Chapter 1: Cave Heaven Blessed Land

The gale howled.

The rain poured down in torrents.

Dense, slanted raindrops pattered against the glass, the splashing water blurring the figure of the person inside.

This was a man wearing a dark gray overcoat; he was thin, with slightly curly hair, regular features but a haggard face, sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes, which were bloodshot.

He watched the electronic clock in front of him intently, counting down along with the numbers.

"58, 57..."

This might be the countdown to his life.

In this small detective agency, twenty-eight cameras were installed, hundreds of traps were buried, and he even held a switch in his hand; as long as he pressed it, the pre-arranged bombs would blow the agency to the sky.

Click.

Two more things appeared in Wu Xian's hands.

Praise the Ghost Mother, offer my flesh and bone, cover eyes to save life, clap hands to honor the Lord...

This space made him feel very comfortable, very cozy, like a wanderer who had worked hard outside for many years, finally returning to the hometown that raised him, finally able to put down the heavy burden on his body.

But today.

In his left hand was a burning incense stick, and in his right was a booklet, on which was written "Disciple's Certificate of the Bound."

The cold hand loosened, and Wu Xian opened his eyes to look around.

He was no longer in the detective agency.

But before he could figure it out, a pair of blackened palms stretched out from behind, locking onto his eyes tightly, and the coldness struck again.

Wu Xian inserted his hand into the smoke of the True Fire Incantation, pulling out a yellow talisman paper, while the other two clumps of smoke incantations dissipated.

For this, he had wasted three years, invested almost everything he had, ruined his health, racked his brains, and exhausted all his efforts.

However, these odd jobs were just to subsidize his household expenses; the case he had truly been investigating all along was a case entrusted by a mysterious employer.

Suddenly, Wu Xian noticed that the darkness behind the statue was stirring, pairs of scarlet eyes gradually approaching, and the burning speed of the incense in his hand accelerated sharply.

Unlike other detectives, Wu Xian was not investigating this case for money, nor did he have missing relatives, or hold any great ideals; he simply had an irrepressible curiosity and obsession with the Blessed Land case.

Now he could finally see the answer with his own eyes.

A statue with black hair on its body, protruding bone spurs, shaped like a wild beast, with black horns on its head grown into the shape of a crown.

This was an endless dark wilderness, three statues surrounded him, the red candles in front of the statues illuminated the middle, and nothing could be seen in the rest of the place.

Opening the first page of the certificate, it read: "Bound Disciple Wu Xian, you have arrived at the Blessed Land, please choose a deity to worship; the protection of the gods is the key to surviving in the Blessed Land."

There were six more pages behind the certificate.

The moment the incense was inserted, the other two statues disappeared, the restlessness in the darkness also stopped, and the smoke produced by the burning incense formed three smoke talismans on the table.

Wu Xian's detective partners had also received similar text messages; most of them had gone missing, and the rest had also quit the investigation.

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But in fact, this is a setting that most infinite-flow novels should have, but most deliberately avoid.

According to the data investigated by Wu Xian and his detective partners, the number of people missing due to the Blessed Land case every year was terrifyingly huge.

These three statues must have their significance, but the incense was burning shorter and shorter, not allowing Wu Xian to think for a long time, so he inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of the yellow-clothed statue.

As far as Wu Xian knew, the only ones willing to launch an investigation into this were their small, hired ragtag detective group.

The coldness invaded Wu Xian's body, making him unable to even press the switch, which made him regret it.

A statue dressed in yellow, wearing a crown, with only blurred light and shadow at its hands, feet, and head, and densely packed clerical script written on the yellow robe.

The Blessed Land case was a super-large missing person case with unknown causes, covering the whole world, with a particularly huge number of missing people, and the identities of the missing were random.

3, 2, 1, the countdown ended.

A statue pieced together from dozens of blue bubbles, with a crown-like halo floating above it, each bubble containing a mysterious magic artifact.

"Damn... this is more outrageous than I thought."

The lights turned on, the room was empty, and the remote control fell under the chair.

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Wu Xian was also going to "be missing."

Disciple's Certificate of the Bound: Proof of identity for the Bound of the Blessed Land, holding this certificate allows entry into the Blessed Land.

"The Dual Release Technique needs to be used in conjunction with other talismans, the filth character sounds a bit dirty... I'll choose the True Fire Incantation!"

In front of each statue, there was a table, and on the table were two red candles and an incense burner.

Time was getting closer.

Incense for Worship: An ordinary incense stick, can be used to worship gods.

There was a hint of fear in Wu Xian's eyes, but more of it was excitement and anticipation.

Then there was the death toll that many readers were confused about.

"Let me see your modus operandi: hypnosis, drugs, cyborgs, special technology, even if it's outrageous, it's just aliens, right."

Wu Xian didn't know where these talismans were used, nor did he know the effects of these talismans, but he knew he had to make a choice before the incense burned out.

With such arrangements, he was confident that no one could take him away silently.

Unknown Immortal God's Blessing: 【One Becomes Three】 — Worship reward increases by two optional items.

Click!

All the lights went out at the same time, the monitor turned into static, and the last scene Wu Xian saw was a pair of blackened hands reaching out from the darkness, covering his eyes.

A line of green text was written on the blessing page.

The only one who persisted to the end was Wu Xian.

Dual Release Technique: When using the next non-dual-release talisman, the number of effective times is doubled, usable times 【2/2】.

This case was called the "Blessed Land Case."

Yesterday at noon, he received a text message.

Wu Xian pinched the talisman paper with his fingers, thinking about how to use this thing.

"Careless, should have gotten some evil-warding talismans or something to stick on..."

Kneeling and begging for follow-up reading, if everyone can find this book readable, please try to read it daily, this is really important for this book.

The man's name was Wu Xian, a third-rate private detective; this was his detective agency, and he often took odd jobs like investigating affairs, catching mistresses, taking photos of celebrities, and buying train tickets on behalf of others.

There was no special reason for choosing this statue, just because it looked more like a human.

"27, 26..."

After choosing, this last statue also disappeared without a trace.

They were talismans, divine abilities, magic artifacts, blessings, curses, and miscellaneous items; he flipped through them one by one, and only the blessing and miscellaneous item pages had specific content.

La la la, starting a new book, hope everyone likes it.

Wu Xian hovered his hand over the smoke talisman, and a piece of information drilled into his mind.

What would happen after the incense burned out?

Wu Xian immediately looked at the three statues.

"Three sheets... is this the blessing effect of 【One Becomes Three】? Originally there should only be one?"

Vaguely, Wu Xian heard a faint prayer.

Wu Xian carefully flipped through every word on the certificate, feeling it was absurd; the case he had investigated for three years, the truth was actually a supernatural event?

But at the same time, he felt some joy in his heart.

With the deepening of the investigation, Wu Xian's teammates went missing one after another, and the remaining few also quit the investigation in terror, as if they had seen a ghost.

The sender was "Fuyuan Chenghuang," and the content of the text message was: "You will enter the Blessed Land at 12:00 PM on February 26th, please prepare in advance."

A new book is not easy, a suspense new book is even harder, so please try to read it as it updates, woo woo woo.

Many people think that the death toll doubling every year is a huge number.

The miscellaneous item page had two lines.

True Fire Incantation: Release a true fire, usable times 【3/3】.

Filth Character: Bless an item, add a trace of "filth" to it, ends when exhausted, can defile magic artifacts, can break spells.

But what is incomprehensible is that even with such a huge death toll, the world's population structure remains healthy, social order remains stable, and there are even few public opinions calling for an investigation.

Everyone can calculate it yourself; assuming each instance only has two participants, and only one person dies each time, then how many people need to die to gather an instance participated in by two veterans with one experience, two experiences, three experiences... and even ten experiences?

The answer is exponential growth.

I think the later part of this book can provide a solution.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 2 =====