Chapter 285: Create First, Then Worship
"Don't think too much. Maybe we're just too old and our bodies can't take it anymore." An elderly voice sighed as they walked past Yin Xiu. "I'm getting weaker and weaker. It's better to leave soon..."
As the two footsteps faded away, Yin Xiu remained standing firmly in the same place.
The keyword "Haicun" instantly reminded Yin Xiu of the information from 408.
The initial sacrifice began in a village by the sea. That was the beginning of everything. The black fog seemed unusual and could allow people to hear something related to it.
Maybe he could learn from it why the town or the copy existed.
The fog grew thicker, and Yin Xiu's vision became pitch black. He stared straight ahead, holding his breath and paying attention to every sound around him.
After a moment of silence, Yin Xiu faintly heard the sound of waves, and even the air became moist and sticky, like the thick mist after the rain lingering around, and even the wind was cold.
This familiar feeling made Yin Xiu almost think that he had returned to the darkness where he was with Li Mo. He could feel the surrounding scene, but could not see anything.
The wet soil, the sound of the waves, the whistling of the wind blowing through the windows, and the overwhelming sense of emptiness clearly constructed a vague scene around Yin Xiu.
But compared to the silence when I was with Li Mo, there was more vitality of human life here.
In the distance, there were people walking around, and the sounds of children laughing and playing. Nearby, there were people fiddling with wooden boards and banging on stones. There were human voices on all sides. The pull of those voices seemed to drag Yin Xiu into the Hai Village many years ago in an instant, and he felt the initial desolation of this place.
The person closest to Yin Xiu sighed, "Our little village is almost ruined. Do you think this method will work?"
"We can't catch any fish every day, but we have to try. Otherwise, what will we eat?"
"What did that person say? First create, then worship. As it appears and grows, the more we need, the more it will give us. Is that right?"
"It seems so. They say it's creation, but what are they going to create? What can appear out of thin air?"
"I don't know. He said that what happens depends entirely on us. That's a bit too weird."
"Let's try it anyway. We don't have a choice."
A group of people were busy working, banging and banging beside Yin Xiu, as if they were building something.
"Just put up this platform, and then go get the last of the food in the village. Whether our village can survive depends on this time." The person who built it seemed very expectant, but there were people muttering in the distance, as if they did not agree with this move.
But after a while, many footsteps came over and gathered in front of Yin Xiu. There were adults and children. Many people's voices sounded weak, powerless, and tired, but they couldn't stop talking about this action.
You can hear several key messages from their mumbling.
The villagers did not agree with this action because it was very dangerous, but they had no way to retreat. Many people had already starved to death, and the only food left was donated by the entire village. If they failed, everyone would have to wait to die.
But there are still children and some pregnant women in the village, so we have to give it a try even for the future.
Some of them were inevitably afraid of the unknown and shouted that they would bring disaster, and then they were taken away. In the end, they still had to go through this ceremony.
Yin Xiu was not sure what their outcome was, because the fog gradually dissipated and the voices of arguing and murmuring gradually faded away, but judging from the current situation, they might have succeeded.
First create, then worship, these two words sound very simple.
But no matter what you create, there will be a price to pay. The more powerful something is, the greater the price to pay.
After the black fog completely dissipated, Yin Xiu's vision became a little brighter. The damp smell was still there, but it was the water vapor coming from the lake. The footsteps and discussions all disappeared with the black fog. Only Yin Xiu was left standing by the lake, and 408 looked at Yin Xiu in confusion.
"You're still alive? I thought you died when the black fog came."
Yin Xiu stared at 408 in silence, "Do you really want me to die?"
408 waved his hands quickly. "That's not the case. I just called you and you didn't respond. It was pitch black all around. I thought you were dead in the fog."
Yin Xiu blinked, realizing a problem. "Can you make a sound in the black fog?"
"Yes." 408 nodded.
Yin Xiu pondered, "It seems... the black fog has no effect on monsters, it's targeting players..."
Then the existence of the black fog is to kill the players and create a convenient condition for offering sacrifices.
"Let's go back first." Yin Xiu looked back at the lake surface which had returned to calm, then turned around and walked back.
He had already heard some information about Haicun from the voice just now.
The people of Hai Village had been driven to desperation by famine. They heard about the existence of the ritual from someone, who then taught them the ritual process.
Then the people of Haicun risked everything to implement it, and it seemed to be successful, and Haicun gradually got better.
It was just that as their greed grew, the things they offered became more and more valuable, until they finally offered people.
But why it got out of control in the end is unknown.
Yin Xiu was lost in thought all the way back. He felt that he was gradually getting closer to the truth about the existence of the copy, but the information was still not enough.
"Brother Xiu! Brother Xiu, you're back! Are you okay?!" As soon as he walked near the square, he heard Zhong Mu's shouting. He ran over eagerly, circled around Yin Xiu, and was very worried.
"Brother Xiu, when you were outside, the black fog came. Everyone thought you didn't have time to hide and was worried that you might get into trouble because you didn't understand the situation. Fortunately, you returned safely."
Facing the very worried Zhong Mu, Yin Xiu nodded, then raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
At the other end of the square, several players from the town were tying up some strangers with ropes and escorting them to their residence. The tied people were cursing but could not resist. The resentful voices echoed throughout the square.
"You weirdos! You're so shameless, relying on your numbers! Not only did you not say anything, you even tied us up! Can we even pass this dungeon?"
"Let us go! You can kill us, but tying us up is just one of your plans!"
"Hey hey! Don't take my props! And don't touch my food! You guys are such a shame!"
The cursing was loud and noisy, and could be heard especially clearly in the quiet town.
Yin Xiu stared at those people as they left, then looked at Zhong Mu, "Who are those people?"
Zhong Mu scratched his head and sighed, "It's the players... the players who came to clear this dungeon."
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