Chapter 0669 Hidden Illusion
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 shaking even more when they saw 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 he 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 keep his illusion as weak as possible 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 almost impossible humans 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 had 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 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 the illusion that stirred 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. All illusions are the same. The impact on emotions is temporary and will soon disappear with the passage of time. Wangshan Taoist needs a group of warriors who hate humans wholeheartedly, so they let the witchcraft masters of Sheshen Country arouse the fighting spirit of the monsters, and they only use the magic of the demons to check the progress.
This is probably the purpose of the human flesh meeting, so that those half-monsters who have been accustomed to peaceful life can have a common hatred of the enemy, and they will not be timid even if they go to the battlefield in the future.
The young witchcraft master halfway up the mountain is still talking non-stop. Whenever he talks about the hateful things about humans, he points his finger at the more than ten humans tied to the stakes, as if they are responsible for everything humans have done for more than 100,000 years.
"The demons not only want to kill people, but also eat them all." The bald man said in surprise. He had been listening carefully to the sorcerer's words. "Brother Xiaoqiu, shouldn't you think of a way..."
"We can't do anything." Yang Chuang said sternly, "An Xiangxing has told us to wait here honestly and do nothing. The lives of more than a dozen mortals are not worth exposing for this."
Yang Chuang could sense the existence of the illusion, but he couldn't tell who cast it. Otherwise, he would ask Mu Xingqiu to stop casting the spell immediately. He just wanted to hide and didn't want to conflict with any party.
The bald man didn't say anything. After a while, he said in a very low voice: "Oh my God, I used to drink human blood. I feel sick just thinking about it. How could I do such a thing? Fortunately, I don't eat meat. Oh my God, look how pitiful they are. Who wants to be eaten? Even the cows and sheep will shed tears when they are killed..."
Yang Chuang was very dissatisfied with the bald man's nagging, but seeing that Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything, he didn't stop it.
Mu Xingqiu was thinking of a way. He couldn't remain indifferent, nor could he come up with all kinds of reasons like Yang Chuang to make excuses for standing idly by. He was a human being, and in order to fight against the demons, he had to unite with the demons, but this did not mean that he would forget his identity.
But he would not act rashly. Showing up to save people rashly would only destroy the purpose of his trip.
If he could find the hidden Taoist priest Wangshan, he might be able to control him to rescue the dozen humans. Mu Xingqiu quietly increased his magic power to find people faster.
Fortunately, the sorcerer's speech was very long, which gave Mu Xingqiu a lot of time, but it was hard for the humans tied to the stakes. They were shocked and frightened, and could not see any hope.
The sorcerer also took out an ancient statue, and then cleverly linked the ancient god with the royal family of the Sheshen Kingdom. This was easy. Tuoshan had some meaning of statues, and the four dynasties in the southeast, northwest and northeast just formed the thunder character, which made the Tuo royal family stand out all of a sudden.
The emotions of the group of demons gradually changed, and their hatred for humans became urgent, and their loyalty to the Sheshen King rose.
These emotions will not last for a few days, but after the Hundred Days Human Flesh Meeting is over, they will meet the expectations of the Self-Sacrificing King and the Taoist Wangshan.
The sorcerer's speech seemed to be coming to an end. The demon soldiers escorting the humans drew their swords and waited for an order to kill and dismember the bodies and distribute the flesh and blood to the demons.
A dozen humans are certainly not enough for seven or eight thousand demons to share, but this is just a ritual. As long as the demons have a desire for human flesh, it will be considered a success.
Mu Xingqiu had to increase his magic power again at the risk of being exposed. He has narrowed the search range to the gathering place of more than three hundred demons, and the Taoist Wangshan must be hiding there.
An accident disrupted Mu Xingqiu's rescue plan.
A golden dragon rose from the corner and quickly flew to the middle of the mountain. The demons thought it was the masterpiece of the sorcerer at first, and they cheered. The sorcerer on the platform was also a little puzzled. It was not until the golden dragon approached that they reacted, but it was too late to stop it.
The golden dragon exploded in the air, defeating the lighting magic, and the mountain and the ground immediately fell into darkness.
"There are humans!" The magician shouted, and the demons at the foot of the mountain were in chaos. Some roared and wanted to find spies, while others turned around and wanted to escape without causing trouble. There were also many female demons and little demons in the middle, who were frightened and cried and screamed, making the scene even more chaotic.
Several more gorgeous spells rose into the air. Obviously, the spells cast by the casual cultivators, a large number of demons rushed up to intercept, and the fight was quite lively.
The casual cultivators helped Mu Xingqiu a lot by saving people, and he could concentrate on finding the owner of the magic of the demon clan.
Finally, he determined the target, and the man was about to attack the casual cultivator, so he was clearly exposed.
"If you don't leave now, when will you leave? This is the best opportunity." Yang Chuang urged, and the chaos fulfilled his wish. Leaving at this time would not arouse any suspicion.
"Meet at the inn after dawn." Before Mu Xingqiu finished speaking, he had disappeared among the fleeing demons.
There were cries and figures everywhere, and even if Yang Chuang used magic, he couldn't find Mu Xingqiu.
The bald man laughed softly, and he knew that Xiaoqiu was not the kind of person who would just watch someone die without helping.
Mu Xingqiu felt a little uneasy at the moment. The caster of the magic magic didn't seem to be Taoist Wangshan. The caster had already found the location of a casual cultivator and was about to launch an attack. Mu Xingqiu had only a very short time to stop him.