Chapter 8 Demonic Ritual

Lu Yao observed that the forest tribe had no belief in gods, no temples, and no totem-like symbols.

The shaman does not show dependence on gods like a prophet. He is more like an experienced elder who guides the entire tribe based on the experience accumulated by his ancestors.

This is a good thing for Lu Yao.

If the forest tribes also believe in a certain god, there is a high probability that there will be a conflict of faith, and a war may even break out between the tribes.

Now there is a wider road between the Garlic Tribe and the Forest Tribe. Houses have been built on both sides of the road, including huts for the Garlic Tribe and tree houses for the Forest Tribe. The two tribes have become closer.

Lu Yao was waiting for the complete integration of the two tribes.

Suddenly, he heard a faint ringing of a cell phone.

The ringing sound lasted for more than twenty seconds, then rang again, over and over again.

The sound came from outside.

Lu Yao lived in an old residential area. His building was on the outside, next to a semi-enclosed alley. The alley was usually used for parking, and many cars were covered with dust.

There are not many people in that alley during the day, and it is even quieter at night.

Lu Yao walked to the window and looked out.

There is only one cement street lamp in the parking alley. The dim light can only illuminate an area under the lamppost, while the rest of the place is pitch black.

Lu Yao saw something swaying left and right under the light, as if something was hanging on the lamppost.

He felt something was wrong.

The street lamp was about 20 meters away from the window sill, so he could see roughly what was going on. Lu Yao observed carefully and found that there was a person hanging on the cement street lamp pole with a rope.

It was already night, and there was no sound on the street, but the ringing of cell phones was particularly clear in the alley.

Lu Yao immediately dialed 110.

"Hello, police officer? I'm at the dormitory of the motorcycle factory in Jiuyuan Community. There's a man hanging by a rope in the alley outside. Please come over here quickly."

The police asked about the address and situation in detail and told him not to act rashly as they would be there immediately.

Putting down the phone, Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of thing should be handled by professional police.

The dormant cactus follower jumped onto the windowsill. It faced the man in the alley, its spikes tensed, as if it was on high alert.

"What? What did you find?" Lu Yao subconsciously looked at the little thing.

The cactus follower nodded.

Lu Yao sighed: "It's a pity that you can't speak. It would be better if you could speak."

"Great God Yao, if you say you can speak, then your humble servant can speak."

The cactus servant knelt on the ground, and a voice with a strange accent came from its green body.

It's hard to tell whether the voice is male or female.

Lu Yao was surprised: "Can you speak?"

"Your humble servant can speak only if you allow him to speak." The cactus attendant said, "Otherwise, your humble servant cannot make his own voice."

Lu Yao changed his mind and realized that since the pixel world and the real world had broken through the barriers, it would be no problem for the cactus to be able to speak.

He asked, "What did you find about the man who was hung?"

"My Lord God, that is a demonic ritual."

The cactus said respectfully: "Demons gain faith through cruel and extreme rituals, and use fear and ignorance to deceive and manipulate believers."

demon?

Lu Yao's expression changed slightly.

"What is the difference between demons and gods?"

"My Lord God, the devil is the evil god of heresy."

Lu Yao understood.

The devil... in other words, another god player. In addition to himself, there are others who are also using "God Simulator" to obtain sacrifices.

He immediately remembered what Sister Peng said, that there was a pervert in Jiuyuan Community who would strip people and hang them up.

Lu Yao secretly warned himself that he needed to be more cautious and not let anyone discover the simulator on his computer. Once the demon players knew about it, they would definitely snatch his magic props and attack him - then it would no longer be a game.

He found a small flower pot and told the cactus follower: "Without my permission, you can't move or talk. You are the cactus. Stay here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord God." The cactus follower bowed.

In the parking alley, the cell phone ringtones kept repeating, as if calling for help.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Yao looked at the man hanging under the lamppost again. He seemed tired, no longer shaking and struggling, and his physical features became much clearer.

Under the light, the person was wearing a black bra, and should be a woman. She was also a little dirty, and there seemed to be a lot of blood on her skin.

Lu Yao remembered that he had a telescope at home. With the help of the telescope, his vision became clearer.

He actually knew the person under the lamppost. The victim was a hairdresser who worked at a barbershop called Model Haircut across from the community. Her work name was Lisa, and her real name was unknown.

Since the price of the haircut at the Bangyang Hair Salon was very affordable, at 15 yuan for a set of haircut, Lu Yao often went there to get his hair cut, so he had some impression of Lisa.

She had dyed her hair light blonde, was probably in her early twenties, spoke softly, didn't talk too much or make awkward conversation, and wasn't annoying.

After Lisa was rescued by the police, she was terrified. She didn't say a word and wrapped herself in a coat given to her by the police, looking a little dazed.

There were many strange symbols smeared on her body with blood. Those symbols looked like some kind of deformed Arabic numerals, which were connected to each other and like some kind of chains, wrapping her body layer by layer.

The police cordoned off the scene and went to Lu Yao's home to take his statement.

He told the truth about what he had witnessed, only concealing the parts about the simulator and the demonic ritual.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when the police finished the rescue and record-taking.

Lu Yao didn't feel sleepy at all with the [Energy Wand] in his hand, so staying up late was not a problem at all.

He looked at the cactus in the flowerpot on the table: "Have you been to our world before?"

"This is the first time that your humble servant has come to your divine world. I was given life by the Lord of the Forest, but the divine world where the Lord of the Forest lives seems to be different from yours. There is water everywhere... I am too insignificant to understand what the divine world is like."

"What does the forest god look like?"

"You can't look directly at it. Just like you, the great god, I can't describe the appearance of a great being like you. I can only vaguely see some shadows of the gods."

Lu Yao pried some information out of the cactus.

The cactus has no name. It is one of the many cactus followers created by the God of the Forest. It has been doing odd jobs in the temple all its life. The God of the Forest created the cactus followers in his world, sent their gifts into the pixel world, and never recalled them.

It only knew that the temple was gradually falling into disrepair, which meant the death of the forest god. Finally, the cactus was buried underground with the collapse of the temple, and was dug out many years later by the people of the forest tribe when they were looking for mushrooms and berries.

However, only gods can drive the cactus. Pixel life cannot restore the cactus to its true form. It can only feel that it is different from other plants.

"Since you are a relic left by the God of the Forest, your name is..."

Lu Yao pointed at the cactus's forehead and said, "Little Fire."

(End of this chapter)