The night wind was raging, and the thick? Darkness covered? Everything.
As the boy's words came out, among the kidnapped boys and girls, some were still ignorant, and some had already guessed what?, and horror appeared in their eyes.
"I come!"
A slightly hoarse young boy's voice suddenly broke the dead silence. In the center of the young people on the left, a thin boy with disheveled hair rolled on the spot and stood up firmly.
Before the others could react, the young man strode up to the Pope's corpse, and pulled out the dagger stuck in the Pope's heart with trembling hands.
Looking quietly at Yuan Buwei, he passed Yuan Buwei without any hesitation, and walked towards the group of cultists who were kneeling on the ground and couldn't move.
Blood trickled down the dagger to? His? Hand.
He clenched the dagger tightly, and the expression on his face became quite serious due to nervousness.
Looking at his back, a group of teenagers and girls finally realized what? Their faces changed.
Shock, fear, panic, bewilderment... All kinds of expressions flashed across their faces.
Finally, one after another, people stood up from the ground, hesitated for a while, and caught up to him with gritted teeth.
Yuan Buwei just stood there and watched this scene quietly.
This group of teenagers and girls looked to be about fifteen years old, and in the "civilized society" he had experienced, they must be "protected" objects.
But in today's chaotic? Continent, in this? world where even the world itself cannot protect itself, no one will care for them as carefully as seedlings.
—True? It is possible to do otherwise. But he doesn't have the compassion to save everyone. Even if saved? This time, next time, next time
If they want to stop falling into the miserable situation they are in today and become lambs to be slaughtered by others, what they have to do is not to cry, but to have the power to protect themselves, even if they don't have this power for the time being , or at least show your own determination and will, so that you can't see it.
Only those who are like that have the value of being cultivated. To be precise, it is the value of being a tool person.
And now, obviously, someone has understood the intention of the original refusal, and handed over an answer sheet that satisfies him—
Blood flashed, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded.
A quarter of an hour later, the strong smell of blood permeated the air again, covering the night with a layer of blood.
The corpses of the believers in black fell all over the ground. Not far away, in the blood pool shaped like a crescent moon, blood was rippling. The statue of the bloody moon standing tall cast a long and narrow shadow. A group of teenagers and girls were standing next to them Retching.
In front of the blood pool, the young man stood silently.
His long black hair and robe seem to be covered with a layer of night, and his originally handsome facial features have more? A layer of inexplicable? Mysterious temperament, more and more inhuman
——In fact, this is the divine bonus brought about by becoming the master of the Dao. In the terminology of the world of cultivating immortals, it is the Dao Yun. The current? Yuan Buwei, even if it is only a ray of divine thoughts, is enough to make this body continue to be transformed by his own? Dao, just like a higher-level? Life magnetic field radiates lower life. What is shown? It is becoming more and more inhuman.
He just stood there quietly, giving people a feeling of erratic, difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, unpredictable? Like the ever-changing night from night to dawn? Night.
"Myths? Epics?... Evil gods? Incarnations... Shouldn't that be the case?"
Not far away, Ibet, who had finally recovered from his retching, stared blankly at the boy's figure blending into the night, and such a thought popped up in his mind for no reason.
Then, he saw that figure getting closer and closer, and finally came in front of himself, and the shadow cast from around the young man completely enveloped him.
"May I have your name?"
Ibert was taken aback, his mind went blank for a moment, and he just stayed there with his mouth wide open. But soon, his head started to work again after falling into a sluggish state, and his heart began to beat with excitement.
And the boys and girls around also realized what? They all turned their envious eyes to the dazed Ibet. Those at the bottom? They know very well that the favor of a big man is enough to completely change a person's fate.
Ebert himself knows better?.
"My, my name is Ibert. I don't have a last name. You, you can just call me like this."
He stammered, his eyes sparkling. As if to see? Some never had? Hope.
Yes, it looks like the kind of "tool man" with full subjective initiative. I like this kind of "tool man..." I didn't want to raise the corners of my mouth inadvertently, so I decided to "arouse the enthusiasm of the tool man."
"You've done well and passed the test."
In the eyes of Yibeite who was dizzy from the praise, it was not because he suddenly opened his mouth, and said with a sense of magic stick: "My Lord is about to come to this world and bathe all souls in His glory. Are you willing to practice it?" To walk in His ways, to be the first believer of our Lord in this world?"
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Originally not for the question, the answer, of course, is yes.
Not only Ibert, but those teenagers and girls who took the initiative to stand up obviously saw the hope of changing their destiny from him, and they would not let go of this opportunity.
A group of tool people are here.
Due to the temple's strong crackdown on cults, this small sect that believes in the bloody moon, "The Church of the Dark Moon", has been hiding in a remote and backward "township". Their base camp is a place hidden deep in the forest. In the long-abandoned manor, the holy pool was built in the yard.
Due to the various ghost legends that they deliberately spread, no one dared to approach the manor on weekdays.
When the original failed to harvest the first group of believers, including Ibert, the first thing to do was to direct the tools and people to dispose of the corpses.
—— Regarding this point, "Mingyue Church" has quite a lot of experience. Why didn't they receive all of their inheritance? At the same time, of course, they also knew what to do.
What's more, it's tool people who are contributing anyway.
There is no feeling of child labor being exploited at all. Seeing that the tools and workers are working in an orderly manner, they are not eager to fish, so they lazily follow the path of the manor and find an unoccupied room.
He spread the salted fish on the? Tall? Armchair.
"I almost forgot the business." The lit crystal lamp showed the boy's expression that suddenly became serious. "I'm not the kind of person who would just goof off and fish when I don't do business."
"999, I have a task for you," Yuan Buwei called out the system 999, "Compile a set of prayers for me in the shortest possible time, think of the name of the god and the name of the sect, and compose a logically complete one by the way. origin."
"There are already believers, but the name and origin of the church have not yet been figured out. How inappropriate is that."
System 999: [? ? ?]
Yuan didn't seem to see it? Puzzled, explained:
"Do as the Romans do, since there is faith in this world? Soil, gods? Existence, countless people are trying to get gods? Blessing, why don't you try wearing a vest? The most important thing? Yes, this feels very fresh and interesting. "
System 999: ... No, what I want to ask? Not this.
... The so-called business is that the system is responsible for the work, and the host is responsible for the extraction tool system? ?
[Host rest assured, leave everything to me?]System 999 complained crazily in his heart, but was submissive on the surface.
"Come on, try to get it done before I wake up tomorrow."
I don't care about it? What's in my heart? I think, anyway, what he wants? Is obedient
Throwing down a sentence that made the system 999 vomit blood, seeing that Ibert had already settled down a group of teenagers and girls spontaneously, he fell into a deep sleep soon.
No matter what plans he has in mind, it's already three o'clock in the middle of the night, and this body itself is extremely tired. How can he go there in the middle of the night if he doesn't sleep? That's not necessary.
He slept soundly, but the group of teenagers and girls who were placed in various rooms in the manor couldn't sleep for a long time.
This is really stimulating? One night. They almost became "sacrifices to evil gods" sacrifices, and at the last moment "got" salvation. Compared with other sacrifices who have lost their lives, they are already "lucky".
However, starting from the original choice that was not given, the fate of this group of people has clearly embarked on a different fork.
The group of people who stand up under the guidance of Ibert will be the first group of believers of this mysterious church. For, for them to fight for themselves.
And another group of people who did not make a choice at that time will naturally return to ordinary life from then on. Unsurprisingly, they would leave after dawn, return to their original track, and regard everything tonight as a nightmare.
— For them, this is a nightmare. The reason why they came to this remote manor and became the sacrifices of the Church of the Moon was that they were first secretly engaged in various illegal transactions, including the slave trade organization "Gathering Chamber of Commerce", through various methods Acquired from different sources. Later, it was resold by the "Jujin Chamber of Commerce" to the Mingyue Church.
What's more interesting is that among these two groups of people, the latter are all children who are not badly born, or whose family members are still alive, and who are more protected and cared for on weekdays;
The former, headed by Ibert, are almost all orphans who lost their parents, homeless.
They have suffered too much and seen too much darkness since they were young, and they are fully aware of the difficulty of living in this world and the insignificance of life. To survive until now, they all have their own way of survival. Now, the original has undoubtedly become the hope in their minds.
Even for this hard-won opportunity to change their destiny, they will cherish everything they have today.
At dawn, he entered the hall of the manor, and what was waiting for him was a table of hot breakfast. There are also those who are looking forward to? Teenagers and girls.
Everyone looked at? His? Eyes were full of reverence and gratitude. This one? Emotion is very pure.
He looked at this scene with some surprise, then smiled lightly, got up, and sighed to the system 999:
"... How many well-behaved? A group of tool people. Such? They are eligible for better rewards."
Finished? This breakfast was not because he didn't complain that the snacks were not sweet enough. Instead, he looked around and scanned everyone's faces. He suddenly said: "You should still remember how I came here of? Right?"
Everyone's expression changed slightly. The words "Gathering Gold Chamber of Commerce" flashed across my mind in an instant.
Of course they remember very clearly, especially those who were beaten and scolded when they refused to obey at the beginning? The memory is particularly deep.
But what is the question asked by the envoy in front of him? What does it mean
Yuan Buwei chuckled and said: "Is that so? In my opinion, yesterday's sacrifice was too perfunctory. It really can't reflect the piety to our lord."
His flat tone revealed a sense of indifference to life for no reason. He was ruthless, and his eyes were fixed on everyone.
"I think we need more? sacrifices."