Exorcism

Mu Xingqiu and others did not happen to catch up with the Human Flesh Club in Chaodong Town. Starting five days ago, the demon people in the four towns around Tuoshan publicly killed humans every evening. The number gradually increased from seven to 100,000 tonight. More than ten people were killed, and it was said that the entire human flesh session would last for 100 days.

The dozen or so people who will be killed tonight were escorted by a group of demon soldiers. Most of them were wearing demon costumes. They were trembling when they were escorted out of the prison. They were trembling even more after seeing the demons gathered. He couldn't move at all, so he had to be dragged along by the demon soldiers on both sides.

They are about to accept the death penalty, and the only crime is the word "humanity".

Several women were crying, and several other men looked to both sides with panic on their faces, looking for the last chance of survival. A middle-aged man suddenly shouted at a demon clan: "Fifth brother, it's me, it's me! We have known each other for decades. You can testify that I am not a spy. I grew up in Dongchao Town. Tell them that there is no difference between me and a half-demon... Please, please save me, don't let them kill me……"

The demon named "Fifth Brother" was about the same age as the man. He suddenly walked out of the demon group, approached the human man, and spat harshly on his face, "Go to hell, you have always looked down on half-demon. Didn’t you say that half-demon are all bastards?”

"That's a joke!" The human man was so frightened that his voice was distorted. "That's a joke. Beast monsters often say that..."

This excuse angered more demon clans. They had received strict orders not to kill humans privately, so they could only swarm up, shouting and spitting at the small group of humans. The demon soldiers responsible for escorting them only ensured that these Humans will not be killed by monsters, and other things will be left alone.

The bald man whispered: "The monsters hate humans so much. In the land of monsters, they are all very nice."

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything. He knew very well that in the land of monsters, Taoist priests received respect from the weak to the strong. Hatred always existed, but few monsters dared to show it. It was different in the country of sacrifice. Humans are at an absolute disadvantage, and demons can show their hatred unscrupulously.

However, even this hatred also has a strong sense of self-preservation. The stronger the hatred for humans, the more loyal it is to the demon clan. On the surface, the demon clan is passionate and seems to want to tear humans into pieces with their own hands, but The most obvious things Mu Xingqiu felt were fear, confusion, tension and excitement, while hatred was insignificant.

Yang Chuang doesn't know how to think and think, and can't feel the true emotions of the monsters, so he believes in everything he sees with his eyes, "Be careful, don't mention humans anymore, just remember that humans treat monsters in the same way, even more cruelly." That’s it.”

Yang Chuang used this method to make himself feel at ease as a spectator, and hoped that Mu Xingqiu and Bald Zi could do the same.

The bald man raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Xingqiu. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt relieved.

Mu Xingqiu used the illusion not to detect the emotions of the demons, but to find the owner of another demon's illusion. But he couldn't alert the owner, so he had to try his best to keep his illusion weak and search for it bit by bit.

The departure of several demon soldiers just now actually had nothing to do with this illusion of unknown origin. They had been searching for an almost impossible human being among thousands of demons for several days. They had long been tired of it and did not want to waste time.

Yang Chuang was very nervous. He and An Xiangxing met a magic Taoist priest from Wangshan. These magic Taoist priests might share memories with each other. Yang Chuang regretted his carelessness. He was only thinking about how to prevent Mu Xingqiu from revealing his secrets, and actually forgot to tell him. He had done a lot of work on his appearance, and now he had no choice but to hide behind Mu Xingqiu as much as possible.

"It's going to be dark soon. Unless the possessed Taoist priests are looking for us, it's impossible to find us. An Xiangxing and Guo Dongyou will be back tomorrow. It'll be fine then. An Xiangxing must have a plan. He always knows what to do. …”

Mu Xingqiu wondered about one thing. What was the purpose of this demon illusion? It did not deliberately stir up the emotions of the demons, nor did it try to control anyone. It just floated around aimlessly, as if it just wanted to understand the demons. The true feelings of a demon.

The master of the demon illusion must have known that the demons' hatred of humans was not as exaggerated as they showed, but they did not interfere in any way.

Baldy didn't know what Mu Xingqiu was doing, so he reminded him in a low voice: "Those people were sent to the mountains."

The last ray of sunlight also receded, and more than a dozen humans were escorted to a platform halfway up the mountain, where magic was used to create a patch of light, allowing the monsters below the mountain to see more clearly.

The group of demons surged forward, with Mu Xingqiu and Yang Chuang still lurking behind.

There were more than a hundred monster soldiers standing halfway up the mountain. A magician came out and spoke to the group of monsters at the foot of the mountain in a loud voice.

The magician looked very young, probably in his twenties. His face was as pale as if he had not recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes were shining brightly. His voice was a bit sharp, but full of passion.

"The demon clan is about to revive! This is the demon clan's opportunity. Human beings have oppressed the demon clan for hundreds of thousands of years. It's time for us to take revenge. King Saishen has issued a decree to all the demon clan in the world to counterattack! Roar! Kill!..."

Simple and powerful words popped out of the sorcerer's mouth one after another, and each time the group of demons roared in response.

Mu Xingqiu could tell that the voice was blessed with magic. Its effect was similar to that of illusions that stir up emotions, but the effect was much worse. This made him even more puzzled. There were obviously more powerful demonic illusions to suppress the situation, so why not use them directly on the demons instead of settling for the next best thing?

Slowly, Mu Xingqiu understood a little bit. All illusions are the same. The impact on emotions is temporary and will soon disappear with the passage of time. Wangshan Taoist priests need a group of warriors who hate humans with all their hearts, so they let the demon magicians of the country of sacrificing their lives stir up the demons. In order to maintain his fighting spirit, he only used demon illusions to check his progress.

This is probably the purpose of the Human Flesh Society, so that those half-demon who have become accustomed to a peaceful life can develop a common hatred for the enemy, so that they will not be timid even if they enter the battlefield in the future.

The young magician halfway up the mountain was still talking non-stop. Whenever he talked about the hatefulness of human beings, he pointed at the dozen human beings tied to wooden stakes, as if they were going to be tortured by human beings for hundreds of thousands of years. Be responsible for everything you do.

"The demon clan not only wants to kill people, but also eat them all." Bald Man said in surprise. He had been listening carefully to the magician's words, "Brother Xiaoqiu, should you think of a way..."

"Nothing can be done." Yang Chuang said sternly, "An Xiangxing has told us that we will just wait here and do nothing. The lives of a dozen mortals are not worth exposing us to."

Yang Chuang was aware of the existence of the illusion, but he couldn't tell who sent it. Otherwise, he would ask Mu Xingqiu to stop casting the spell immediately. He just wanted to hide and did not want to conflict with anyone.

The bald man fell silent, and after a while he said in a very low voice: "Oh my God, I drank human blood before. It makes me sick just thinking about it. How could I do that? Fortunately, I don't eat meat. God. Look how pitiful they are, who wants to be eaten? Even the cows and sheep shed tears when they are killed..."

Yang Chuang was dissatisfied with Baldy's nagging, but seeing that Mu Xingqiu remained silent, he didn't stop him.

Mu Xingqiu was thinking of a way. He couldn't remain indifferent, nor could he come up with all kinds of excuses like Yang Chuang to excuse himself. He was a human being. In order to fight against the demons, he had to unite with the demons, but this did not mean that he would forget. own identity.

But he won't act recklessly, and rashly showing up to save people will only destroy the purpose of his trip.

If the hidden Wangshan Taoist priest could be found, he might be able to be controlled to rescue these dozen humans. Mu Xingqiu secretly increased his mana in order to find people faster.

Fortunately, the sorcerer's speech was very long, which gave Mu Xingqiu a lot of time. It only made the humans tied to the stakes frightened and frightened, with no hope at all.

The magician also took out an ancient god statue, and then cleverly connected the ancient god with the royal family of the King of Sacrifice. This was easy. Tuoshan was somewhat like a statue, and the four dynasties of the southeast, northwest, and northwest formed the symbol of thunder. This made the Tuo family suddenly look different.

The mood of the demons gradually changed, their hatred for humans became more urgent, and their loyalty to the King of Sacrifice increased.

These emotions will not last for a few days, but after the Hundred Days Human Flesh Meeting is over, they will be able to meet the expectations of King Saishen and Wangshan Taoist Priest.

The sorcerer's speech seemed to be coming to an end. The demon soldiers escorting the humans drew their swords out of their sheaths and waited for an order to kill people, cut their bodies into pieces, and distribute their flesh and blood among the demons.

Of course, a dozen humans are not enough for the seven or eight thousand monsters to share the food, but this is just a ritual. As long as the monsters' hearts are filled with desire for human flesh, it will be considered successful.

Mu Xingqiu had to take the risk of being exposed and increase his mana again. He had narrowed the search area to the gathering place of more than 300 monsters, where the famous Taoist priest from Wangshan must be hiding.

An accident disrupted Mu Xingqiu's rescue plan.

A giant dragon with brilliant golden light rose from the corner and flew quickly to the mountainside. At first, the demons thought it was the work of the magician and applauded one after another. The magician on the platform was also a little puzzled and did not react until the golden dragon approached. , but it was too late to stop it.

The golden dragon exploded in the air, defeating the illumination magic, and the mountains and mountains were immediately plunged into darkness.

"There are humans!" the sorcerer shouted, and the group of monsters at the bottom of the mountain were in a mess. Some were roaring and looking for spies, while others turned around and wanted to run away because they didn't want to cause trouble. There were also many banshees and little monsters in the middle, who were frightened and cried and screamed. , the scene became even more chaotic.

Several more gorgeous spells rose into the air. It was obvious that a large number of magic spells were sent out by casual cultivators, and a large number of magic arts rushed to intercept them. The fight was quite lively.

The casual cultivator's rescue was a big help to Mu Xingqiu, and he could concentrate on finding the master of the demon's illusion.

Finally, he determined his target. The man was preparing to attack the casual cultivators, so he was clearly exposed.

"How long will it take if we don't leave now? This is the best opportunity." Yang Chuang urged. The chaos fulfilled his wish. Leaving now will not arouse any suspicion.

"We'll meet at the inn after dawn." Before Mu Xingqiu could finish his words, he had already disappeared among the fleeing monsters.

There were cries and figures everywhere, and Yang Chuang couldn't find Mu Xingqiu's shadow even if he used magic.

The bald man laughed softly. He knew that Brother Xiaoqiu was not a person who refused to save anyone.

Mu Xingqiu felt a little uneasy at this moment. The caster of the demon illusion seemed not to be Wangshan Taoist priest. This caster had already found the location of a casual cultivator and was about to launch an attack. Mu Xingqiu only had a very short time to stop it. .