Chapter 272: White Orchid Rain Festival (Fifty-Five)
The routine sacrifices here are not arranged in a corner of Bailan City like in the real world, but in the High Priest's Mansion. Because of the routine sacrifices, Nan Huan, Bei Xi and his party are finally able to get a glimpse of the central area of the High Priest's Mansion, which they have never seen in the real copy.
"So, in the real copy, in a place that we can't access, there might be such a large altar hidden?"
Although everyone was mentally prepared before coming in, President Alice still raised questions when she saw the scene in front of her. After all, she couldn't imagine what the high priest who had been hiding in the real copy was planning.
“There is a great possibility.”
They were at the very end of the crowd. Bei Xi habitually scanned the entire space, trying to find potential threats. After all, as soon as she entered the High Priest's Mansion, she noticed that the residents of Bailan City, who had originally had no reaction, seemed to have briefly regained their sanity, but not much. In particular, they all showed expressions of fear and worry on their faces, but no one had the courage to leave the yard.
"But there's something wrong with these people..."
President Barbie, President Pink and President Workingmen did not relax their vigilance because of this special side quest. Instead, they kept paying attention to their surroundings.
"It's like the calm before the storm, pregnant with a riot..." President Barbie frowned, feeling that something was wrong here.
On the contrary, Nan Huan hasn't spoken a word since she came in. She has been looking in the direction of the altar, as if something has captured her attention.
"In the direction of the altar, I can feel the breath of the Dragon God, very faint..." Nan Huan stared for a long time and suddenly spoke. She actually wanted to take a closer look, but before she could go forward, she was stopped by Bei Xi.
"Someone is here, someone we know."
These few sentences contained a lot of information, and the remaining few people were unable to react. However, after the person on the altar appeared, the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down and knelt on the ground in unison.
Those people moved so fast as if they were wound up that Nan Huan and the others had no time to react. However, because of this movement, their vision became clearer, and they finally saw the woman in black robes on the altar.
"So she is..."
President Alice's memory was not bad, and she could tell the man's identity from the vague outline. Although she had guessed it before, she still couldn't believe it when the clear fact was laid out before her.
"Man Wugui, the boss hiding behind the tour group, the investor of Perfect Company, and the director of Shuimu Private High School," Nan Huan solemnly introduced the other party's identity. "Almost every game copy I entered with a faith totem fragment had her shadow, and she was also the most loyal believer of the evil god."
The remaining few presidents also reacted quickly. When Nan Huan spoke, they were already on guard and surrounded the eldest lady and the first president in the center. After all, they knew very well in their hearts that the eldest lady and the first president were obviously the key to this mission, or this copy, or even the entire game. It was not a coincidence that the eldest lady was able to get those faith totem fragments. Man Wugui once carried the black air of the evil god's mark before he was born, and almost killed the eldest lady. It was not just revenge.
There were so many people at the scene, but as the sky suddenly darkened, it became extremely quiet. There was some invisible rope between the two sides, and it seemed that a smile could cause the war to break out immediately.
Nan Huan was also aware of this atmosphere, but her attention quickly shifted away from Man Wugui, because she could feel that his presence made the aura of the Dragon God on the altar a little more obvious, but apart from Man Wugui, Nan Huan still saw nothing.
"It's an honor," Man Wugui on the altar was the first to speak under such circumstances. She had a malicious smile on her face, but her eyes were always on Nan Huan. "It's been a long time since we had guests here, let alone guests who came from far away."
The last time he saw her, she was trying to take his life. Nan Huan would never believe that she would suddenly change her personality.
"I won't ask you how it feels to have someone break into your base camp," Nan Huan did not miss the opportunity to talk to the other party, "After all, I feel pretty good."
She deliberately gave the other party a smug smile, as if she was deliberately provoking him. The remaining presidents were all sweating. After all, from the eldest lady's description, the other party's ability was unfathomable. They were not sure, so they didn't quite understand why the eldest lady chose to provoke the other party at this time.
Man Wugui did not answer immediately, but the flash of anger on her face revealed that she was indeed worried about Nan Huan and Bei Xi's presence here. However, her expression quickly returned to normal, and she put on a poker face, "You will never have another chance to get out of here. I welcome your suicidal behavior."
There was a look of determination on her face as she spoke the most vicious words. She seemed to realize that such harsh words could not change any of the current facts, so she chose not to give Nan Huan another chance to answer, but turned her gaze towards the people kneeling on the ground.
"Since we have guests here, we must entertain them well. So who will be the Evil God's sacrifice today?"
As she spoke, she snapped her fingers, and the controlled residents stood up one by one. After hearing this question, most of them instinctively stepped back, as if this was a particularly tricky question, but in the end one person was pushed out from the crowd.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if Man Wugui made a special arrangement for their arrival, because the person who was pushed out was the boss that Nan Huan had tried to question before.
Because she was chosen, that person's face had become extremely pale and ugly, but some irresistible force made her hold a pot of white jasmine and slowly walk up to the altar.
"What does she want to do? I thought she would just do it?"
President Alice breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't dare to relax too much, so she had to ask the eldest lady for advice, "After all, we are all here. Isn't she afraid that we might do something? And why is this sacrifice still being held at this time?"
She had never forgotten the mission for which they came here, so she didn't quite understand how all this was related to their mission.
"She wanted to do it directly, but she couldn't," Nan Huan said while feeling the aura of the Dragon God on the altar. She found that the aura did not weaken because of Man Wugui's appearance. Instead, it gradually became stronger because of the start of the sacrifice. She had a bad feeling in her heart, "I don't know now whether it is due to the limitation of the system task or some kind of restriction in the base camp of the evil god, but Man Wugui's behavior just now has fully demonstrated that she wants to trap us here. It is not feasible to kill us by herself. The same is true for the sacrifice. It should be a must. What's more, because of the start of the sacrifice, I can feel the aura of the Dragon God on the altar is beginning to strengthen."
"We need to make the people of Bailan City believe in the Dragon God again. We must first find him, and the altar is the only clue. But we must also remain vigilant. Although Man Wugui cannot kill us directly, it does not mean that other methods are not possible, or that there should be other rules here. Everyone should be vigilant."
Bei Xi completed what Nan Huan had not said. Strangely, she also tried to sense the consciousness on the altar, but she didn't feel anything. The fact that only Nan Huan could sense the presence of the Dragon God made her feel a little uneasy.
In this situation, no one can be careless. Everyone's eyes are focused on the altar, that is, the boss who came on stage holding the white orchid.
He was obviously very scared, but he had to do it because he was in a great fear and all his movements were trembling. He walked straight to Man Wugui and knelt down.
"Wherever the evil god is, Brande will help you. The evil god is merciful, and faith will last forever..."
He recited the sacrificial words haltingly, and black gas slowly emerged in the air. Because he felt some kind of power, the sacrificial words became more and more fluent. The weather changed in an instant, and a strong wind blew up. The people under the altar knelt down and began to recite the sacrificial words piously.
Apart from Nanhuan and the others, the scene looked like a place where a cult was spreading.
"Something is coming..."
The strong wind made it almost impossible for people to open their eyes, but Bei Xi's vision seemed to be unobstructed. He saw something in the darkness rushing towards the altar.
It was a shadow composed of black gas, which occasionally turned into a dragon shape, but only in a short moment, it returned to the shape of a ball of black gas. It seemed that because of the birth of sacrificial words and faith, it rushed directly to the altar.
In other words, the other party was heading towards the pot of pure white jasmine.
In that instant, Nan Huan saw a faint red figure appear on the altar, blocking the white orchid. However, because its power was too weak, or it was just a phantom from beginning to end, it could not block the black air at all, and the entire white orchid was swallowed up in the black air.
At the same time, after entering this mission, it was like a talisman that had crashed and no longer responded. Suddenly, at this moment, it slammed into Beixi's control panel, but this time it did not want to leave here. It was more like a stress response that felt some kind of danger. As the white orchid was swallowed up, it returned to the downtime state.
Without warning, muffled thunder sounded in the air. Lightning flashed in the distance. The faint red shadow on the altar had disappeared. A ball of black gas instantly turned into a dragon shape, hovering in the air and wandering back and forth.
The boss's face on the altar illuminated by lightning showed an expression of extreme fear. At the same time, the people under the altar rushed towards him like crazy.
In an instant, heavy rain fell.
Nan Huan wanted to go closer to the altar to look for the figure of the Dragon God. The remaining presidents instinctively wanted to stop this behavior of cannibalism, but before anyone could move, they were pulled back under the eaves by Bei Xi.
“There’s something wrong with this rain.”
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