"There are more and more cults these days."
"Yeah, I just busted a cult last week. I really don't understand these people. Believing in the God of Hell is better than believing in a cult. But those spiritual bullets that came down from the hair are really useful. We ordinary people can use them."
Several police officers were discussing the recent increase in cults in Country Z. They were suddenly very busy, often collaborating with Xuanmen disciples and demons. This made them feel very complicated. Collaborating with Xuanmen was not their first time, but collaborating with demons... this experience was indeed new.
Before they started working together, they had a lot of suspicions about the demon race. But after getting to know them... they discovered that, aside from being stronger than them, the demons weren't much different. And perhaps because of their unique living environment, their thinking was relatively single-minded.
However, what made them most happy was the government's new research and development results. After collaborating with metaphysical masters, the scientists there had developed spiritual bullets. Combined with the defensive magic tools they usually carried, they were now able to fight against those cult members.
Perhaps because they feel the work has become harder, their wages have also increased.
Although they feel that society has changed rapidly in the past few years, they are still full of hope for the future because they have adapted well.
While they were discussing this matter, several of their colleagues came out of the interrogation room with serious expressions on their faces.
"What happened? They're refusing to tell us?" a police officer asked. "If they still refuse to tell us, we can apply to our superiors for a trial of the Nirvana Mirror."
The Evil Mirror Table was really useful, but there were a lot of applicants. They heard that the Underworld was currently researching how to create more Evil Mirror Tables.
"They are dead." The three policemen in charge of the interrogation had sullen faces.
The other police officers opened their eyes wide in shock, "How did they do that?"
Before they went in, their belongings were searched. There were no tools in the interrogation room that they could use to commit suicide. The police were very careful in this regard.
"They died suddenly. Before they died, they shouted, 'For the Demon Lord.'"
Cults have appeared in China before, and some have even fled abroad. When the underworld appeared, the Xuanmen in Country Z was very powerful, and in order to show goodwill to them, foreign governments took the initiative to arrest those cult leaders and transfer them back to their own countries.
I didn't expect a new cult to appear now. The demon king they believe in doesn't sound like a good person, and seems very dangerous.
"We must report this to the higher-ups!"
This is no longer something they can handle.
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"A cult?"
Shi Miao rubbed his temples. He wasn't surprised by this. During this period of spiritual energy revival, there would likely be more and more cults.
She read the report sent by Minister Geng and put it on the table.
What concerned her was that this time the matter involved Ji Jingyao.
For the Demon Lord?
This was truly ridiculous. The real Demon Lord was right beside her, practicing the techniques of the Guangming Sect.
She looked at Ji Jingyao and said, "Let's go and take a look together."
Ji Jingyao nodded and said, "Indeed, there are some inexplicable beliefs that come to my side." He is not following the path of faith, and he does not need those beliefs.
Shi Miao said: "Because you, the Demon Lord, are just reincarnated, not completely dead."
The two went to the police station where the suicide case occurred.
Shi Miao did some divination and frowned, "Their souls have all been burned out."
Most cultists believe in cults for the sake of afterlife, but these people just sacrifice their souls without any hesitation.
Shi Miao wondered if they had been deceived too?
Of course, she had no good feelings towards the cult members. These people were so devoted to their religion that they ignored all relatives. According to the investigation report, some even sacrificed their own children.
"Go check out their base camp."
Shi Miao and Ji Jingyao had already learned about the cult's headquarters from the police, and they quickly arrived there. The police had already searched the area thoroughly, but there were still some who had slipped through the net.
Shi Miao sensed the subtle demonic energy.
Ji Jingyao, the former Demon Lord, was more sensitive than her in this regard. He came to a black table, grabbed the air with his hand, and a human figure carved out of black stone slowly emerged on the table.
The man sat on a bone seat, holding a long sword in his hand.
Ji Jingyao had no expression on his face. "He's my great protector."
Shi Miao nodded and looked at the stone statue thoughtfully, "It seems that he intends to become the new Demon Lord."
The stone statue is shrouded in a faint black mist, which changes into various shapes from time to time, as if it can arouse the deepest desires in people's hearts.
The black flames burned the black stone statue to ashes. Ji Jingyao could sense that the stone statue was involved in countless causes and effects.
A short, cold snort escaped his thin lips.
As the real Demon Lord, it was easy for him to take back the authority that belonged to him.
When the spiritual consciousness touched those causes and effects, the voices of countless cultists came.
He frowned slightly, and those dark and bloody desires made him want to humanely destroy all those cultists.
He suppressed his nameless anger and asked Shi Miao, "What do you want the cultists to do?"
Shi Miao could guess something from his actions. She tilted her head and said, "If they are too idle, let them go square dancing. After all, it can keep them healthy."
"Okay." Ji Jingyao said.
At the same time, the Demon Lord's oracle echoed in the hearts of cultists across the country, "Propagate my will."
The voice was cold and majestic, making them want to crawl to their knees on the ground.
They did kneel down, moved to tears.
They finally heard the oracle. Their devotion must have moved the Demon Lord. At this moment, even if the Demon Lord told them to die, they would do it without hesitation.
"From now on, all church activities will be cancelled and replaced with square dancing."
Square dancing?
The cultists looked up blankly at a certain spot in the air - were they hallucinating? Otherwise, how could they hear the Demon Lord asking them to square dance?
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