Chapter 8 Demonic Ritual

Lu Yao observed that the forest tribe had no belief in gods, no temples, and no totem-like symbols.

The shaman did not show dependence on gods like the prophet did. He was more like an experienced elder who guided the entire tribe based on the experience accumulated by his ancestors.

This was a good thing for Lu Yao.

If the forest tribe also believed in a certain god, there would probably be a conflict of faith, and a war might even break out between the tribes.

Now there is a wider road between the garlic tribe and the forest tribe. Houses have been built on both sides of the road, including huts of the garlic tribe and tree houses of the forest tribe. The two tribes have become closer.

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

Suddenly, he heard a faint mobile phone ring.

The ring rang for more than 20 seconds, and then rang again, over and over again.

The sound came from outside.

Lu Yao lived in an old community. His house was close to the outside, and outside was next to a semi-enclosed alley. The alley was usually used for parking, and many cars were covered with dust.

There were not many people in the alley during the day, and it was even quieter at night.

Lu Yao walked to the window and looked out.

There was only one cement street lamp in the parking alley, and the dim light could only illuminate an area under the lamp post, while the rest was pitch black.

Lu Yao saw something swaying left and right under the light, as if something was hanging on the lamp post.

He felt something was not good.

The street lamp was about twenty meters away from the window sill, and he could see a rough outline. Lu Yao observed carefully and found that there was a person hanging on the cement street lamp pole with a rope.

It was already night, and there was no sound on the street. The ringing of the mobile phone was particularly clear in the alley.

Lu Yao immediately dialed 110.

"Hello, police uncle? I am in the dormitory of the locomotive factory in Jiuyuan Community. There is a person hanging with a rope in the alley outside. Come over quickly."

The police asked about the address and situation in detail, told him not to act rashly, and they would come immediately.

Putting down the phone, Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of thing should be handled by professional police.

The dormant cactus follower jumped onto the windowsill. It faced the direction of the man in the alley, with its spikes stretched tight, as if it was very alert.

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

The cactus follower nodded.

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

"Great God Yao, if you say you can speak, your humble servant can speak."

The cactus follower knelt on the ground, and a strange voice came out of its green body.

It was difficult to distinguish between men and women in this voice.

Lu Yao was surprised: "Can you speak?"

"Your humble servant can speak only if you allow it to speak." The cactus follower said: "Otherwise, the humble servant cannot make his own voice."

Lu Yao thought about it, the pixel world and the real world have broken the wall, so it's no problem for this cactus to speak.

He asked, "What did you find about the person who was hung up?"

"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 deceive and manipulate believers."

Demon?

Lu Yao's face changed slightly.

"What is the difference between demons and gods?"

"Lord God, demons are heretical evil gods."

Lu Yao understood.

Demon... another name, that is, another god player. In addition to himself, there are other people who are also using "God Simulator" to obtain sacrifices.

He immediately remembered what Sister Peng said, that there are perverts in Jiuyuan Community, and he will strip people and hang them up.

Lu Yao secretly warned himself that he needed to be more cautious and not let others discover the simulator on his computer. Once the demon player knows, he will definitely snatch his magic props and attack him-then it will no longer be in the game.

He found a small flower pot and told the cactus follower: "Without my permission, you can't move or talk. You are a cactus. Stay here well, understand?"

"Yes, Lord God." The cactus follower bowed.

In the parking alley, the ringing of the mobile phone was still repeated, as if calling for help.

Lu Yao looked at the person hanging under the lamppost again. He seemed tired, no longer shaking and struggling, and his physical features became much clearer.

Under the light, the person was wearing a black bra, and 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 barbershop called Model Haircut opposite the community. Her work name was Lisa, and her real name was unknown.

Because the price of Model Haircut was affordable, a set of washing, cutting and blowing was 15 yuan, Lu Yao often cut hair there, so he had some impression of Lisa.

She had dyed her hair light blonde, was probably in her early twenties, spoke softly, didn't chatter or make awkward conversation, and wasn't annoying.

After Lisa was rescued by the police, she was terrified, and wrapped herself in a coat given to her by the police without saying a word, looking a little dazed.

Her body was covered with many strange symbols in blood. Those symbols looked like some kind of deformed Arabic numerals, which were connected to each other and like some kind of chains, wrapping her body layer by layer.

The police cordoned off the scene and went to Lu Yao's house to take a statement.

He told the truth about what he saw, but concealed the part about the simulator and the devil's ritual.

After the police rescued and took the statement, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

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

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

"This is the first time that your humble servant has come to your divine world. I was given life by the Lord of the Forest, but the divine world where the Lord of the Forest is located seems to be different from the divine world where you are. There is water everywhere... I am too small and I can't understand what kind of existence the divine world is."

"What does the God of the Forest look like?"

"You can't look directly at it. Just like the great god you, I can't describe the appearance of a great existence like you. I can only vaguely see some shadows revealed by the gods."

Lu Yao pried some information out of the cactus.

The cactus has no name. It is one of the many cactus followers created by the God of the Forest. It has been doing odd jobs in the temple all its life. The God of the Forest created cactus followers in the world where he was, sent their gifts to the pixel world, and never recalled them again.

It only knows that the temple is gradually dilapidated, which means the fall of the God of the Forest. Finally, the cactus was buried underground with the collapse of the temple, and was dug out by the people of the forest tribe many years later when they were looking for mushrooms and berries.

However, only gods can drive the cactus, and pixel life can't 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, your name is..."

Lu Yao pointed at the cactus's forehead and said, "Little Fire."