Chapter 215

In Quancheng, it is as if the night is always dark and windy.

Strange flowing light constantly surges above the night sky, just like aurora and neon thrown into a blender to make juice and then tirelessly applied layer by layer, making one feel nauseous; at the same time, after a long time, the senses actually gradually and strangely start to get used to it.

Even, feeling that this scene has become commonplace, extremely ordinary.

And after noticing this, Ji Jue couldn't help but be vigilant in his heart.

The pollution of evil things and foolishness is often subtle.

Many times, it is not visible to the naked eye; it could be a sharing at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, a bizarre dream that cannot be remembered after waking up, an inconspicuous ornament at home, a rather strange story in a book, or even a common bowl of wonton noodles...

Therefore, it can be called a poisonous poison.

Before noticing it, the parties involved often lean towards evil and foolishness unknowingly; in the end, only a wisp of spark is needed to ignite the firewood, and it can no longer be controlled.

A change under the vortex forty years ago caused a purple star to streak across the sky, shining brightly. And in the ten years since then, spontaneous evil pollution around the world has been endless...

Just, just took a look.

The moment the eyes were illuminated by that radiance, in the soul, a bit of expectation and yearning that shouldn't have been there was planted uncontrollably.

Lu Changsheng was thus sealed as the Sacrifice Master Saint, completely integrating the Huaxie Sect, which was a plate of loose sand, and before that, he was just the most ordinary-looking member among all the middle and high-level members.

Without any eagerness for quick success and instant benefits like other peers, he was best at dripping water through stone and sawing wood with rope; under the blowing of the accumulated cold wind, when you notice the ice is three feet thick, it is already too late to save.

Because of this, when he walked to the front of the stage, connected such a huge force, and faced the Anquan Bureau head-on, it made people feel vigilant and uneasy.

What exactly is he doing?

What medicine did he take? Playing so big?

Ji Jue doesn't know how big Lu Changsheng is playing, but now even the little bit leaking from his fingers is almost crushing Ji Jue and the others to death.

In the cold wind blowing in his face, Ji Jue lies on the ruins of the broken high-rise, lifting his binoculars.

Looking far from a high place, only then can one see the ferocity of Quancheng.

Countless flowing lights above the sky are like curtains, hanging down layer by layer, covering the dark city; separated by that dreamlike light gauze, the world becomes strange and ferocious.

In the spiritual quality perception, countless vast waves like ripples are spreading every moment, from the large and small corners of Quancheng.

The entire Quancheng had long ago become a toy of the Huaxie Sect.

Now that the invisible big hand hangs down from the clouds and plays with it wantonly, the dark city shows a bit of the violence and hunger suppressed in the darkness.

In the distant roar, in the thick fog, a huge outline appears and disappears, sweeping over the ruins, and tentacles extend from the fog, wantonly preying on the surrounding deformed bodies, feasting wantonly.

And that strange shadow that was encountered by chance before crawls and creeps on the ground, accompanied by crisp cracking sounds, swimming past.

On the empty streets or squares, sometimes a huge broken statue will appear without warning, and fresh blood will continuously overflow from the crack of the broken neck.

Without seeing any movement, one after another deformed and mutated heads inexplicably appeared on its base...

Everything seen is already a pasture for evil things; those strange behemoths walk in the darkness as docilely as cattle and sheep, lowering their heads to graze on the constantly sprouting grass, becoming increasingly strong.

Ji Jue's gaze deliberately bypassed those things, not even daring to look directly.

God knows how keen the perception of those things is; if you are locked on just by looking at them, then you are just delivering food to the door.

"Repairman in position."

He lies on the edge of the floor, looking towards an ordinary building below from the reflection of the mirror.

——Quancheng Bank.

The desolate and dilapidated bank occupies the entire four-story building, and shadows flash from time to time on the surrounding streets.

The moment the mutated moth sweeps across the sky, a strange halo often appears on the bank, easily crushing the moth into meat paste.

The entire bank has been shrouded in secret rituals, watertight.

Behind the tattered curtains, a little light is faintly cast, but it is difficult to see the movement inside.

This is the stronghold found by Tong Shan during his stealth observation that is furthest from their hiding place and also has the weakest reaction.

Tong Shan and Xu Guan burned four candles and squatted around for several hours, finally figuring out the movement inside through various methods.

Now the believers of the Huaxie Sect have gathered and run to the bank; they are certainly not here to apply for loans. They went to great lengths to transform the entire bank from top to bottom into an evil residence, just to maximize the distance to the vortex, so as to attract the descent and blessing of the upper-level evil.

Just like Lian Cheng's actions in the Time Ruins last time.

Now, under the exclusion of the present world, the forcibly 'floating' Quancheng consumes a massive amount of resources every day.

If you want to save that consumption that is enough to make even Heavenly Humans' hearts twitch, then you must find something to cushion the empty Quancheng.

Support the pillar.

There are many similar methods; even as an artisan, Ji Jue can think of no less than a dozen, among which the simplest is undoubtedly the most conscience-less 'living pile', killing ten thousand or a thousand people, and all problems are solved.

The Huaxie Sect doesn't have a high moral bottom line, but such a big gap and such a complex ritual, they simply can't do it. 'Sacrifice' is not something that can be made up with frozen chickens and ducks, and it must meet the requirements, freshly killed and freshly slaughtered... If they could really dig out more than ten thousand living people from the Federation's hands without a sound, what couldn't they do?

Even if they killed them all to sacrifice to the furnace, they could do it!

Hard ones can't come, so they can only come with some skills.

Open a gap above the vortex through rituals, as if ice fishing, luring the upper-level evil that is hungry and thirsty below to come up for a breath.

The Huaxie Sect has been doing this for so many years, and they don't lack 'connections' below at all; everyone has been cooperating for a long time, and maybe they know that the banquet is about to start as soon as they ring the bell, and they are skilled to death.

In just a few hours, in various places in Quancheng, strange light pillars that reached the sky have flashed and risen one after another, representing the successful descent of the upper-level evil...

Just like big pillars, supporting from bottom to top, connecting with each other, constituting a stable structure, firmly supporting Quancheng.

This is one of the few places where there is no movement for the time being...

And, there is no strong person of the transcendent rank sitting inside.

If it can be successfully exorcised and cut off, the resonance and connection between the upper-level evil will be lacking, and the pressure on the Huaxie Sect to support Quancheng's floating will be even more exaggerated!

Not to mention how much redundancy can be left in such a massive project, you have to know that there is definitely more than one load-bearing wall in an entire building, but even if one is missing, it is enough for the whole building to become a dangerous building!

Break one of their legs first, and the rest is simple; just kick the good leg of the cripple hard, and that's it.

In the headset, sounds with a lot of interference noise ring out one after another.

"Big Brother, in position."

"Garlic-peeling sister, in position."

"Iron Man, in position."

"Melon-eating maniac, in position."

Then, it is Lou Feng's voice, enduring shame: "Big... Water throat, in position."

And then, in the long silence, everyone waits with bated breath, until finally, a very reluctant voice drags on and rings out:

"... Plant, in position."

Pfft.

Don't know who, forgot to turn off the mic, a light laugh couldn't be held back.

Since code names are things that are given to each other, only the person involved has no decision-making power.

Just like a small game to relax the body and mind before the war, no matter how serious and rigid Tong Zhiwu is, he can't stop everyone from finding some fun in the bitterness.

Although he resisted this code name ten thousand times, under the unanimous vote of the team members, he had to accept it.

"A car is coming, everyone pay attention." 'Melon-eating man' Xu Guan reminds in the channel in a low voice, "Is the repairman ready?"

"Preparation complete."

Ji Jue grins, pulls the bolt, lies on the soft mercury dust-proof mat, turns the muzzle, faintly aiming at a dilapidated truck driving over on the street in the distance.

Can't help but frown.

What kind of garbage... In such a huge Huaxie Sect, can't they find a single person who knows how to repair cars?

From tires, suspension, to the chassis, there isn't a single place that looks decent; it's probably just flipped out of Quancheng's garbage dump and put together; if it can drive, it's a success, and it wouldn't be strange if it broke down in the next moment.

After the car stopped steadily, a large group of disheveled people walked down from the back of the truck; although they were all sallow and thin, and some were even mutated under the evil pollution, they were dying.

Lacking clothes and food, like bitter prisoners, but their expressions were fanatically happy beyond belief, scrambling to walk towards the bank.

Ji Jue looks at it, sighing silently.

"Don't be soft-hearted, these are all fanatics of the Huaxie Sect, they can't be pulled back." Tong Shan's voice rings out from the communication: "Even if you save them from fire and water now, they will still blame you for meddling and blocking them from going to heaven."

"I know."

Ji Jue presses the remote control without hesitation.

Immediately, in a crumbling ruin in the distance, a sudden explosion rang out, and then, it broke at the waist, collapsed, raising a large piece of dust.

In the loud noise, the crowd on the street suddenly became chaotic, and screams rang out.

The sudden movement attracted who knows how much attention; for a time, the flowing light above the sky was disturbed and looked down.

Swept past.

But soon, the attention of all parties dissipated without a trace.

It was just a dangerous building collapsing; it was too common, and there were who knows how many in the entire Quancheng. What's more, Ji Jue had calculated the directional blasting for several hours, didn't use much explosives, and the few footprints were also blown away by the wind and buried by dust, so no traces could be found at all.

And just as the waste building collapsed, under the cover of the loud noise, no one noticed the suppressed gunshot that rang out from Ji Jue's hand.

A mercury silencer made on the spot, and a deliberately reduced amount of charge.

When that bullet flew out, there wasn't much sound at all.

Like a muffled fart.

It shot out of the chamber instantly, quickly peeling and collapsing in the wind, leaving a wisp of diffusing dust; in the end, the moment it hit, in the slightly chaotic crowd, a man who was thin to the bone also just stumbled and fell to the ground.

Unharmed.

Even he himself thought that it was someone who pushed him in the chaos.

After crawling up, he patted the dust off his body, glaring at the left and right, distinguishing one innocent or mocking look after another, and muttered something.

Didn't dare to argue.

This place was already in front of the Sanctuary; who would dare to raise a fist to break the solemnity?

Punishment is a small matter; if one were deprived of the qualification to serve the Lord, that would be a loss that outweighs the gain!

Just like that, everyone harbored the same unrealistic dream, calculating the rewards of heaven and the satisfaction of infinite desires in their hearts, lining up one by one beside the guide, happily walking into the darkness of the bank.

Just like livestock lining up, walking towards the processing assembly line.

It's just that when entering the door, he couldn't help but scratch his back, as if it was a bit itchy.

As for when a palm print appeared on the smelly and tattered clothes...

No one cares.

"Damn it, it's been so long, there's no movement at all!" In the bank basement, the furious priest cursed: "Is there really no one who cares! What are you pretending to be dead for, speak!"

Around the blood-stained altar, the hosts shrank their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Only the subordinate who was most favored dared to summon the courage to distinguish: "Priest, please forgive me, we all followed the rules of the past. According to reason, at this time, the Lord should have already descended, but... but..."

But who knows, several batches of sacrifices have been sent up.

Incense has been burned, heads have been kowtowed, but why is the upper-level evil that was incomparably effective in the past silent now?!

Could it be that at this critical moment, it suddenly fell into the trap and raised the price?

"It, it must be the Wheel-Turning Holy King testing us!" his lips trembled: "As long as this batch of new sacrifices is sent up, the Holy King will definitely be satisfied and will be doubly favored to us."

The priest looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.

At this point, that's the only way to explain it.

No matter how earnestly invited and called, or even offered batch after batch of sacrifices, the Holy King, who was incomparably agile in the past, actually didn't have half a response at this moment...

The priest suddenly questioned: "Is it because you have no rules somewhere? Provoked the Lord to anger?!"

"It must be that dog Lian Cheng who harmed us!"

Helplessly, the panicked subordinate threw the pot to the dead person without hesitation: "Since the beginning of the previous period, the Holy King's response has become less and less, and even didn't respond to anything. It must be that dog thing who somehow offended the Holy King!"

"At this point, is it useful to say these things?"

The priest said coldly: "Increase the scale, offer more sacrifices, call all the believers over—if the Holy King really doesn't want to show up, I'm afraid we can only forcibly call him over..."

"But, but..."

The subordinate was stunned: "If the Holy King descends in anger."

"Then what's the use of sacrifices?" The priest looked over coldly: "What are you regretting? Your few believers? If we fail here, do you know what will happen to you?

A top-class lamb like you is not easy to find!"

Under the gloomy words, the subordinate trembled, lowered his head, and dared not hesitate any longer.

Drove batch after batch of believers onto the altar.

Whether struggling with crying and howling, or scrambling with urgency, or hesitating with anxiety... no matter what they looked like, after being sent to the huge altar, they would fall into delirium and illusions, happily turning into ashes, eaten clean by things that couldn't be seen, leaving only the viscous blood slowly dripping from the 'plate', overflowing...

In a trance, one of the maintainers beside the altar, for some reason, suddenly shivered.

Heard it, like a hallucination... laughter?

On the originally empty wall, a tattered door frame appeared out of thin air, opening.

On the door hole, behind that tattered curtain, darkness surged.

A pale smiling face slowly poked out.

Looking at him.