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What is a demon?

What is weird?

Are these two things harder to deal with than ghosts?

Lin Que wanted to ask what happened, but it seemed that monsters and weirdness belonged to secrets.

The Mao side did not talk much.

As soon as the topic changed, it turned to the cause of Lin Qiong’s death.

As soon as he heard that Lin Que’s younger sister was killed by a cult priest not long ago, this fat man who exuded an aura of superiority immediately slapped his thigh, knowing something inside.

“Seventeen years ago, a large-scale sacrificial activity was launched in Jianghai City, which was the first appearance of that cult.”

“This time, it’s the second time!”

Lin Que’s expression tightened: “What is the name of that cult?”

Mao Fang lowered his voice, and uttered two bloody words one by one.

“Blood Religion.”

“The Blood Cult…”

Lin Que leaned on the chair, whispering softly.

Everyone in the restaurant was eating and talking. Amid the melodious music, everyone’s faces were peaceful and joyful.

The years are quiet?

There is no such thing as quiet time.

He laughed at himself, thinking of the term Blood Cult.

This word… He has actually heard it before.

That’s what he heard from his parents when he was a child.

Blood Cult.

A cult that was active in Jianghai City seventeen years ago.

How prosperous was it back then?

Not only are there a huge number of believers, they even have influence in the upper class, and hundreds of charitable organizations of all sizes have been formed under their names.

In name, it is to donate blood to save people, and to promote that human blood contains the essence of life, and it is a gift from gods to human beings. People should donate blood to save critically ill lives.

As for the gods believed by the blood religion.

But no one knows the real body of the god.

Even in the doctrine, it only mentions how great and omniscient the gods are, but they don’t mention their real names at all.

But the strange thing is that this kind of religion, which seems like a joke, has developed quite smoothly in the Jianghai area.

It was as if there was a black hand pushing behind the scenes.

Until the winter solstice seventeen years ago, the sacrificial event that shocked the whole world.

Nearly a thousand people committed suicide by cutting their wrists at home, claiming that they wanted to return the rewards of the gods to the heaven and the earth, and return to the embrace of the gods after death.

Although many people were rescued, more than 600 people died.

“I was still a student at that time, and the daily news in those few days was that someone was caught, but since then, the Blood Cult has completely disappeared and never appeared again.”

“And those officials who have been implicated have basically stepped down.”

“Now, it reappeared…and blatantly left a totem, lest we forget what happened seventeen years ago.”

Mao Fang waved and asked for a bottle of red wine.

Then he dipped his finger in some wine and drew a weird totem on the table.

“This is the religious totem of the Blood Cult.”

“Generally, it’s a bit like an octopus with ivory… and a long nose.”

“It’s just ugly.”

Lin Que silently kept this totem in his heart.

The two of them ate something and drank a bottle of wine, and the atmosphere gradually became familiar, and the topic gradually opened up. When they talked about some supernatural events that had been solved before, the fat man beamed with joy.

Lin Que roughly understood.

This [Xuanmen master] is not what he imagined.

Not the kind of Taoist priest who cultivates the truth.

Mao Fang exorcised ghosts and suppressed ghosts, relying on his keen perception.

That’s a spiritual perception specially aimed at demons and ghosts.

In addition, there are several methods of exorcising evil and ghosts recorded in the ancient Feng Shui books handed down by the family, and there are also some specially-made modern technological products.

Over the years, I have traveled far and wide and accumulated a lot of experience.

This can already be regarded as a [master]!

No mana.

There is no magic weapon.

There is no such thing as Yujian Flying to the Sky!

In his words, most folk masters in the country are like this now, and like many novels written in the genre of tomb robbers, they all rely on first-hand family traditions.

In fact, those are all passed down from ancient times, the way humans fight against weirdness.

“Where are the Taoist monks?”

“They can also exorcise ghosts and catch demons, but they are not as mysterious as those in movies and TV dramas…how should I put it?”

“Taoism and Buddhism are equivalent to a professional background.”

“We folk casual cultivators, Yeluzi, Yehuchan… Actually, there is no difference.”

This made Lin Que a little disappointed.

He also fantasizes that the main world can have stories such as the revival of myths… He also fantasizes that one day he will be able to master the power of a god!

It’s just that it’s all nonsense!

Only the ghostly ghost energy revived.

The gods and Buddhas are high above them, so they don’t care about these crap things.

In other words, there are no gods and Buddhas in the main world.

The so-called immortals and holy Buddhas are nothing more than a means, a kind of imagination, and a kind of self-comfort created by human beings to fight against weirdness.

“Also, warriors can deter demons and ghosts by pumping up their blood.

“There is no other way.”

“Brother, this world is difficult!”

Not long after, the two began to call each other brothers.

“Brother Lin, I haven’t asked you yet, what school are you practicing? Wing Chun? Xingyi?”

“Uh, I’m a handyman, so I know a little bit about it.”

Understand a little bit, understand a billion points.

“Well, speaking of which, I also know a girl who practices Wing Chun. She can really hit ten punches with one hand. I have the opportunity to introduce you to each other.”

“Wing Chun… okay. ”

Lin Que gave a dry laugh.

He remembered that at the Guoshu World Cup, he personally killed several Nanyang masters practicing Wing Chun.

This world also has the inheritance of martial arts.

But the atmosphere of martial arts training is obviously not as good as that of that world.

I don’t know how many people can become transformed, and how many people can hold pills. If there is a chance, he would like to ask for advice.

“Then what state are you in? I heard that you, Lian Jiazi, seem to be trying to distinguish between explicit energy and dark energy, right?”

Lin Que was a little humble and didn’t tell the truth.

“Me, I’m going to be strong enough.”

“Pfft—”

Mao Fang spat out the wine in a gulp.

The spewed wine fell on Lin Que’s clothes, but he shook it lightly in the next second, and all the wine seemed to fly up. This magical scene aroused the attention of others.

Mao Fang’s eyes widened even more, and hissed: “Hua, Huajin! Grandmaster!!”

“What’s the matter, Huajin is rare?”

“Boss, please bring me!”

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