Chapter 8 Demonic Ritual

Lu Yao observed that forest tribes had no belief in gods, no temples, and no signs similar to totems.

Shaman does not show dependence on gods like a prophet. He is more like an experienced elder, relying on the experience accumulated by his ancestors to guide the entire tribe.

 This is a good thing for Lu Yao.

If the forest tribe also believes in a certain god, a conflict of beliefs is likely to occur, and a war may break out between the tribes.

Now there is a wider road between the Garlic Tribe and the Forest Tribe. Houses have also been built on both sides of the road, including thatched huts of the Garlic Tribe and tree houses of the Forest Tribe. The two tribes became closer.

 Lu Yao waited for the complete integration of the two tribes.

 Suddenly, he heard a faint cell phone ringing tone.

The bell rang for more than twenty seconds, and then rang again, over and over again.

 The sound comes from outside.

 Lu Yao lives in an old community. His building is located outside, next to a semi-enclosed alley. The alley is usually used for parking, and many cars are filled with ash.

 There are no people in the alley during the day, and it is even quieter at night.

Lu Yao walked to the window and looked out.

There is only one cement street lamp in the parking alley. The dim light can only illuminate an area under the lamp post, and the rest of the area is pitch black.

Lu Yao saw something swaying from side to side under the light, like something hanging on the street lamp post.

 He felt something was wrong.

The street lamp is about twenty meters away from the window sill, so you can see roughly. Lu Yao observed carefully and found that there was a person hanging by a rope from a cement street light pole.

 It was already dark at this time, there was no sound on the street, and the ringing of mobile phones was particularly clear in the alley.

 Lu Yao immediately dialed 110.

"Hello, police officer? This is the motorcycle factory dormitory of Jiuyuan Community. There is a person hanging by a rope in the alley outside. Come here quickly."

The police asked him about the address and situation in detail and told him not to act rashly. They came over immediately.

Lu Yao put down his phone and breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of matter is still handled by professional police.

　　The originally dormant cactus follower jumped onto the windowsill at this time. It was facing the direction of the man in the alley, its spikes taut, as if it was very guarded.

"What? What did you find?" Lu Yao subconsciously looked at this little thing.

  The cactus attendant nodded.

Lu Yao sighed: "It's a pity that you can't speak. It would be great if you could speak."

“Great Yao, you say you can speak, and your humble servants can speak.”

The cactus servant knelt on the ground, and a voice with a strange accent came from its green body.

 This voice makes it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Lu Yao was surprised: "You can speak?"

"You allow your humble servant to speak," the cactus attendant said, "otherwise your humble servant will not be able to make his voice heard."

 Lu Yao then thought about it, the pixel world and the real world were broken, so it would be no problem if the cactus could talk.

 He asked: "What did you find about the man who was hung?"

 “Lord God, that is a demonic ritual.”

Cactus said respectfully: "Demons will gain faith through cruel and extreme rituals, and use fear and ignorance to confuse and control believers."

 Devil?

Lu Yao’s face changed slightly.

 “What is the difference between demons and gods?”

 “Lord God, the devil is the evil **** of heresy.”

 Lu Yao understands.

  Demon... another name, that is, another **** player. In addition to myself, there are others who are also using "God Simulator" to obtain sacrifices.

 He immediately remembered what Sister Peng said about perverts in Jiuyuan Community, and he would strip people and hang them up.

Lu Yao secretly warned himself that he needed to be more cautious and not allow others to discover the emulator on his computer. Once the demon players find out, they will definitely **** their magic items and attack them - that is no longer in the game.

He found a small flowerpot and told the cactus attendant: "Without my permission, you can't move or speak. You are the cactus. Stay here well. Do you understand?"

 “Yes, Lord God.” The cactus followed and bowed.

 In the parking alley, the ringtone of the mobile phone is still repeating, as if calling for help.

 Lu Yao looked at the man who was hung up under the lamppost again. He seemed tired, no longer shaking and struggling, and his physical features became much clearer.

 Under the light, this person was wearing a black bra and she should be a woman. In addition, she was a little dirty and there seemed to be a lot of blood on her skin.

 Lu Yao remembered that there was a telescope at home. With the help of the telescope, his vision became clearer.

 He actually knew the person under the lamppost. The victim was a barber who worked in a barber shop called Model Cutting across the street from the community. Her working name was Lisa, but her real name is unknown.

Because the price of Model Fine Cut is affordable, a set of washing, cutting and blow-drying costs fifteen yuan. Lu Yao also often gets his hair cut there, so he has some impression of Lisa.

She has light blonde hair and is probably in her early twenties. She speaks softly and does not chatter endlessly and is not annoying.

After Lisa was rescued by the police, she was completely frightened. She remained silent and wrapped herself in a coat given to her by the police, looking a little sluggish.

 She had many strange symbols smeared on her body with blood. Those symbols looked like some kind of deformed Arabic numerals. These symbols were connected to each other, and they were like some kind of chains, wrapping her body layer by layer.

Police cordoned off the scene and visited Lu Yao to take notes.

 He told the truth about what he witnessed, except that he concealed the part about the simulator and the demonic ritual.

 After the police rescue and recording ended, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Lu Yao is not sleepy at all with the [Energy Cane] in his hand, and staying up late is not a problem at all.

 He looked at the cactus in the flower pot on the table: "Have you been to our world before?"

"This is the first time for your humble servant to come to your God Realm. I was given life by the God of the Forest, but the God Realm where the God of the Forest is located seems to be different from the God Realm you are in. There are everywhere there. It’s all water…I’m too insignificant to understand what the divine world is like.”

 “What does the God of the Forest look like?”

"Cannot look directly. Just like you, the great god, I cannot describe the appearance of a great being like you. I can only vaguely see some shadows of the gods."

Lu Yao pried some information from the mouth of the cactus.

The cactus has no name. It is one of the many cactus followers created by the forest god. It spends its life working in the temple as a miscellaneous person. The God of the Forest created cactus followers in his world, sent them as gifts into the pixel world, and never recalled them.

 It only knows that the temple is gradually dilapidated, which means the death of the forest god. Finally, the cactus was buried underground with the collapse of the temple, and was dug up many years later by forest tribesmen looking for mushrooms and berries.

But only gods can drive the cactus away. Pixel life cannot restore the cactus to its true form. It can only feel that it is different from other plants.

 “Since you are a relic left by the God of the Forest, then your name is...”

Lu Yao pointed at the forehead of the cactus and said: "Little fire."

 (End of this chapter)