Chapter 89 Yin Peach Blossom (19) "Wait, what kind of ritual is this...?"
The woman draped in white cloth flashed by, but his memory seemed to be taking him to deeper, more distant places. Xie Tan suddenly stopped, realizing with a start that he had been recalling too much today.
Normally, he wouldn't even bother to say "there's nothing to say," and would simply ignore Su He's words. But unusually, he followed the memories along the way, as if it were a subconscious behavior after being given a suggestion.
It's fog, and this fog is the problem.
Su He did it on purpose.
They've been guiding him since they started helping Xia Wujin find his mother, all to probe his memories?
Once the fog that had been trying to pry into his mind was discovered, it stopped pretending and charged in headlong, wanting to see what the memory that had just abruptly stopped was.
Xie Tan's face was gloomy as he endured the pain in his head and tried to think about the future, especially about sudden death and the system.
He wanted to see if the system's existence would be discovered. If the system didn't help him, then they'd all be finished.
Cat number 7 didn't disappoint him; it appeared right in front of him, staring at him with its big eyes and meowing in a low voice.
Xie Tan's vision seemed to be fixed by the little leopard. In his throbbing mind, the noise and chaos slowly receded, leaving only the fluffy cat and its sweet meows.
He calmed down.
But when all thoughts subsided, he still coughed uncomfortably, and upon looking down, he saw blood in his palm.
The dense fog around them froze for a moment, and even Su He, who was watching coldly, was stunned. The human face on the centipede's back was filled with undisguised astonishment.
The tentacles crawling under the fog suddenly struck, seizing an opening, wrapping around Xie Tan, dragging him into a hidden, narrow passage, and taking him away.
The centipede with the human face quickly caught up, but while Su He had the reaction speed, his physical strength was not. The centipede was sucked out and lost its life force once it wrapped around the tentacles.
Meanwhile, Su He herself, who was not in the tomb, was still in a daze.
He took advantage of the fog to slip in, loosening Xie Tan's spirit, and then used other secret methods to probe his memories, but only found a blank.
It wasn't that the kid had no memory; Su He could sense his subtle emotions through the mist, and Xie Tan was definitely recalling something.
Moreover, the thought shifted midway through. It was as if he was thinking of one person and then another, first feeling numb and indifferent, then somewhat dazed and depressed, but just as it started, Xie Tan suddenly stopped himself.
The little devil coughed up blood in the silent struggle, desperately holding onto the existence of someone.
Su He lowered his eyes. He thought he knew who it was.
That brat...
He savored the various feelings Xie Tan had just experienced. Although there hadn't been a single moment of sadness, it felt as if sadness permeated everything.
No wonder Xie Tan entered his dream as soon as the female ghost on Observation Two started singing.
Su He raised his head again, his eyes filled with cold killing intent. He had to bring that brat back; that tomb was full of scum and evil spirits.
They dared to snatch someone from him.
"You stay here. We'll take action when Xia Changfeng returns."
"Yes." The subordinate was surprised. "Boss, are you going out?"
At this point? That old man Xia Yuanchuan is almost on his deathbed. If he doesn't possess his eldest son soon, this mission will be a disaster, and he won't be able to explain it to the family head!
His boss ignored him and disappeared in a flash, leaving him shouting in vain, "What if Xia Changfeng doesn't come? Boss, boss!"
At this crucial moment when we've got him cornered, what's the rush, boss? Has the child been abducted?
Xie Tan awoke again, fixed to a huge round stone carving. The uneven carving made him uncomfortable, but he endured it, without frowning or opening his eyes.
There was a commotion below; he must have been at a higher position.
"Ha, does your religion even know what it means to earn your own living? I think you're the ones who can't live without the Black Goat the most, aren't you?" A young man's voice clenched his teeth.
Master Yun Song remained calm and unmoved: "Your family is full of unrealistic ambitions. You use the power of the Sun God, yet you are heartless and fearless. This is no different from blasphemy. Do you still have the face to clamor under the solar calendar?"
"Only those who are heartless and fearless dare to call themselves His followers. What, do you believe in Apollo or the Virgin Mary?" the young man mocked. "The Black Goat's direct descendants don't rely on bloodlines, but only on who the Sun God chooses. We are His chosen people. Is there anyone more qualified than us to use His power?"
"What are they for? For spying? Don't insult the name of the gods."
The young man was not provoked and calmly said, "Disasters are always raging in the world, and evil spirits run rampant, causing chaos. Only with the assistance of an eye that can see through everything can we control the situation, manage them, and maintain order. This is not only for the Black Goat. Living among ghosts, don't you ever feel that everything is heading towards collapse?"
"Listen to your own words! You say you're not replacing God? Do you want to replace God?"
The young man wanted to retort for a moment, but held back and said, "So high and mighty, what are you doing now?"
"For what you said, but that's beyond human capabilities. We will do everything in our power to summon the gods back. All those who arrogantly seize His power will be returned to His embrace. When that day comes, when the black sun descends upon the sky once more, even chaos itself will have to submit to His power..."
"Mad, stupid! They eat scraps that fall from the black goat's mouth every day, and they've never even seen what the first sun looks like... That's the end of the world! It will only make everything more chaotic. We can use its power, but we absolutely cannot let it come again!"
Xie Tan speculated that the person who was arguing with Master Yun Song was Observation Twelve.
He's currently unavailable, but his telepathic system cat is acting as a silent relay, invisible to everyone else. He roughly knows what's going on.
This is the center of the tomb, and he was tied to the highest sunstone.
Surrounding him knelt a circle of crazed cultists, each clutching an obsidian knife as if ready to sacrifice themselves at any moment.
It was another sacrifice, and he was still the same high priest.
Xie Tan was numb; being kidnapped felt like going home. He was practically a classic hostage in the new series.
As expected, the more capable people there are, the higher the probability of him being caught. Did the cult discover some loophole, so they killed him directly?
On the surface, this place is another site where Xia Wujin possesses another body, but in reality, it is also a place where the religious order makes sacrifices to contribute to the Dharma assembly.
Master Yun Song presided over the sacrificial ceremony. He first entered the tomb and feigned death to lure everyone in. Then, he secretly attacked and helped Xi Rui subdue the Twelve Observers, binding them to the accompanying sacrificial offerings.
This marks the end of physical conflict and the beginning of a clash of ideologies.
What about Xi Rui?
Then a strolling person exclaimed, "Don't glare at me! I only arrested you in retaliation. My colleague is short of offerings, so I also want to thank you. The cult arrested a few observers, and the power of the recovery is far greater than usual. As a result, the Dharma assembly was brought forward. After this busy period, there will be less work to do."
Xi Ruiyou said, "Besides, I also feel there are too many ghosts. Is this still the human world? If we don't control them... how can people survive?"
After saying that, he happened to stroll to the foot of the Sunstone.
Tsk, what a bastard.
However, with Xi Rui around, Xia Wujin should be fine.
Xie Tan opened his eyes and looked down. About ten meters below, Xi Rui winked at him and smiled: "My friend, what do you think? Whom do you agree with?"
The strange chanting of the believers surged towards Xie Tan like a tide, and something in the air was changing—becoming viscous, chaotic, and slowly heating up.
Xie Tan looked down at them indifferently from his high vantage point, watching the cultists use obsidian knives to rip open their own hearts.
Human sacrifice is an unavoidable topic when discussing the Aztecs.
Outside the tomb, the sounds of monsters scratching and howling could be heard as they approached.
They were attracted by his pheromones.
So that's why he was chosen as the chief priest? Are these monsters fuel?
Xi Rui stepped back: "Master Yun Song, don't let your hand shake. The solar power used to ignite the sacrificial ceremony must be exactly the right amount."
“Of course.” Master Yun Song picked up a shard of mirror and walked toward the Sun Calendar Stone, as if he were on a pilgrimage.
The solar energy used in different ceremonies is different, just like chemical proportions. A slight difference can lead to a huge error. The mirror fragments used are all strictly measured.
Master Yun Song used a talisman to ignite the mirror fragments and threw them at the Sun Calendar Stone. As soon as the black flames touched the stone, they immediately circled around the carved lines and continued to expand, but only burned modestly in the outer third of the circle.
Just then, Xi Rui moved his hand hidden in his sleeve, and the two cultists controlling Observation Twelve were as if they had been electrocuted. Observation Twelve seized the opportunity and immediately broke free, and Xi Rui quickly caught up.
Just then, a strong gust of wind swept in from outside the passage, severing the rings securing Xie Tan, and the boy plummeted straight down.
Su He didn't even glance at the others, heading straight for the Sun Calendar Stone and leaping over it.
Master Yun Song snorted coldly, and suddenly flower-like tentacles burst open from behind the Sun Calendar Stone, binding Xie Tan back to the stone plate even more securely.
The time to change your birth chart is right here!
Xie Tan's back slammed against the stone slab, making him dizzy. A soft, feminine voice whispered in his ear, smiling, "What's your name?"
In a daze, he turned around and saw a woman in a red wedding dress sitting on the stone wall, with countless tentacles emerging from her red veil and wrapping around his body.
The dense suckers on the back of the tentacles were all eyes, curving together and winking at him with a smile.
"You didn't tell me last time, but you know your birth chart was matched at the temple, right? So I should call you..." Another Xia Wujin, seemingly the female ghost of Observation Seven, said with affection, more like teasing a child, "Husband?"
The black flames on the Sunstone paused for a moment, then suddenly intensified, burning through every carved groove in an instant and swallowing the stone disc, like a black sun being painted on it.
The slowly flowing ritual incantation collapsed with a roar, flames spread out and grabbed at all living beings, humans and ghosts alike, only able to wail in the darkness.
Black smoke rose from the tomb.
"Jinzhao?" Chang Mingai grabbed him nervously. "You're going to...Jinzhao?"
Lu Jinzhao remained expressionless.
Chang Mingai was startled and almost let go, but when she looked at the scene she saw through the glasses—the black smoke from the Dharma assembly being collected in the sky, slowly flowing into his body—she gripped his hand tightly again.
The words of the trash cult leader still echoed in my ears: "Wasn't I clear enough? Why don't you see for yourself? Are your friends 'filters'?"
"The power we've been recovering recently is all returning to God's embrace through him. If you don't want him to die, just take him to the grave, don't let him go inside. Otherwise, it won't be like a matchstick flying into a gasoline drum, it'll be like gasoline itself spilling onto a fire scene..."
That's why Chang Mingai made an excuse to lure Lu Jinzhao away. She absolutely couldn't let him in. But just then, the talisman in her sleeve burned her. It was the one she left on Xi Rui... Something happened to Xi Rui!
Wait, at this time? She suddenly looked at the unclaimed grave in the distance.
Lu Jinzhao easily broke free from her, took a few steps through the maze set up in the jungle, and jumped into the tomb.
Chang Mingai snapped out of her daze and chased after him, but Lu Jinzhao was too fast. She gritted her teeth and called his name. When he turned around, the pointer in her eyes spun as she opened them again. She entered the center before Lu Jinzhao: "You can't go in...!"
Thump—
A deep, heavy bell rang out, instantly deafening everyone who was trying to save themselves in the out-of-control inferno, as if their blood vessels were about to burst.
Confused and bewildered, they looked up in alarm.
Yun Song trembled as he said, "Wait...wait, this isn't a sacrificial ceremony, what kind of ceremony is this!"
On the stone disc, now blackened by the flames, the phantom images of two pointers appeared, reversing counterclockwise, each tick like a crushing blow to their hearts.
Their breaths were taken away, as if they were being pressed down by something heavy, and even their thoughts gradually froze.
All they could see was the boy, bound to the center of the "dial," still with that indifferent face, being swallowed by the black sunstone as the hands moved backward.
When Xie Tan woke up again, the place around him had changed drastically and was now completely empty.
There was only one little girl in front of us, who looked about six or seven years old.
She looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared with curiosity, not afraid at all: "Wow... are you my fairy godmother?"
Xie Tan: "?"
What is it?
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