Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 170 Sacrifice Activities

On the platform, searchlights illuminate two hundred meters underground into daylight. The wheels of excavators and transporters are working. The gray-faced workers of No. 100 are carrying burdens, pushing carts, and clearing the earth and rocks that are constantly piled up at the work site.

The person in charge of supervising the work was a red-faced ghost. It only wore a white crotch cloth and was sitting in a makeshift arbor. Beside it were two naked beauties, waving their fans numbly and delivering fruits to the red-faced ghost's mouth.

Even so, the red-faced ghost still cursed:

"Damn it, you gave me such a useless job! If you continue like this, let alone miss the Nebuta Festival, you may not even be able to participate in the Night Parade of the Hundred Demons."

When the red-faced ghost complained, a worker came forward anxiously and asked for instructions:

"Lord God, the machine is about to reach its limit. Should we take a rest?"

The red-faced ghost thought thoughtfully:

"These iron lumps cannot be broken, and we expect them to open the way. Rest!"

"Thank you, Lord God! Everyone, the Lord said it's okay..."

"Wait a minute. I haven't finished speaking yet. The machine can rest, but you...can't."

"But sir, we haven't had a good rest for a long time. If we continue to work, many of us will be exhausted."

"You are the only one who will die from exhaustion, right?" The red-faced ghost grinned and stood up slowly, blocking the light source with his tall body, "That's fine, I allow you to rest forever."

The worker's eyes widened and he said in fear: "Lord God, I don't need to rest, I don't need..."

The big hand symbolizing death slowly approached. Just when the workers fell into despair, the red-faced ghost stopped.

It picked up the samurai sword placed beside it and looked warily at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of the tunnel.

There are two mysterious people, one male and one female. There is nothing special about women, they are just like two-legged sheep that can be seen everywhere.

The problem was the man. His appearance directly made the red-faced ghost's hair stand on end.

The man walked forward with light steps and made no sound, but the pressure on the red-faced ghost was as high and heavy as a mountain.

The most terrifying thing is the pair of golden eyes, which obviously only emit a faint light like fireflies, but are like the scorching sun, burning the soul of the red-faced ghost.

"Boom! Boom!"

The red-faced ghost was sweating profusely, and its heart had never beat so violently.

Even when facing the God of Thunder, it did not feel such a strong sense of oppression.

Monster, man is definitely a monster!

Run away. If you don't run away, you will definitely die here!

Unable to generate any desire to fight, the red-faced ghost mobilized all his strength, and then managed to get rid of the terrifying gaze, turned his back and ran towards the elevator.

Su Heng did not start to chase, but slowly opened the war horse jar and released Yang Qing.

"Bring it back."

Before he finished speaking, Sakurako Hirata suddenly felt the cold wind blowing on his face, splashing gravel, and in the flying dust, there was a faint figure of a man in armor, galloping on horseback, chasing the red-faced ghost in the direction of escape.

"Who is that?"

Sakurako Hirata asked curiously.

"Oh, I have a soldier named Yang Qing. Wait, can you see him?"

Under Su Heng's questioning, Hirata Sakurako answered seriously: "I only saw it for a few moments. Well, I didn't see it very clearly. I could only vaguely recognize the shape."

"What about you, can you see it too?"

There were hundreds of workers and hundreds of pairs of eyes at the scene, but no one said they saw Yang Qing's appearance.

Sakurako Hirata can see what is special about her compared with these workers?

"Have you seen the light of the Big Dipper?"

"kindness."

Could it be because of this.

While thinking, Yang Qing came back with the red-faced ghost:

"This little monster runs really fast."

The red-faced ghost was cut into a stick, and blood flowed all over the ground, but he was still not dead. He was breathing heavily and had a ferocious expression.

"Tell me, what's the situation in District 11 now?"

Under the gaze of the golden eyes, the red-faced ghost did not dare to lie, and poured out all the information he knew like a dumpling.

"How many mutants like me are there? I am the only supervisor here. In the entire eleventh district, there must be at least two to three hundred!" Two to three hundred mutants?

There are so many.

It is estimated that all the extraordinary beings in the entire region have been transformed.

Who did it?

"My abilities come from the God of Thunder. As for other gods, they may be inspired by Amaterasu."

Amaterasu, Su Heng remembers, is the ancestor of the emperor, the highest god in Shintoism, known as the sun goddess, and the true ruler of Takamagahara.

It can be said to be an existence at the level of the Creator God.

Is it really that strong?

"Amaterasu-sama is very mysterious. I have never seen him before. I only know that he may be more powerful than the God of Thunder."

Su Heng secretly wrote it down, and then asked about the night march of hundreds of ghosts.

"Hakugui Yakou plans to cleanse half of the useless population and turn it into our nutrients."

It turned out to be exactly as expected, not just for events in Shinjuku City. Hearing this, Sakurako Hirata was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Half the population, wouldn’t it be a million people?

too crazy!

Su Heng thought it was nothing. He had heard the ravings of the mutants. For some reason, these guys hated human beings so much that they wished to destroy everyone in the world.

Is it considered a kindness to keep half of it?

"What is the Nebuta Festival you just mentioned?"

"The Nebuta Festival? It's a small-scale local festival in Aomori Prefecture. There are many gods like me participating in it."

Got it, small party.

But there is one point that Su Heng wants to complain about. There are eight hundred gods in District 11, which means that all things have animism.

However, wouldn’t everything with some ability be revered as a god?

"Ah, I was wrong. You are a god, I am just a monster! Please, spare my life..."

Su Heng ignored it. His eyes fell on the pile of bones in the pergola and asked casually:

"How many people have been killed so far?"

"A dozen or so, I can't remember exactly..."

"It's okay, just remember it in the next life."

"Thank you very much. I will definitely do it in the next life...the next life?"

Yang Qing raised the knife and dropped it, and the red-faced ghost's head rolled down, adding 10 source points to Su Heng.

Su Heng didn't bother to do this kind of stuff himself.

With the mutants dealt with, it's time to place the workers.

Sakurako Hirata guessed it in advance, and while announcing her home, she described Su Heng as the savior who came here to save all living beings.

"He is the real god!"

How could the workers think about it? The person who killed the red-faced ghost without using his hands must be an extremely powerful being. He could just kneel down and be done with it.

Su Heng thought for a moment and made a judgment.

The tunnel explosion was only temporary. Once he regained the entire District 11, he would have to resume communication sooner or later.

"These people should stay at the entrance of the tunnel and continue working."

Through this incident, Su Heng knew that the enemy was also taking active actions. Maybe the tunnel connecting the third and fifth districts was also being dredged at the moment.

With this progress, it will probably take less than half a year to dig out the blasted tunnel.

Time seems to be running out for District 9.

After leaving a few rampant soldiers to guard to prevent anyone from going out to report the news, Su Heng took Hirata Sakurako and left in the upward elevator.

He did not forget what Wei Zonglin had asked him to do, and planned to go to the five-story tower of Yuhei Mountain immediately to see if he could find the so-called Last Feather.

(End of this chapter)