What was a demon?
What was weird?
Were these two things more difficult to deal with than ghosts?
Lin Que wanted to ask what was going on, but demons and monsters seemed to be classified.
Mao Fang did not say much.
The topic changed to the cause of Lin Qiong's death.
Upon hearing that Lin Que's sister had died in the hands of a cult priest not long ago, the fat man, who exuded the aura of an expert, immediately slapped his thigh. He actually knew some inside information.
"Seventeen years ago, there was a large-scale sacrificial event in Jianghai City. That was also the first time that the cult appeared.”
"This is the second time!"
Lin Que's expression tightened.”
Mao Fang lowered his voice and said those two bloody words.
"Blood Sect."
"Blood Sect…"
Lin Que leaned back in his chair and murmured softly.
The people in the restaurant were eating and chatting. In the melodious music, everyone's faces were peaceful and happy.
Time is peaceful?
There was no such thing as a peaceful time.
He laughed at himself and thought of the term Blood Sect.
He had actually heard this term before.
He had heard it from his parents when he was young.
Blood Sect.
The evil cult that was active in Jianghai City seventeen years ago.
How prosperous was it back then?
Not only did it have a large number of believers, but it also had influence in the upper class. It had established hundreds of charitable organizations of all sizes.
On the surface, it was to donate blood to save lives. It was to promote that human blood contained the essence of life and was a gift from the gods to humans. People should donate blood to save critically ill lives.
As for the God that the Blood Sect believed in…
However, no one knew the true form of the god.
Even the teachings only mentioned how great and omniscient the gods were, but did not mention their real names at all.
However, the strange thing was that such a joke-like religion had developed quite smoothly in Jianghai area.
It was as if there was a black hand behind the scenes.
Until the winter solstice seventeen years ago, when the sacrificial ceremony shocked the world.
Nearly 1,000 people slit their wrists at home and committed suicide, claiming that they wanted to return the rewards of the gods to heaven and earth and return to the embrace of the gods after death.
Although they managed to save a lot of people, more than 600 people died.
"At that time, I was still a student. The news for the past few days was about the arrest of someone. However, since then, the Blood Sect has completely disappeared and never appeared again.”
"And those officials who were implicated have basically stepped down.”
"Now, it has appeared again…and it even left behind a totem so brazenly, afraid that we will forget what happened seventeen years ago.”
Mao Fang waved his hand and asked for a bottle of red wine.
Then, he dipped his finger in some wine and drew a strange totem on the table.
"This is the religious totem of the Blood Sect.”
"Basically, it looks like an octopus with tusks…and a long nose.”
"It's just ugly."
Lin Que silently committed this totem to memory.
The two of them ate something and drank a bottle of wine. The atmosphere gradually became familiar. The topic gradually relaxed. When they talked about some supernatural incidents that they had solved in the past, Fatty was beaming.
Lin Que roughly understood.
This Celestial Sect of Wonders expert was different from what he had imagined.
He wasn't the kind of Daoist priest who cultivated his cultivation.
Mao Fang relied on his sharp senses to exorcise and suppress ghosts.
It was a spiritual sense that was specifically targeted at demons and ghosts.
In addition, there were a few methods of exorcising evil spirits recorded in the ancient Feng Shui book passed down in the family, as well as some special modern technology products.
He had traveled extensively over the years and accumulated a lot of experience.
This could already be considered an expert!
There was no magic power.
There were no talismans.
There was no flying sword!
In his words, most of the folk experts in the country were like this. Just like in many tomb robbing novels, they relied on their family's ultimate skills.
In fact, those were methods passed down from ancient times for humans to fight against the Anomalies.
"Where are the priests and monks?"
"They can also exorcise ghosts and catch demons, but it's not as mysterious as in movies and dramas…How should I put it?”
"Daoism and Buddhism are equivalent to a professional background.”
"Us folk cultivators are just unorthodox cultivators. Wild Fox Zen…there's actually no difference.”
This made Lin Que a little disappointed.
He was still fantasizing about the revival of myths in the Origin World…He was also fantasizing that one day, he would be able to grasp the power of gods!
However, it was all nonsense!
Only the supernatural and ghostly qi had revived.
The gods and buddhas were high and mighty and did not care about such trivial matters.
Or rather, there were no gods or Buddhas in the Origin World.
The so-called immortals and saints were nothing more than a method that humans created to resist the Anomalies. It was a kind of imagination and self-comfort.
"Also, martial artists can use their blood essence to deter demons and ghosts.
"Other than that, there's no other way."
"Brother, this world is very difficult!”
Not long after, the two of them began to call each other brothers.
"Brother Lin, I haven't asked you yet. Which sect are you from? Wing Chun? Xingyi?"
"Uh, I'm a handyman, so I know a little.”
A little, a hundred million.
"I see. Speaking of which, I also know a girl who practices Wing Chun. Her fist technique can really beat ten people. If there's a chance, I'll introduce you to her.”
"Wing Chun…sure."
Lin Que laughed dryly.
He remembered that he had personally killed several Nanyang masters who practiced Wing Chun at the Chinese Martial Arts World Cup.
This world also had martial arts inheritances.
However, the practice of martial arts was clearly not as good as that world.
He didn't know how many people could reach Ruhua and how many could achieve Controlled Dan. If there was a chance, he really wanted to ask them.
"Then what realm are you at? I heard that you martial artists are divided into some kind of open force and hidden force, right?”
Lin Que was a little humble and didn't tell the truth.
"Me? I barely managed to neutralize my strength.”
"Pfft-"
Mao Fang spat out a mouthful of wine.
The wine sprayed out from his mouth and landed on Lin Que's clothes. The next second, he shook it gently and all the wine seemed to fly up. This magic-like scene attracted the attention of others.
Mao Fang's eyes widened and he hissed,""Transform, transform strength! Grandmasters!"
"What's wrong? Is it rare to see HuaJin?"
"Boss, please take me!"
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The fourth watch.
I missed a chapter because of a cold.
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