novelaction Chapter 581 Killing
Chapter 581 Killing
"Damn! I knew cults weren't good. Anything related to gods, believers, or churches must be some kind of villainous boss."
Zhong Liyu deduced another conclusion based on the chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) novel.
Now, the souls from outside the Empire of All Spirits are legally allowed to exist.
Zhong Liyu still did not reveal herself to the public, but she gradually came into contact with many cultivators, such as Yi Wancheng and Song Jinzhao.
He knew that these cultivators came from different worlds, and they might even be from different times and spaces, sharing the same culture and language. Even many subtle or objectively existing things were different. For example, he and Song Jinzhao were both Chinese, but they lived in China in different times and spaces.
The general process is the same, and the language is the same, but he has never heard of many plants or foods.
After the conversation, Zhong Liyu discovered the amazing aspects of transmigrating into books and arriving in the Myriad Spirits Empire through other bizarre methods.
Jiang He saw the boy's lip movements, and Zhong Liyu naturally saw them too.
Zhong Liyu has lived for so many years and knows clearly that he shouldn't get involved in this mess, but that person is very likely a soul from the same hometown as him.
Zhong Liyu would include his own danger in the operation. After much deliberation, he decided to take a look. If he could save the person, he would do so; if not, he would run away.
Zhong Liyu mustered his courage and took several deep breaths, but he was still nervous.
Cuihua peeked out from behind Zhong Liyu, her erhu head bobbing out.
Zhong Liyu silently suppressed his anger, and he couldn't help but communicate with Cuihua using his spiritual sense:
Hey bro, don't reveal my location!
Cuihua: No, I won't! I'll expose myself! I'll expose myself!
Zhong Liyu: Just this once, let me be willful, okay? You ruined everything before, this time I'm really going to go see.
Cuihua: You'll die!
Zhong Liyu: No way! Pshaw, Cuihua, what are you saying that's so discouraging? Who wants to die?
Cuihua: Their cultivation level is higher than... How could you poison me like this...?
hand.
Zhong Liyu slapped the erhu with his palm, knocking Cuihua unconscious. He breathed a sigh of relief and then, following the scent, hid and walked towards the location of the group of people from the Divine Cult.
At the same time, Jiang He was also following the group of people from the Divine Cult. She didn't want to save the boy, but to kill him!
Jiang He ate a rejuvenating pill given to her by Bei Mingzi, then covered her face, wrapping herself up tightly.
The group of cultists led the boy to a stone wall, below which lay the underground city.
The science and technology city naturally also has an underground world.
The cultists' destination was a brightly lit, bustling hall within the underground city.
Inside the hall, there were dance floors everywhere. Men and women were all dressed in robes, and their wrists were marked with religious symbols. At this moment, they took off their hoods and danced to strange songs.
The ball had already begun when the cultist monks arrived with the boy.
The boy fell onto the stage. Besides this boy with the elf horn, there were many other little boys and girls on the stage, some handcuffed or bearing mental marks.
Without exception, not a single child was older than sixteen.
"Why hasn't the ceremony started yet?"
"Third Elder, aren't these slaves already inferior? Their blood is lowly, and the grand ceremony..."
"This is what God told me, don't you believe me?"
"No, no, I was just thinking about whether I should inform Elder Xiahou about the blood transfusion later."
"Inform him? You know about my relationship with him."
"Water and fire are incompatible." Zhao Jue said, staring at the other person, "Do you understand now?"
"Understood, understood, Third Elder, I will begin the ceremony now."
Damn it! These scumbags!
Zhong Liyu focused his mind and naturally heard the conversation between Zhao Jue and the cultivator who had brought the boy here earlier.
His brows and eyes remained tense.
How come the cult looks so glamorous on the outside, but is like this inside?
He remembered that Pei Ci, or rather Bei Mingyun now, had also joined the Divine Cult and was even a Divine Child. He didn't seem like the kind of cultivator who would collude with these people.
Zhong Liyu was puzzled; he was dressed in a black robe and mingled in the crowd.
The strange singing seemed to have a psychedelic effect, so Zhong Liyu quickly simulated the sound of playing the erhu in her mind to dispel the strange musical effect.
At the grand ceremony, men and women made a great commotion, saying all sorts of things. In addition, he had a strong ability to imitate, and he quickly became close to several religious cultivators. He knew that he could not rescue these people.
The third elder of the Divine Sect, Zhao Jue, is at the Void Refinement stage; he cannot defeat him.
In addition, since most of the people at this grand ceremony were Nascent Soul stage cultivators, Zhong Liyu silently apologized to the boy in her heart.
It's not that I don't want to save you, it's that I don't have the ability. If I save you, I'll die, and maybe I'll be reborn into a better world or be transported to a friendly one...
Zhong Liyu plans to flee when the time is right.
He paced around for a while, intending to plunge into the crowd and leave through the side door, only to find that right after that person finished saying the ceremony was about to begin, even the side door was locked, and it was even protected by an array.
Zhong Liyu was dumbfounded.
What...?
He suddenly turned around, and for some reason, on a whim, blurted out:
"Open sesame."
Zhong Liyu turned around and clapped her hands.
Well, it's not open as expected.
He strode away from the side door, now he could only take it one step at a time.
Zhong Liyu turned around, and suddenly, in the middle of the men and women, a head fell to the ground.
The cultists at the grand ceremony were still immersed in the music, and none of them noticed the human head lying on the ground, and the blood flowing from the major artery of the monk to whom the head belonged.
Dead and living.
On one side is death, and on the other is vibrant and joyful humanity.
The two atmospheres are incompatible yet coexist.
Contradictory and fragmented.
The scene is strange and incongruous, yet the stillness and movement are clearly distinguished.
The blood gradually trickled down to Zhong Liyu's feet, his throat tightened, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Zhong Liyu quickly moved away from the crime scene.
He had a gut feeling that someone had broken in, and that the person who had assassinated the monk was the one who had taken the boy away.
This person is most likely an enemy of the religion.
Zhong Liyu wondered if they were enemies.
He swallowed hard. It was incredibly audacious to kill someone in front of a group of cultivators from the Divine Cult, and to do so so silently. Zhong Liyu couldn't help but look down at the ground.
After about ten seconds, not only Zhong Liyu, but also many of the other cultivators who were immersed in the sound suddenly saw the fallen male cultivator and recognized him:
"Liu Shenwei? How could this be..."