Do not engage in underworld operations in the human world!

Regardless of whether Jiang Lu is a human or not, at least Huang Xiu'e, the person involved, does not know what happened. Her not knowing naturally means she does not have any thoughts, so Jiang Lu's behavior is harmless.

On the contrary, compared to Jiang Lu's attitude of always asking her for help when there was something and ignoring her when there was nothing, Huang Xiu'e felt that the attitude of other people at this time was a little abnormal.

She just took a nap, she didn't die, why is everyone so excited?
But it is not the case that Jiang Lu really did not recognize Huang Xiu'e. In the end, Jin Yao picked up Huang Xiu'e out of guilt, which gave him a way out.

"Although it's not my cat, it's somewhat similar to mine. If you really like it, take it with you. I have no objection." Jiang Lu said in a high-sounding manner.

Except for Hong Yi, the other three felt that these words sounded familiar, as if Jiang Lu had said something similar when Huang Xiu'e first appeared in front of them on Gaishi Mountain.

Scythe and the performer became more and more suspicious that this was actually the cat that was on the helicopter at the beginning, and not some so-called guardian beast. It was just that for some unknown reason, it had undergone some slight changes after coming from the real world.

"Oh, right." Jiang Lu suddenly asked Hong Yi, not knowing whether it was to change the subject or not, "Do you have a way to contact your employer? We suddenly changed the agreed time, so we have to find a way to tell him."

"Not only is there, but there are two ways, but one is more secretive and the other is more open." Hong Yi replied.

"It's better to be secretive. Let's keep it a little more secretive."

"If we want to be more secretive, we can tell him secretly."

"?" Jiang Lu was so angry that he laughed: "You call this a secret, right? And you can secretly tell him that I won't go there early? Doesn't it mean that you don't want to go to the law enforcement bureau anymore?"

"Then we have to make a big show of it."

Hong Yi took out a thick firecracker from somewhere and introduced it:

"This is a special signal flare we use to call for help. It's daytime now, so the effect may be reduced. If it were night, half of the Sanqing Realm would be able to see it."

“This is a bit too much fanfare.”

The heavenly calamity has just appeared, and its residual power is still there. The storm has not yet passed, and this big incident can be seen by half of the Three Pure Ones Realm. There is no need to think about it, it is definitely not good.

"Then there's nothing we can do." Hong Yi put away the flare.

"No, isn't there a more advanced method, such as voice transmission?" Jiang Lu found it very strange. The dignified Lord Dong had to use such a primitive method to contact him. It was simply laughable.

Hong Yi replied helplessly: "Yes, there is, but the Lord's voice transmission channel is private."

"Private? What Twitter and Telegram group?" Jiang Lu exclaimed that he knew how to play.

"Think about it, as a person of such a respected and prominent status, there will be no shortage of people who want to see him, not only his relatives, friends and believers around him, but also people from all over the world. If everyone can easily talk to him through telepathy, then wouldn't he be bothered by noise all the time?"

Hong Yi explained: "So the Lord's voice transmission channel is set to private. Only talents certified by him are qualified to contact him at any time, and I am not one of them."

After listening to Hong Yi's explanation and thinking carefully about what happened when he was in power, Jiang Lu was able to understand.

Indeed, if anyone can contact him, not only will the authority of the superior be weakened invisibly, but the superior will also feel troubled by this. After all, no one can relax if they are disturbed by all kinds of trivial matters every day.

So apart from taking the risk of going to the law enforcement agency, which is like a frightened bird at this moment, is there no other way?
Not necessarily.

When Jiang Lu put himself in the other's shoes and thought about it, he came up with an idea that can be used now.

Law Enforcement Bureau, Supervision Office.

With earthquakes and natural disasters as cover, no one doubted that the problem with Dong Wanggong's cell was man-made.

Because the previous cell was damaged, Dong Wanggong was imprisoned in a new cell.

At this moment, he was leaning against the corner, carefully recalling the scene he had just seen.

Although it felt like someone was undergoing a tribulation at first glance, he had a vague intuition that it might not be a tribulation, because both the scope of the impact and the various strange phenomena it caused were things that even he had never seen before.

If there really are such people in the world, they should have been paid attention to by the higher-ups and listed as key observation targets long ago. When they are undergoing the tribulation, they should have been cared for by someone special, and should have completed the process in a deserted place.

And for some reason, he always felt that the scene was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

It feels like being a child who was kidnapped at a very young age and revisiting the old place many years later. Looking at the surrounding environment, all kinds of memories come to mind, but they are very vague, and you are not sure whether they are real or just memories made up by your mind.

Ever since the heavenly calamity subsided, Dong Wanggong has been thinking about this matter. He tried hard to find clues about this familiar feeling in his memories.

But unfortunately, he had lived too long and experienced too much, so to do this was even more difficult than finding a person's name in an incomplete ancient history book of five thousand years.

As he continued to work hard, a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

This is a smell that does not exist in this world. Only the gods who have established the Tao can smell it. It is called "incense."

Along with the fragrance, a trace of faith power, which was insignificant to Dong Wanggong, merged into his body, which slowly brought him back to reality from his memories.

"Someone is offering sacrifice to me?"

Dong Wanggong felt a little strange.

Although he is a distinguished immortal among immortals, as a man who doesn't care about anything other than himself and the Queen Mother of the West, he has no presence in folk mythology and his popularity is not very high. Therefore, he has never been very popular. In the end, no one would worship him.

But he doesn't care. Compared with those functional gods who rely on incense and wishes as their main source of income, even if he doesn't need any incense and wishes, he can still live a very free and easy life. He occasionally appears in the human world and fulfills the wishes of those who worship him just for fun. He doesn't make money from this at all.

So when he suddenly felt that someone was offering sacrifices to him, he was so surprised. After all, it had been more than a hundred years since the last time someone offered sacrifices to him.

So he couldn't help but become interested, and he immediately carefully checked the worshiper's request, thinking that as long as it was not too excessive, no matter what the wish was, it would be fulfilled.

But it doesn't matter if you don't watch it, you will be shocked when you see it. It is a sacrifice, yes, but this is not an ordinary sacrifice at all, but a genuine evil sacrifice that has been lost for a long time!

This method of sacrifice is completely used to worship evil gods.

This is like a normal sacrifice is a live broadcast reward, while the offering to evil gods is an offline transaction, and this kind of sacrifice is usually used when requesting some special service.

This kind of sacrifice is even more sinister. It is completely different from the saying "you give me incense and I will bless you with good weather and good harvests". Usually it is "you give me your soul and I will help you kill people".

As long as the soul is heavy enough, even the gods will give it to you!
The gods who are targeted by this kind of evil sacrifice, let alone helping people realize their wishes, will at best be stabbed in the back by their colleagues for the rest of their lives, and be criticized behind their backs for having problematic lifestyles. In serious cases, they will be directly expelled from the list of gods and held criminally liable.

This made Dong Wanggong very angry. He had finally waited for a believer to worship him, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a cultist like your mother.

There are bad people among the masses!

"Who the hell wants to frame me?! I'm going to fucking kill you today!"

After saying that, Dong Wanggong disappeared directly into the cell.
"Are you sure this is really okay?"

Jin Yao and Hong Yi, who were helping Jiang Lu, asked uncertainly.

The performers who had finished their work also had strange expressions: "Why do I always feel so scared?"

As for Sickle, he was retching at the side at this moment, because when everyone had split up to collect materials, he was in a group with Jiang Lu, and Jiang Lu dug out a rotten corpse from a mass grave in front of him, wrapped it in cloth and asked him to carry it. The smell was simply unbearable for him, and he had been vomiting for more than ten minutes but still couldn't hold back the nausea.

On the makeshift altar, apart from the few incense sticks that looked normal, there were dog legs, sheep horns, straw dolls, rotten corpses, and weird sacrificial texts, each more sinister than the other.

"I guarantee it will be fine." Jiang Lu clapped his hands after finishing everything and said confidently, "This is the most ancient and traditional sacrifice. The person being sacrificed can hear the voice of the prayer. Plus, I still have the hair that was left when he was sent to prison for testing. I can only say it's a sure thing!"

"But the priests I've seen don't look like this." Hong Yi still had some doubts.

"You don't understand. Ordinary sacrifices are like registered mail. They are sent, but it's not certain whether people will read them or not."

Jiang Lu explained:
"But mine is different. Mine is an expedited confidentiality document. It can be sent directly to the person in question. He has to read it whether he wants to or not."

Jiang Lu could only say that he was very familiar with this sacrificial process.

Because he had often received such sacrifices, which were evil sacrifices that had long been lost to ordinary gods, and he had to deal with several of them every day, so it might be difficult for him to do something normal, but for him to deal with an evil sacrifice was easier than making a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Sure enough, just a moment after the sacrifice was completed, a gust of cold wind blew by.

It was broad daylight, but it made several people shudder subconsciously.

The straw doll with Dong Wanggong's hair hanging on the altar suddenly sat up from the top of the rotten corpse in front of everyone.

Jin Yao and Hong Yi frowned instantly, and the performer even uttered a coquettish exclamation like an old sister-in-law. Where was Sickle? He was busy retching and had no time to watch.

The straw doll, which was serving as a medium for communicating with the object of worship, turned its head mechanically and successfully established contact with the object of worship, Dong Wang Gong, and was able to act as a megaphone to allow people on both sides to communicate. At this time, a big hand appeared out of thin air.

The big hand grabbed the straw man doll and crushed the head of the rotten corpse, which was the main sacrifice, like a beef ball.

Seeing this scene, Jin Yao and Hong Yi, who had been trying hard to hold back their inner discomfort, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and ran to the sickle to vomit. The sickle, who had almost finished vomiting and felt a little better, heard the sound of the two people vomiting and smelled the smell. The fishy sweetness in his throat came back again, and he returned to the battlefield.

The performers then joined in, leaving Kang Yool alone facing the altar.

After the big hand crushed the rotten corpse, the figure of Dong Wanggong gradually appeared. It turned out that he had not arrived yet, but after realizing that the evil sacrifice was completed, he destroyed the altar in advance to avoid being unable to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Let me see who the hell is trying to frame me in broad daylight?!"

Dong Wanggong was standing on the altar and roaring, but when he saw Jiang Lu smiling, all his anger suddenly stopped.

"No, buddy."

His expression suddenly became very strange.

Reason told him that he should be angry, but he suddenly couldn't get angry anymore and could only ask helplessly: "Why?"

Jiang Lu didn't answer him, but took two steps forward and patted his shoulder, "You're done. If your sister knew about this, you would be a bad boy who accepted evil worship."

"I didn't accept it!" Dong Wanggong defended himself loudly.

"Let me teach you a lesson." Jiang Lu sighed, "Why don't others worship others but you? Flies don't bite cracked eggs, and one hand can't clap. It must be that you did something wrong, and people think you are an evil god."

"I don't"

"Listen to my brother-in-law, and I won't tell your sister about this."

"You are distorting the facts!"

"The fact is that I summoned you here using evil sacrifice."

"You framed me!"

"Just tell me whether you will listen to your brother-in-law in the future?"

"hear"

"Okay, come over here and meet some new friends." (End of this chapter)