The immortal is beside me

Chapter 118 This time, walking with the eagle
The breath surged into his consciousness, vaguely overlapping with the memories in his mind.

After only a second or two, he opened his eyes again, with a decision in his mind.

"There are indeed similar traces left here, but they are not pollution, but more like offerings, a means to accelerate the formation of faith."

"Directly extracting people's souls to generate a large amount of faith"

Xiao Yao, standing beside him, looked solemn. "Back then, He Xiuyong used this method to gain the favor of Heaven and break through. I never thought such a primitive method of offering would appear in the Central Plains now."

On the grassland, it was not uncommon to offer sacrifices using the flesh, blood and souls of living people. She knew this better than anyone else.

Although the Khitan ethics at that time were relatively complete and most people had abandoned such primitive and bloody methods, she had seen too many chaotic wild god beliefs during her conquests.

Just like the Hu Jie tribes back then, they offered Han Chinese two-legged sheep as sacrifices to the supernatural forces behind them, and then gained strength from the forces - in fact, this is the existence mode of supernatural beliefs in most areas. In comparison, Sakyamuni is so benevolent that he seems like a heretic.

Not every land was given birth to Neo-Confucianism as early as the Central Plains. Or perhaps it should be said that primitive barbarism and violence were the norm. Changshengtian was the pinnacle of barbarism and violence. Under Him, there were countless wild gods raised by primitive offerings.

"Thousands of years ago, there were many such creatures in the Central Plains." Zhou Qing said to her, his eyes seemed a little deeper than before.

In the hundred years since the collapse of the Immortal Alliance and the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the four regions of the Central Plains were scarred, and wild gods from all directions poured into the Central Plains like bacteria, trying to plant their own beliefs on this fertile land, and their method of sowing was literal cannibalism.

At that time, he spent 70 years traveling across the Central Plains, burning all the beliefs in man-eating wild gods he saw. A few years later, a dynasty called Song was born in the Central Plains.

History is not a straight line that goes straight upward. The strength of civilization and barbarism will always rise and fall. Civilization is not necessarily always strong, and barbarism is not necessarily always weak. He has a deep understanding of this.

"Brother Zhou, are you going to try to save the situation this time?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Nowadays, the world has become its own world, and I don't need to save it."

Zhou Qing shook his head: "They should be able to handle just a few random beliefs on their own. Protecting them in every detail is just another form of contempt."

"If there truly are those with great ambitions who covet the foundation of the world," his gaze swept across the buildings before him, sensing the faint aura emanating from them, "then I will take action."

Xiao Yao blinked, stunned for a while, with a strange look in her eyes.

"Brother Zhou in the past didn't seem like someone who would say such things." She smiled softly and tucked up one side of her hair. "So, Brother Zhou will also face Changshengtian this time?"

Zhou Qing looked into the distance: "If the sky wants to face me."

Xiao Yao looked at him, and there seemed to be a different kind of light in her pupils. She suddenly took a step forward, slowly shortening the distance between them, as if she was catching up with the six hundred years that had stood between them.

"If this is what Brother Zhou is doing."

When the distance between them was only a finger, she stopped, her beautiful face full of radiant blush.

"Then ask me to go with you this time."

At the same time, Huaguo, Liangzhou.

Under the cover of night, half of the light shines through an old-fashioned shop on the street, and the neon sign on the shop reads "Wang's Mutton Hotpot".

Several ordinary-looking cars were parked around the store, forming a vague encirclement. Each car was equipped with a special barrier generator, which was a unique combat equipment of the Environmental Sanitation Bureau.

A few hours ago, the Environmental Sanitation Bureau received news that a weak spiritual reaction had occurred around this hot pot restaurant, and at the same time, several reports of missing persons were received. After checking the route, all the suspicious points were concentrated here.

If it were a general security system, it would take at least several days from filing a case to investigation and then to actual action, but the Environmental Sanitation Bureau has the power to directly skip the intermediate steps.

At one end of the road, the operations team leader, sitting in a car, opened his eyes slightly, the light in his pupils flickering and fading. He slowly pulled out a talisman, rubbed it with his fingertips, and it spontaneously combusted, turning to ash and falling onto the car seat.

When the last bit of ashes fell, the sound of people's footsteps had already echoed throughout the street.

The large formation with flashing light blocked the entire hotel in an instant. The specialists who received the order jumped out of the car, smashed the hotel windows, and rushed in amid screams.

At the moment of breaking in, the action team leader waved his hand, and a talisman was attached to the ceiling. The spiritual light spread out, and the pupils of several diners in the hall suddenly dilated. They closed their eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep before they could finish screaming.

Plastic chairs fell to the ground, wine bottles and plates of food fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The chaotic footsteps stepped over the mess and rushed to the destination without saying a word.

"The target is in the kitchen, prepare to restrain him."

The team leader made a gesture, and the two specialists behind him immediately understood and drew the guns from their waists to release the safety, and then kicked open the door to the back kitchen.

Behind the door, a figure in a tall hat dropped the plate in his hand. Before the plate hit the ground, continuous gunfire rang out.

Several gun barrels spewed out spiritual light, and the halo turned into invisible chains that wrapped around the chef's body and pulled him to the ground. The specialists behind him rushed forward and pinned the man to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?! This is trespassing! I want to report it."

The screams like slaughtering a pig echoed in the kitchen, but the leader turned a deaf ear to it. He just walked forward, touched the refrigerator in front of him where the meat was stored, and frowned suddenly.

"What's in this refrigerator?" He turned around and asked the boss in the top hat on the ground.

"Mutton. It's lamb!"

"mutton?"

The captain snorted and suddenly opened the freezer, exposing the bright red piece of meat in broad daylight. When it fell into the eyes of several commissioners behind him, their faces suddenly turned ashen.

Among the pile of flesh, they vaguely saw a few protruding fingers.

Wang, the manager of Wang's Mutton Hotpot Restaurant, dismembered the bodies of several victims and sold them disguised as cheap mutton. All those who accidentally ate the meat have been sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

After evaluation by soul cultivation experts, it was determined that Wang had signs of supernatural interference, which caused his cognitive disorder, led him to call people "two-legged sheep", and triggered a series of actions.

In the office of the Environmental Sanitation Bureau, Lu Zhenhai frowned and turned to the end of the document.

This was the fifth extraordinary case related to "cannibalism" received by the Environmental Sanitation Bureau within a week, and it was serious enough to be handed to him as the executive director.

His gaze fell to the bottom of the document, his eyes filled with contemplation. While he was thinking, the office door was knocked open and another specialist walked in.

"Captain Lu, the soul search results are in, and we've already pinpointed the purpose of the suspected mastermind."

The commissioner came forward and handed him a new stack of documents.

"According to the memories we found on several suspects, they have been active in the suburbs of Liangzhou in recent days."

"Their next target is an extraordinary relic located on the back of Mount Hua."

"According to fragments of memory, a thousand years ago, there lived a tribe that believed in wild gods. They were one of the most worshipped and most powerful factions in the Central Plains at the time."

The commissioner finished his brief report and then turned to a request, "We've now located the ruins. Do you think we should deploy personnel to intercept them?"

(End of this chapter)