The Secret History of Mars

Shi Yi Ji At 23:48 on April 15, 2014, Wuzhi Qi, who was entering meditation in the Yonghui Underground Palace of Qi Yan Ji, suddenly felt restless!

He has had Buddha eyes opened for many years, but he feels sad and restless!

The feeling seems to be that all living beings are crying and all things are sad!

In the seventh-level pagoda, a demon will be resurrected again, and human sacrifice is being carried out in a certain time and space in this world!

Wuzhiqi was so anxious that the tens of billions of Saha worlds were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, and it was difficult to locate them for a while.

But that cry is deafening and full of despair. In the Saha world, it is like a tragic background music that cannot be ignored!

The first thing Wuzhiqi thought of was to go to the seventh-level pagoda and ask for an explanation!

But this soul-shaking cry is so powerful that it can make all the gods restless, not to mention that Wuzhiqi is only close to the body of a god and cannot enter samadhi at all!

Helpless, Wu Zhiqi could only listen to these cries as much as possible, hoping to find the time and space coordinates of the human sacrifice and stop it in time!

And his intuition told Wuzhiqi that he had to be quick. This kind of human sacrifice, no matter where it was, would not take too long, because the devil did not have much patience in order to be resurrected.

But Wuzhiqi didn't know at that time that one hour in the Shi Yi Ji was one month in the Qi Yan Ji, and this human sacrifice was the carnival of the demons in the Shi Yi Ji, which lasted for seventy-two hours!

When Wuzhiqi Shen traveled to one Saha world after another, he finally came to the entrance of the peninsula strait of Bengzi Kingdom in the Shiyi Period and looked at the middle of the sea surrounded by a group of warships, and when he saw a ferry that was about to sink completely to the bottom of the sea, It was already April 17, 2014 in Shi Yi Ji, and seventy hours had passed since Wuzhiqi heard the first cry of a child!

This is a human sacrifice set up by the devil's believers on the sea, and the altar is an old ferry.

There were 325 students on the ferry, and all civilian and international rescue teams were blocked by warships with live ammunition.

Wuzhi Qi, whose soul was suspended in mid-air, pressed his head and arrived in the command room of the largest warship. That should be where the priest of this human sacrifice was located. As long as the priest was deposed, this human sacrifice would be done. If not, the demon cannot be resurrected.

Wuzhi Qizhen thought seriously.

When he arrived at the command room, he discovered that he was wrong. It was indeed the command center of the entire human sacrifice, but the priest was not in it, but a middle-aged woman with a face like a Bodhisattva, controlling it remotely through satellite TV!

"There are no photos leaked from the scene, right?" the woman asked, as if this was just an ordinary high-end meeting that needed to be kept confidential.

"Reporting to the President, several divers from civil society tried to sneak into the altar, but they have been intercepted by our submarines! The altar is already inside the copper and iron walls built by our navy, army and air force. Not even a fly can fly out!" The one who spoke was a middle-aged man. A young man in military uniform looks like a general commanding with determination.

"How did the parents react?" The woman was satisfied with the answer of the man in military uniform and continued to ask.

"The mainstream media has released news that all the children have been rescued safely and the parents' emotions have been appeased!" A young woman with glasses replied, "After the sacrifice is over, I will apologize to the public. Resigned for reporting false news!"

"Very good, the land deed of the peninsula is already in your name!" The woman nodded with satisfaction.

"Swear allegiance to my god to the death, and wish my god a successful resurrection!" The bespectacled woman cried with gratitude and knelt down on her knees.

"How many children have been sent away?" the woman continued to ask, with a kind expression, as if asking about the daily operations of the school.

"Reporting to the President, there are a total of 325 students. Except for the 25 who initially jumped off the ship and escaped and were kidnapped by civil groups, the remaining 300 are very obedient and stay in the ferry cabin for less than an hour. If all the ferries sink, 300 students will go down to report!" The speaker was a gray-haired old man who looked amiable.

"Principal Park, we need 300 children for the resurrection of God. You don't have many children, and you don't leave any margin. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it!" The woman's voice was not angry. Self-prestige.

The old man immediately trembled all over and knelt down. "President, please spare my life. The teachers did not discipline those naughty children well. Therefore, in addition to the 300 students who were guaranteed to be sent, the five accompanying teachers also stayed in the ferry cabin. Stay with the students!”

"That's good. These teachers sacrificed their lives for God, so we need to give them a good burial!" The woman heard the principal's explanation, and her tone became more kind. "But, the resurrection of our God must be a child. If one of them is missing, they will be buried." If we can’t succeed, you must pay close attention to the last critical moment of more than an hour, and you must not make any mistakes!”

"Yes!" Everyone in the warship command room said in unison!

Wuzhiqi's soul hanging in the air heard such a conversation that was indignant to both humans and gods. He raised his head and cursed viciously, "God, you are so blind. You still dare not open your eyes to see this hell on earth!"

Despite the scolding, Wuzhiqi still wanted to stop the human sacrifice immediately, and then go to the priest to settle the score!

He flew over the ferry, but he had no choice. As the general said, the evil spirit of the encirclement and suppression by the sea, land and air forces was too strong. In addition, most of the children on the ferry had drowned at this time. The devil's spirit was already ready to move on the ferry. The cabin formed a deep karma, forcing Wuzhiqi to be unable to get close!

Wuzhiqi made a prompt decision, took out the golden cudgel's soul weapon, cut off one arm of his soul, chanted a spell in his mouth, and began to break the karma!

"Report to the captain, the ferry was suddenly shrouded in unknown thick fog, and the scene inside the cabin is currently unobservable!" An operator's nervous and frightened voice sounded in the warship's command cabin.

In an instant, the entire command cabin was filled with deathly despair.

"Captain, please get the warship closer. No one is left alive!" Principal Park, with beads of sweat as big as peas on his forehead, begged the middle-aged man who looked like a general.

"Shut up, enter the center of the altar without permission, if you disturb the resurrection of my god, can you bear the responsibility?!" The man in military uniform roared out of breath, covering up his inner timidity.

"Hold still, continue to observe, and report at any time!" After completing this task, the man in military uniform will be able to complete the task perfectly and retire honorably with the highest honor of the navy, army and air force. He does not want to act impulsively at such a critical moment. stable!

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This is the worst ferry disaster in Bengzi since 1970. The official death toll is 299 minors and 5 adults.

Two years later, the president of Bengzi State stepped down, and rumors spread among the people that he was abandoned by the devil because he angered the gods!

Three years later, the sunken ferry hull was salvaged and there was no one in the cabin!

Since then, there has been a child guarding the door of the seventh-level pagoda, but this child is blind and is called an angel with closed eyes in the divine world.

Every time Wuzhiqi went to the seventh-level pagoda to challenge the devil, he would stop for a while and touch the child's head when he passed by.