“This is the mental seal I wanted to apply to myself. I was hesitant, of course, and in the end didn’t do it.” The bold text on the paper read: God is dead. “Why?” asked Wu Yue, raising his head. “Isn’t it obvious? Isn’t God dead? Screw the Lord’s plan. Screw his mild yoke!” Wu Yue looked at Hines in silence for a moment, then turned and walked down the steps. When Wu Yue walked into the shadow cast by the Faith Monument, Hines called after him, “Sir, I wish I could disguise my contempt for you, but I can’
