Edge of Pure Land Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Who are you offering sacrifices to?

Late at night, the Banyue Manor at No. 13 Donghai Road is brightly lit.

This is a top-notch mansion nestled between mountains and the sea. It has a history of more than a hundred years and covers an area of ​​more than 4,000 square meters. Looking to the east are rugged rocks and the turbulent sea, while to the west are It is a lush mountain forest with sufficient oxygen content.

The early builder was a businessman who had settled overseas all year round. He ranked high on the Hurun Rich List, but he had never come back to live even once for many years. Later, it changed owners many times, but we don't know who the real owner is.

Even reporters couldn't find any clues.

Later on, this historic manor was gradually forgotten by people. Even in urban planning, officials would ignore it intentionally or unintentionally.

 It is clearly right next to the coastline and is an excellent check-in spot for internet celebrities.

 But for so many years, it has never been photographed even once.

At four o'clock in the morning, black Mercedes-Benz parked at the entrance of the manor. Members of the Tower of Babel got out of the car. They opened the lid of the trunk and dragged down the heavy body bags. This took two hours. It is definitely not appropriate for the companion who died at Linhai North Railway Station to stay outside in such an open and honest manner. He must be brought back for centralized processing.

 “What a pity, I couldn't catch anyone tonight.”

Gao Muli put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If there is any news, you can inform me. Anyway, this city is now under our control, and those people can't fly. As long as we can catch those in the naval area, we can There's just one more bargaining chip.”

 He looked at this huge manor.

 “Aaron, let's go.”

“Ban Yue Manor, I didn't expect there to be such a place near the sea. This place must be hidden. If it weren't for sensing the location of the dark matter, we really wouldn't be able to find this place.”

 Of course it's not possible now.

This is also thanks to the good daughter's top-notch makeup skills and the artificial human skin she carries with her. As long as she takes a look at it, she can imitate the makeup.

 Before leaving, he gave me a disdainful look.

Aaron's eyes softened as he felt the strong breathing and heartbeat ringing in the coffin, as well as the murderous intention that had not yet been eliminated.

 So after he finished eating the roasted lamb leg and sauced pork knuckle, he followed the dark matter's convoy, quietly killed a supervisor, and successfully sneaked in.

 And he uses his secret blood to wreak havoc around him.

Originally, Qiangwei did not agree with him sneaking in. After all, it was too dangerous.

Only one person seemed out of place here, looking left and right like a husky that strayed into a pack of wolves, not knowing where he was going.

 But he couldn't help but resist his insistence.

The subordinates lowered their heads and said, "Sorry, we couldn't find it! When we arrived at the scene, most of our people were almost dead. Only Director Charles was seriously injured and managed to escape. There were not many traces of fighting at the scene. It's obvious that the opponent has overwhelming fighting power. The most important thing is that we didn't even see the opponent's people!”

 After saying that, he turned and left.

He paused: "The ceremony is about to begin, and I have to wake up the sleeping seniors. They can't wait to be reborn."

In any case, Qiangwei couldn't stop him.

 The seriously injured Director Charles was lying on a stretcher. He seemed to be frightened by something and was unconscious. He was still talking nonsense in his mouth and couldn't hear clearly at all.

 Not to say exactly the same, at least there are seven images.

 You can only choose the lesser of two evils.

"This is a senior officer of the Linhai District, with the rank of major. What is this deer? I remember there was such a person, but I forgot his specific name."

Raul said to him: "The ceremony is about to begin."

 “You go and get rid of the body!”

"Aaron, Raul, we are really old acquaintances... They pretended to be quite similar in the Stellar Technology Building at that time." Lu Buer speculated on the opponent's strength, which was probably at the peak level of the fourth perfect world, and wanted to remain silent Beheading was impossible, he had to go all out.

“Sure enough, waste is waste!”

 “Where's the coffin?”

 Subordinates immediately said yes.

 Hand in directly from the main entrance.

 Aaron changed the topic and his eyes became cold.

Lu Fuji felt that he was already keeping a low profile. If he were in the fourth perfect world now, he would probably let the God of War rise up.

 Or just make him a human skin mask.

The subordinates immediately carried the iron coffin out of the trunk and said respectfully: "Of course it's still there. You can feel it for yourself."

Aaron said angrily: "Didn't they find him?"

 I was a little hesitant for a moment.

At this moment, Lu Fuji was disguised as a supervisor from the Law Enforcement Bureau, lowering the sun hat on his head, and wearing a simulated human skin mask on his face. Coupled with the concealment effect of the hidden blood, there was no one at all. I found that he was a stranger.

 Either let him go in with his face on his face.

  Rose has no choice.

 The subordinates seemed to have been granted amnesty.

Raul shook his head, his eyes filled with anger.

 Aaron glanced down at his tablet. What was displayed on the screen was a white-haired boy wearing a white sweater, carrying a gold coffin.

 Aaron turned around and made a gesture.

He shook his head: "Forget it, I don't blame you. Although I don't want to admit it, this guy's talent is at a historical level, and he still masters the truth-level white ghost technique. If he can be defeated so easily, then he It's not a genius anymore.”

 He is here to take revenge and cause trouble.

 Let's get some key information by the way.

But don't know where to start.

The supervisors carried the body of the deceased to the back mountain. Before leaving, they called him: "Hey, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and carry the body. Are you waiting to be scolded?"

Lu Fuji curled his lips, turned around and followed the team carrying the stretcher, and casually put the glass bottle containing the eggs of the face-eating insect into the mouths of the corpses. This was of course a preparation in advance for the purpose of causing destruction. It's like playing a prank when you were a kid.

 Very exciting.

 He is here to cause trouble anyway.

Of course the water should be muddied as much as possible.

 Of course, the next step is to learn more about this mysterious manor.

 Look at what the people at the Tower of Babel wanted to do.

"No, following the supervision of these law enforcement bureaus, I can only do hard work here. If you want to find out what those creation tribes want to do, you have to change your identity." Lu Buer deliberately slowed down and left by the lake. team, then closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath to maximize the perception of the God Seed. Countless beating dark matter seemed to appear in the silent night. The strong ones were as deafening as war drums, while the weak ones were as insignificant as the chirping of insects. Smell, it can be described as a mixed bag.

At exactly this moment, a white-haired young man in a suit walked towards the corner of the tree, as if he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he could not feel any dark matter fluctuations in his body.

 This may be a possessor of the White Walkers!

Lu Fuji stared at him and walked straight towards him. As soon as he got close, he smelled the faint smell of perfume. It was obvious that this was a killer trained by the Tower of Babel.

"what are you doing here?"

The white-haired young man in a suit and tie was holding a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to be fumbling for a lighter. When he saw the other party approaching, he looked a little unhappy: "Why don't you go transport the body quickly?"

 Heresists also have chains of contempt.

Now that Long Ling has become a god, the heretics in the Tower of Babel have also become members of the Creation Race, while the descendants of the Brotherhood who were forced to join are part-time investors.

The most typical person who has surrendered in the past two and a half months is Director Charles. He can only transplant part of the dark matter at most, and he is not qualified to practice ghost magic at all. Naturally, he belongs to the bottom of the contempt chain. He can only use Come be cannon fodder. “Light a fire for you.”

Lu Fuji took out an old-fashioned kerosene lighter from his pocket.

The white-haired young man in a suit and leather tie was about to reach out, but saw a flash of blue lightning in front of his eyes, and a sharp knife struck him on the back of the neck.

 Click.

 The white-haired young man's neck was broken directly.

Lu Buer grabbed him and dragged him into the grass.

“The Curse of Origin has been detected. Recycle it?”

 The Seed of the Gods made a strange movement.

Lu Fuji's eyes brightened slightly, and he saw that the young man's body was filled with a black flame-like mantra, and he took it back and swallowed it without hesitation.

It's a pity that the recycled dark numerology is very little.

  The experience bar is not activated.

 “Why are you such a bad guy?”

Lu Fuji slapped the young man on the forehead. It was obvious that the strange ghost technique this young man had mastered was the lowest level of mathematics. The dog shook his head after seeing it.

The existence of this garbage is an insult to White Walkers.

 Isn't this a pure waste of ghosts?

 Actually, Lu Buer didn't know that mastering the White Walker technique was a very random matter, just like opening a blind box. No one could predict what level of knowledge you would get.

This process involves first fusing the ghost skeleton, then transplanting the dark matter of a certain evolutionary chain of White Walkers, and then meditating on the Book of Truth to create your own truth.

 The problem is that even if you are integrating the dark matter of the gods and reading the best book of truth, you may still only be able to obtain the lowest level of truth.

 The former is like a person with a poor digestive system. No matter how good delicacies you feed him, he will only be able to absorb very few nutrients in the end.

 The latter is like a person with an intellectual disability studying advanced mathematics. No matter how hard he studies, he may learn that one plus one equals two, but he cannot understand more at all.

Of course, this is not the worst.

The worst thing is the kind of quantum-level alien magic that is not in the evolutionary chain.

 But the difference is like a trillion promissory notes and a one-cent coin. They are both currencies in a strict sense, but their functions are very different.

Lu Buer came into this manor originally to collect vegetables, but he didn't expect to start working on blind boxes. He cursed in his heart that it was bad luck and started to change clothes.

Ten minutes later, he also turned into a white-haired young man in a suit and tie. He held the headphones he had just put on and adjusted the miniature microphone on his collar.

“The anti-rebirth ceremony has begun, all departments must guard the anti-rebirth hall, and no other people are allowed to enter.”

　　A familiar voice sounded in the earphones.

 Arthur Russell!

Lu Fuji didn't know where the so-called Rebirth Hall was, but he could sense the specific location of his dark matter body, so he strode directly in that direction.

The sound of sacrificial music that seemed to come from the vast ancient times sounded from the lakeside. The believers shrouded in black robes were actually crawling forward. The wind blew the dark clothes, like a group of lonely souls wandering in the night. Chanting ancient and strange mantras.

 Aaron and Raul each hold a torch in their hands.

 The firelight illuminated their expressionless faces.

Arthur walked in the front, crossed the path in front of the lake, and came to an ancient bronze temple: "The day of reincarnation has come, offer your souls to the gods."

 Aaron and Raul stood guard on both sides, and the believers in black crawled into the bronze palace, like a group of slaves who had lost their souls.

More than ten young men in suits and ties came from all directions and followed this group of fanatical believers in. It was obvious that they existed to ensure that the ceremony went smoothly. To put it bluntly, they were bodyguards.

Lu Fuji followed after seeing this. He felt as if he had returned to the ancient and mysterious holy mountain. The bronze palace in front of him was almost carved out of the same mold.

 Same old, same manor.

 It is hard to imagine that there is such an ancient and huge bronze temple in the city.

 At first glance, it seems that it was moved from the Holy Mountain.

The bronze palace was lit with countless candles, and in the weak firelight sat a red-haired girl. She inadvertently raised her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were as thick as blood.

 Fuck.

 Chen Jing!

Meeting acquaintances, Lu Buer had a bad feeling.

 Because this woman had close contact with him.

 Always gives him a feeling of being unable to see through.

 Chen Jing was sitting cross-legged in the hall, surrounded by burning candles in all directions. After the milky white wax melted, it actually spread, forming an ancient and complicated matrix.

The flames burned along the wax, illuminating the darkness.

The believers in black knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"The noble young master will use your soul as a sacrifice to the supreme God of Origin. After the Great Source senses your piety, it will also give supreme power to transform our new comrades. This It will be an endless cycle until the flowers of eternal life bloom in every corner of the world, and every life in the world can receive the gift of immortality.”

 Arthur shouted loudly, fervently and piously.

 Aaron and Raul also held up their torches and danced in the darkness.

 “Sata, abalua!”

 “Kuhey, Sararuha!”

The moment the black robes fell off, the bodies of these believers were covered with the curse of origin, and the curses like black flames flowed and spread, like living creatures.

Chen Jing took out a dagger and cut his wrist expressionlessly.

Blood flowed down his white wrist.

Dimly, the solemn music accompanying the ceremony echoed in the night, as if the pressure from ancient times came out of thin air, and a sad crack seemed to open in the darkness.

No.

That's not a crack.

Rather, it is a stern vertical pupil, like a gaze into an abyss.

Accompanied by a silent roar!

 It is as if God is looking down at the world in darkness.

Looking at His followers.

 It is at this moment, in the depths of Lu Buer's consciousness.

That illusory **** actually opened his eyes!

 (End of this chapter)

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