Bang!
White light flared again, and Zuo Ci's figure slowly emerged from its blinding brilliance.
Then he landed flat on the ground with a splat.
"Fuck! Which bastard ambushed me? Get out here! I swear I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Dusting himself off, Zuo Ci swore as he climbed back to his feet.
His back burned with pain. He had no idea which dirty old bastard had blindsided him, but that kick had hit even harder than old Yellow Pelt's.
"Huh? Zuo Ci? You're back already? Did you really meet God?"
Nearby, Barry came over, wiping away tears from his stinging eyes after being blinded twice in a row, and asked curiously.
The others also rubbed their eyes and quietly edged closer, including Batman, who was wearing sunglasses.
They couldn't help it. This was God! He'd just gone to meet God! Who could possibly resist asking about that?
"Yeah, I did. You know, God actually... huh? What did God say to me again?"
Zuo Ci answered casually while rubbing his lower back, but just as he was about to talk about God, he suddenly stopped.
What was going on? Why couldn't I remember anything except God agreeing to help?
Had that really been all we talked about? No way. I'm not exactly the quiet type. There's no way I wouldn't have asked anything.
Seeing Zuo Ci's grave expression, the others instantly grew nervous. Only Barry kept blithely asking questions.
"What was God like? Did he say anything to you? What do Heaven and the angels up there look like? Or did you not get to meet God after all?"
Faced with Barry's guilelessly curious gaze... oh, wait, there was no gaze. He still couldn't really open his eyes.
Anyway, faced with his questions, Zuo Ci fell silent for