This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 88 Strange Sacrifice
It started with threats of violence, and later turned into direct physical violence.

Today, the robbery gangs in Gushi have upgraded. Now, when they set their sights on something, they just appear and drag the target into a corner to kill him.

Anyway, we don’t have those high-end technologies to detect crimes now, so even if you have blood on your body, you can say you just encountered a monster.

people?
When a human dies, the body becomes an object, no different from a cat, dog, bird or animal.

Now there is such a thing as a backpack. The body can be put into the backpack, and the transportation cost is extremely low. Then you can find a hidden place to destroy it. The victim's relatives and friends will not be able to find where the person died for ten thousand years.

"..." Nie Weiyang couldn't say anything. This was something he couldn't control - or rather, something he could never completely control.

Even the current situation can be considered good. At this time in the previous life, more people died in the ancient city, and its jurisdiction was severely shrunk. People were deeply threatened by the plague caused by rotting corpses. There were even cases of cannibalism in the marginal areas. Some people did not dare to conflict with the monsters wandering outside, so they attacked the weak children around them and called them "tender sheep."

Right now, the villains are aware of their despicable nature, but they are just living in the shadows, making it impossible to truly eradicate them. Wait until their power snowballs, and then, only then will they truly collapse.

Today's robbers have begun to not treat people as human beings. In their eyes, people are just ants crawling on their targets, which is... an experience.

Thinking about the current situation, the future, the previous civilization, the Sky-crossing Demon, the Netherworld, and all the internal and external troubles, Nie Weiyang wanted to sigh sincerely.

But no. A person who stands in the position of being "strong" or even "the strongest" cannot show vulnerability in front of others.

When he died in his previous life, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he let out only a sigh. He thought he had let out a lifetime of frustration and melancholy, and would rest in peace forever... but he never expected that he would have to live another life.

In a game where everyone completes the game with one life, if there is one person who opens a second save file, his pressure will only be greater than that of others, not less.

The sky and the earth were high and vast, and Nie Weiyang had lost interest in looking at the scenery. He just lay on the lucky sign in an almost leisurely manner and slowly moved forward, with countless information flying in his mind.

People walking beside him didn't dare to disturb him and just became more silent.

After a long while, You Yan spoke again. She asked carefully, "Are you... okay?"

"Hmm?" Nie Weiyang tilted his head slightly and gave a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. I was just thinking about work."

Work? What kind of work? A super fighter like this still has a job?

Everyone looked at each other, but Nie Weiyang just smiled and didn't elaborate.

What job? 'Second Administrator' job, of course.

This identity involves too many things. The status of "former civilization shelter manager" is there. Even if the shelter is completely empty and only a hall is left, this identity will inevitably conflict or be involved in all the problems Nie Weiyang is facing now.

There are problems everywhere, and humanity itself is still slowly committing suicide...

Nie Weiyang wanted to rub his brows. He felt his nerves tense again. The familiar feeling returned to him. The brief calm could not bring him any comfort. Instead, it only made him habitually make more plans in his mind.

Since his rebirth, Nie Weiyang always appeared calm and composed, as if death, blood, killing, demons, the end of the world, the future of the planet and civilization were not heavy.

Actually, they are heavy. Very heavy.

Life and civilization, these two words are too big and too heavy.

Now, death, fighting, disorder, and all this chaos have swept the entire planet, but he has not been to those chaotic areas yet.

The high organizational ability inherited from Earth society has made China's collapse much slower than other regions. People have therefore had room to breathe, so much so that many people do not realize that this is already the best state.

For the past four months, Nie Weiyang has always been calm and peaceful. He didn't dare to clearly describe to anyone what was hidden in his mind.

Those who carry too many secrets, those who plan and execute clandestine schemes, might, according to some literary works, be the prophets of this planet, the keepers of secrets, the strategists, the key and the lock. People have always loved to praise such beings, and vast chapters in literary history are dedicated to glorifying their power, wisdom, and foresight.

Nie Weiyang used to think this was cool when he was a child, but now that he has become such a person, it is difficult to say whether this is a form of torture.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." Nie Weiyang took a deep breath, stood up from the lucky draw, stretched, and heard clear exhalations around him. It was obvious that everyone was feeling suffocated by the low pressure emanating from him.

His expression took on a hint of apology, but instead of offering an apology, he asked more questions.

"Just now, this..." He looked at the young boy.

The other person looked to be in his early twenties, with a hint of excitement on his face. Upon hearing what he said, he quickly opened his personal profile to show him: Li Mingzhe, male, Malinois, level 13 performer.

A virtuoso. No wonder he lives in the 'Artists' Market'.

"Hello, Li Mingzhe." Nie Weiyang nodded. "What is this cult you just mentioned? What is it called? What does it ask people to do? How many people believe in it? In which regions are people spreading information about it?"

In his previous life, Nie Weiyang had never had much contact with religious believers, whether they were orthodox or heretical, so he had no idea where the current Return Sect might be hiding.

However, artists generally have higher spiritual attributes, and their artistic creation requires them to be exposed to more such information, so there are quite a few artists who believe in the Reversion sect.

If Li Mingzhe knew of any artists who had returned to Christianity, Nie Weiyang wouldn't have been able to maintain a negative attitude at first...

But, could it be that he had just arrived in the ancient city and received the news of returning to the sect? Isn't this a bit too coincidental?

Nie Weiyang didn't believe in coincidences. He waited for an answer.

Li Mingzhe pondered for a moment. He asked the others to stay away and leaned in close to Nie Weiyang's ear: "I live in a place called 'Artists' Market'. It's a half-trading and half-living area. The residents are all people from the old city's art circle, and their current careers are also closely related to art. Usually, we trade some special resources that we can use here.

"The Artists' Market is very close to Religious Street. Recently, some strange beliefs have emerged that don't look like the ones we're used to. I even saw a few people secretly offering sacrifices to something while I was up at night, and they were bleeding from their arms. The pattern they were surrounding looked like a magic circle, and it emitted a strange green light after coming into contact with the blood... Then I don't know what happened. I was scared away.

"Oh, the people living on Religious Street are basically believers of legal religions. Most of them have jobs related to their own religions. The Artists' Market is just across the street from them."

A street? Someone was holding a strange ritual in the artist market not far from the religious street?

Nie Weiyang's ears pricked up and he raised his brows behind his sunglasses.

Discrepant information appeared——

How could he remember that in his previous life, when he came to the old city a month later, the artists' market was located in another district far away from Religious Street?

Don't tell him that in just one month when resources were in short supply, the Artists' Market had to suddenly relocate.

"Where are they?" Nie Weiyang asked.

Li Mingzhe answered truthfully: "Next to Zhengyang District, where the official headquarters is located, in the center of Xinyin District."

Nie Weiyang: “?”

...No, that's not right.

Isn’t the Artist Market in Xinyin District...!
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(End of this chapter)