their own thoughts, he needed a stable team.
He had the ability, and his status was sufficient for the moment, but he lacked anything that could restrain everyone spiritually, through faith. Now, Moses wanted to roar at the sky. Everything was ready except for the east wind—and now the wind had risen!
That was right. With the Ten Commandments, they were fully prepared. And these had been personally written by the true God. This path was also the true God's guidance for him. They would surely succeed.
Only... the handwriting was a little ugly. Moses finally noticed that. There was no helping it; Chef Qin's handwriting was terrible. He had written in Chinese, all crooked and uneven, and after being transformed into another script, there was no way it could look good.