Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 214 Prince
The soldiers escorted the captured people to the main hall one by one and pushed them into the black liquid without hesitation.

The people pushed in would struggle violently at first, waving their hands and feet wildly, as if trying to grab some imaginary life-saving straw. However, the black liquid seemed to have life, quickly wrapping around their bodies and slowly dragging them into the depths.

Their screams echoed in the hall, filled with despair and fear, but the sound was quickly swallowed up by the black liquid, as if it had never existed. A few ripples appeared on the surface of the liquid, and then it returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The entire hall had neither statues of the Dragon King nor any sacrificial incense. Instead, it was filled with a suffocating feeling of oppression.

This place doesn't look like a temple, but rather an altar where some strange ritual is being performed. An indescribable whispering sound permeates the air, as if countless invisible beings are whispering in one's ears, making one's hair stand on end.

Shi Fei was standing outside the temple and seeing all this. How could he not guess that the drought that swept across Shandong was a disaster jointly created by the Qing government and foreigners?

They were building a temple for the Dragon King in the name of concealment, but in fact they were carrying out some hidden evil rituals.

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in his heart burned like a raging fire.

The soldiers, yamen runners and others in the temple suddenly felt a biting chill, as if some invisible force was locking them firmly.

Their bodies instantly stiffened, unable to move like clay sculptures or wooden figures. Their consciousness was silently stripped away, and their lives were easily extinguished like a candle flame.

Shi Fei walked past them, as if bringing with him a realm of death, destroying all life wherever he passed.

Soon, Shi Fei arrived at the main hall, where he heard a low conversation.

"Why is it raining suddenly? Tell me what happened?" A voice with a strong BJ accent sounded, with a bit of anxiety in the tone.

The person who was speaking was obviously an official of high status.

This is called the Dragon King Temple for praying for rain, but whether or not to pray for rain, how could he not know? It doesn't matter if it rains, but if it delays that thing...

"The great Lord tells us that the fire has returned to its correct position!" Another voice sounded, with a strange accent, and it was obvious that it was a foreigner.

His tone was full of enthusiasm and piety, as if he was proclaiming some kind of sacred prophecy.

"What should we do then?" the official with a BJ accent asked, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Great Lord..." The foreigner was about to continue speaking when he was rudely interrupted by another voice: "Your Lord is a false Lord! Our Lord tells us that there is no need to panic. Everything has been arranged!"

Although both foreigners called each other "Lord", it was clear that they did not believe in the same being. Their tone was full of hostility, as if a conflict would break out at any time.

"If it weren't for the Empress Dowager's secret order and the Qing Dynasty, I would not have cooperated with you. Now that there is trouble, I hope you can solve it as soon as possible!" the official said coldly, with a threatening tone in his voice.

His identity is obviously extraordinary!

He was one of the princes of the Qing Dynasty, Prince Jing.

"Don't worry! The great Lord has already told us. He will send his angels to help us! When darkness falls, angels will descend from the sky!" The second foreigner vowed, his tone full of confidence.

"What angel? It's just Baiyage!" The first foreigner retorted disdainfully, "The great Lord has arranged for the Son of God to come. He will come from the Yellow Sea with countless descendants!"

"You weirdo..."

"You are the outlier. You actually betrayed the great Lord and came to the New World to worship the Lord's enemies!"

The two foreigners were arguing more and more fiercely, and Prince Jing felt a headache. He was about to speak to persuade them, but suddenly he noticed something was wrong!

It had been a while since anyone had escorted the offerings to the sacrificial pond. At this moment, Prince Jing looked outside the palace and saw a figure slowly walking in the rain. The man walked steadily, as if ignoring all the weirdness and terror around him, and walked straight towards the palace.

"Who are you?" Prince Jing shouted, holding a string of bone Buddhist beads in his hand. The Buddhist beads were made of 108 human bones, and each of them exuded a cold aura.

He felt that the person who came was not friendly, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart, and the Buddhist beads in his hand began to jump restlessly.

Shi Fei glanced coldly at the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said coldly without a trace of emotion in his tone: "Kill your people."

Prince Jing wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a buzz in his head, as if he was hit by some invisible force. His consciousness blurred instantly, and his body stood stiffly in place, like a body without a soul.

The two foreigners beside him also noticed Shi Fei.

The German in a black robe quickly pulled out a worn scripture from his bosom, opened a page, and began to chant loudly: "The great Lord says that anyone who disrespects Him..."

However, before he finished his chant, he was interrupted by an invisible force. That force was like a huge hand, slamming him to the ground.

He lay on the ground in a daze, mumbling to himself but no longer able to form a complete sentence.

A "garbage palm" made him confused and he didn't know east, west, south or north.

As for the foreigner in the gray robe, he seemed more alert. The moment he saw Shi Fei, he received a clear hint from his master:

【run! 】

So he turned around and fled without hesitation, his movements as agile as those of his ancestors who fled from the Old World to the New World.

However, he overestimated his speed. A gray sword flashed, carrying endless garbage information, and instantly knocked him to the ground.

He was like a lamb to be slaughtered, lying on the ground helplessly, with a daze in his eyes.

Shi Fei did not spend too much effort to deal with these followers of the Old Ones. If he fought back and forth with them, Cthugha in the underground would probably faint in the universe.

Shi Fei came to Prince Jing, patted him on the face, and said, "Are you from the capital?"

"Yes..." Prince Mirror's eyes were dazed and his voice was muddled, as if he had lost his self-awareness.

Shi Fei asked: "What's your name?"

"Suchahar Jing..." Prince Jing answered mechanically, his voice hollow.

"...What a good name!" Shi Fei nodded, "You also know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

"No! I only know the Eighteen Palms of Wei Tuo!"

"..." Shi Fei continued to ask: "What are you doing here?"

"In the name of the Queen Mother, I offer a blood sacrifice to the gods to protect the Qing Dynasty for thousands of years!" Prince Jing's voice suddenly became strange and his tone was distorted, as if some indescribable power was whispering in his body.

There was a strange red light in his eyes, and he had been eroded by the power of the Old Ones without realizing it.

(End of this chapter)