Chen Xingtian raised his palms in a seven-figure shape and rubbed something in the air, as if brushing against something, but also as if there was nothing. Only he knew the real situation.
An invisible ring of particles stretched from the distant tribe to the location of the bonfire. Under Chen Xingtian's control, it was continuously input into the nearby bonfire. It was precisely because of this that the flames took on a strange green color.
Copper particles!
Mix some copper powder into the burning bonfire, and after the flame reaction, the yellow flame can be turned into light green. It is generally useless, but it is very useful in such a sacrificial occasion.
For the control of some large particles in the air, the shape of the flame can be controlled in disguise. Tongues of flames are wrapped around the copper particles and swept out, like the claws of the devil or the tentacles of ghosts and gods.
The atmosphere has changed from mysterious and curious to weird and gloomy, and negative emotions have been continuously amplified. The prayer ceremony that was originally just and righteous is now like summoning evil spirits.
Chen Xingtian controlled all this silently and curled his lips. He didn't know why he always liked to do things that were demonic. Maybe telekinesis masters were born to play ghosts.
He looked at the crowds of people running away indifferently, and some of them froze in place, staring in disbelief at the scene that happened in front of them. Ali was also frightened and collapsed on the ground. This was originally the high priest who was in trouble for him. The rebirth ceremony that Immortal prepared was to thank the gods for protecting him, but why did it become like this? He didn't do anything?
Yes, although Ali was one of the very few people in the tribe who went to the city to study, the centuries-old tradition of the tribe still made him believe in theology. With limited knowledge, he could not understand the strangeness in front of him.
What's even more frightening is that there is a tongue of fire that seems to be staring at him, entangled with him again and again, like a poisonous snake locking its prey.
"Sassi!" (Help!)
Just when the flames were about to engulf him, a figure stood in front of him, blocking the path of the flames with himself. Ali was shocked. The flames did not burn, and he even had the tendency to retreat out of fear.
"What on earth are you..."
Ali looked at the figure in front of him with emotion. This was obviously beyond his knowledge. He had never thought that fire could be given life force, and the man in front of him was even afraid of fire.
Chen Xingtian glanced at him casually, and his heart moved. It seemed that the effect was achieved.
Hands fell, Chen Xingtian continued his performance, facing the green fire and pushing forward. From the perspective of bystanders, a barrier seemed to be formed in his palm, pushing back the evil fire. go back.
There was a tentacle of flames that wanted to bypass the barrier and attack him, but was stopped by a mysterious force halfway and then dissipated.
Every time he took a step closer to the bonfire, the fire became weaker and the tentacles with claws and fangs became more and more crazy, but they could not stop his progress.
Finally, the flame was suppressed back to its original form, extinguished in the charcoal with a "pop", without even a wisp of smoke rising, as if it had never burned.
"Phew, it's done. Go and call the old man over." Chen Xingtian shook his wrist, as if he had experienced a big battle, and said calmly to Ali, who had his mouth hanging open, "Don't look at me like that. I, I am the envoy sent by your Ceres God. There has been no rain and food shortage in Luoze this year. In fact, there are monsters raging, so it is up to me to solve the problem."
Ali was stunned for a moment and said numbly: "What is a monster?"
Chen Xingtian clicked his tongue. Monsters and monsters are unique to Chinese culture, so he just talked about it casually, but it seemed that the Luoze tribe did not have this concept.
"Just think of yourself as the culprit of the disaster."
Ali supported the old priest, who was also slumped on the ground, and repeated Chen Xingtian's words. The old priest looked at him in great surprise. He couldn't believe it at first, but after seeing such a miracle, he couldn't help but not believe it.
"I originally wanted to help you eliminate this evil thing, but you dare to be disrespectful to me, so I will give you a small punishment."
The old priest shook his head quickly: "It's because we are blind, so please don't blame us."
The old guy's eyes rolled up, and he continued: "Thanks to the timely intervention of the divine envoy, there were no casualties. But, why don't the divine envoys communicate in the language of our tribe?"
Chen Xingtian narrowed his eyes. This bad old man had a lot on his mind: "Nonsense, I'm not God, I'm just God's messenger. Do I need to know so many languages? Why, do you think I'm a fake?"
As he spoke, the charcoal and some soil particles on the ground all floated up, with a range of more than 50 meters, and gradually formed behind Chen Xingtian, forming a dharma image that was 10 times taller than him.
He looked at the old priest expressionlessly, with a cold and stern light flashing in his eyes. Coupled with the huge figure behind him that was beyond recognition, he felt a sense of oppression.
The old priest quickly knelt down on the ground, his body trembling, and kowtowed: "Please forgive me."
"Tell me the information about those people. I know you know about those people. In fact, Ali was sent by you, right?" Chen Xingtian also added special effects to his voice, which was an ethereal echo with special effects.
Visible to the naked eye, cold sweat broke out on the old priest's forehead, and his body trembled more violently: "Who is the messenger talking about? I have received many outsiders before."
Chen Xingtian sneered: "You still want to play riddles? Let me tell you, don't think that those guys' empty promises can really bring prosperity to the tribe. When they find something, they might kill people and silence them."
Moreover, they are related to this evil fire. If you don't tell the truth, don't even think about praying to God in the future, just wait to be burned to death. "
Before the old priest could speak, Ali spoke first: "Grandpa Zhiman, is what he said true?" He seemed to be stunned, grinning and said: "Don't believe those people, they are a group of thugs, they, They dug up gold and jewelry, just like a robber saw a beautiful woman..."
Ali's words became more and more stammered. Seeing that Zhiman couldn't hide it, he just wanted to slap him a few times. Chen Xingtian used his telekinesis to throw him aside and motioned for him to continue.
"What do they look like?"
Ali looked at the old priest who fell to the ground and continued: "They are a group of white people. They are almost like foreigners in normal times, but they all have an eagle head symbol on their clothes. They have guns and they shoot. Hit me."
This seemed to touch a sore spot in him, and he started to cry sadly. Chen Xingtian curled his lips and pinched his tear ducts to prevent him from crying: "Is there a string of letters on the right side of the eagle head?"
"How do you know?" Ali felt very uncomfortable. Although he had a strong heart, he never minded using tears to heal the pain in his heart. But this time he couldn't cry. Maybe it was the power of the divine messenger?
"Stop crying before God." Chen Xingtian knew what he was thinking and explained, but he was thinking to himself, it seems that these guys are from Heishui.
Yes, an eagle head plus letters is the logo of Blackwater. Blackwater is a well-known security company in the United States, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that security is only on the surface. Behind the scenes, Blackwater also operates a mercenary industry, and it is a public security company. Employment to the world.
Even though it experienced some setbacks more than ten years ago, it is still one of the top security companies in the United States.
In the information given by Zuo Qingxuan before, this company was the focus of introduction, not only because of its special system, but also because of its huge power. It was definitely a behemoth.
"It seems that these guys are short of money." Although Chen Xingtian is not interested in some famous international companies, he still needs to understand the forces that may be involved in treasure hunting.
Chen Xingtian took Zhiman over again and said calmly: "Don't tell me you don't know, are they from Blackwater Company?"
Seeing that Chen Xingtian already knew, Zhiman's eyes dimmed and he said dejectedly: "I just provided them with the coordinates, and they promised me that they would give me some share as long as I found something."
Chen Xingtian raised his eyebrows: "So you believe it?"
"I have no choice. Luoze is too backward. You know, we have only replaced electrical appliances now, but we are still isolated from the outside world.
We are short of money and innovation. People in the tribe have believed in the ways of their ancestors for too long. For so long, they are even unwilling to interact with the outside world. I have been to big cities, and there is no contrast between this place and those prosperous places.
I needed an opportunity, an opportunity that could change the tribe, so I chose to accept it. "Zhiman told the truth.
Chen Xingtian didn't accept this trick at all: "Oh, as a priest, you actually took over all the chief's work. Are you preparing to go to heaven? What about your chief?"
"He went with another group of people and has not come back yet." Zhiman explained.
"..."
Chen Xingtian was completely speechless. Good guy, you have betrayed all your leaders. You are such a clever little guy.
"Okay, I think this kid is quite smart, so he ran back. I'm afraid your chief is in trouble and has suffered a lot." Chen Xingtian said sarcastically: "It seems that you, the priest, are also a rebel. Now it seems that maybe you don’t even believe in God.”
Zhiman knelt on the ground again: "I beg God to spare my life. Your miracles have completely convinced me. Although I don't believe in God anymore, my heart is still for Luo Ze. I swear to God."
Chen Xingtian sighed. He could be considered a great man. He was looking for a way out for his hometown, but it was a pity that there were too few ways.
"Now what do you decide to do? I'm afraid the people from Blackwater will come back. If this kid comes back, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the entire tribe. Those guys are not easy to deal with. Without a tribe, it's hard to live in this remote place." It won’t make any waves.”
At this time, Ali grabbed the phone again and said, "Please help the divine envoy to protect me, Luo Ze, and I am willing to be your slave for the rest of my life."
Ali is not stupid. He knows what Chen Xingtian is talking about. It seems that the wrong choice of Priest Zhiman has plunged the tribe into an unprecedented crisis. So, as a member of the tribe, how can he stand by and watch?
Chen Xingtian walked up to him and touched his head: "You are much more pure than your high priest, and you are a talent that can be made."
"I……"
"Needless to say, you have not met my selection criteria for the time being, so do your part." Chen Xingtian looked at old man Zhiman again: "What about you?"
Zhiman was horrified: "I, I don't know what else I can offer to the God's Envoy. I'm already old. If the God's Envoy doesn't mind my old bones, I'm willing to serve you."
"Eh~" Chen Xingtian was about to vomit. Who would want an old bone like yours? Half of your body will be buried in the ground.
"I have trusted a person before and shown kindness to him, but he turned around and betrayed me, so I deeply hate this kind of behavior. Can I trust you?"
Although Chen Xingtian has seen through some things and is used to judging others with the greatest malice, he still yearns for light in his heart and he doesn't mind helping these people.
At this time, more and more black people were approaching him. Although they didn't understand why the priest and Ali were kneeling on the ground, they felt the priest's piety and the short-lived miracle before, and they knelt involuntarily. Lying on the ground.
"Time will witness our loyalty." Zhiman's eyes gradually became firmer. Although the man in front of him had a poisonous mouth, he could feel the kindness hidden deep inside.
"I hope so."
…
Although the prayer was interrupted midway, Chen Xingtian made such a fuss, and it was still a gain. Zhiman and Ali briefly explained the situation just now, but the part about the Blackwater Company was hidden, and Chen Xingtian was happy with it.
Ding Ruomeng and Kongkong were arranged to rest in the tribe during the sacrifice. Now they have reunited, made simple preparations, and are ready to set off to their destination.
Chen Xingtian no longer insisted on hiding. When he looked around the tribe earlier, he found that the tools for external communication were temporarily cut off by him. He did not have to worry about the secret being leaked. He continued the persona of the divine envoy and flew away with Ali and others.
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Postscript: Are there really such pale people in the world? Looks so sick. God has given you a really special sense of aesthetics.
——Poor Ali who was beaten up by Ding Ruomeng
