They didn't leave; instead, their breathing became rapid, and their eyes gradually turned fervent.
"Is it true? Praying to the statue, Mr. Chen can really hear it?"
"This is a living immortal!"
"Sincere heart brings spirit, sincere heart brings spirit!"
Clatter!
In a moment, everyone was kneeling in droves, with the sound of kowtowing echoing one after another.
Chen Mo: ???
In fact, he overlooked one thing—
Most of these common people were from the outer city, living in ordinary conditions and barely making ends meet, without the ability to resist risks.
Once hit by natural or man-made disasters, their lives would plummet into the abyss, with no way out but to burn incense and pray, which seemed more like seeking psychological comfort, as the real situation wouldn't improve.
After all, those lofty statues and clay idols never gave them any response.
But Chen Mo was different.
He was a living, breathing human being!
