Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 600 Noah's Ark Through the Great Cataclysm
"The very first sacrifice led to an encounter with an evil ritual?!"

The special envoy's teeth chattered uncontrollably, his voice was distorted and distorted by extreme excitement, his scalp tingled, and ecstasy and fear clashed in his head like two raging torrents.

The good news is that he is now absolutely certain that the parchment scroll is genuine;

The bad news is that the parchment scroll was too realistic; it summoned the evil ritual in just one instance.

Although only a pair of eyes came, the problem is that the special envoy was really not mentally prepared.

What happened to the promised three sacrifices?

Why don't you follow the routine?

How did you manage to summon the evil spirits in one go?

That was a one-shot kill, holy crap!!!
"What should I do now? Should I greet the evil priest? Can he understand me? Do I have to use sign language with him?!"

Please forgive the special envoy's helplessness; after all, this was his first time performing a [wicked ritual], and he truly had no experience.

A sudden change occurred!

The special envoy saw the maid on the ground, her swollen belly suddenly shrinking at a visible speed.

Then, as if weathered away, it silently crumbled and dissipated from the edges.

First, the fingers and toes turned into wisps of black smoke, then the limbs and torso... like paper figures thrown into a furnace, without burning or making a sound, only wisps of black smoke rising.

In just a few seconds, a living person vanished without a trace.

The empty servant uniform—top, skirt, apron, and socks—was left lying limply on the cold floor, soaked in the not-yet-completely-congealed dark red blood.

It's like a doll whose stuffing has been instantly drained, leaving only an "empty shell" to prove that it once existed.

This scene suddenly reminded the special correspondent of Wang Yilin's mummified corpse, which had its blood cells drained by [Mask].

The special envoy swallowed hard, his neck stiffly tilted back, both hoping that the eyes above him would look at him and fearing that they would actually look at him.

However, the priest's gaze remained fixed on the altar, unwilling to spare him even a glance.

"I understand. The altar is the dish offered to evil sacrifices."

The special envoy immediately realized something; he hadn't expected that the evil ritual would have such strict etiquette regarding dining.

Unlike humans, who like to have their cake and eat it too.

After another 10 seconds or so, the black mist on the ceiling gradually dimmed, as if it were about to slowly dissipate and leave.

The special envoy breathed a sigh of relief, but a strong sense of resentment welled up within him.

Then, he gritted his teeth and slowly walked to the edge of the altar.

He didn't dare step inside again, afraid that if he were put on the plate, the evil priest would misunderstand.

But he was unwilling to let the evil priest take the benefits for free, so he left.

Then, he stopped at the edge of the "meal," and a faint sound entered his ears.

—[Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?]
The voice was very soft, as if someone next door was whispering, but he overheard it through the wall.

The special envoy stood frozen in place, his heart pounding, and a sudden inspiration struck him:

"Did the maid not answer the evil ritual's question? Or did she answer it incorrectly, which is why she was eaten?"

The special envoy cursed under his breath for being foolish, as if he had some idea of ​​how to make the [evil ritual] succeed.

No, I should say he seems to have figured out how to properly make [the mask].

Not to boast, but he understands the meaning of life all too well, and he longs to truly live!

"You should be asking me to answer that question about evil rituals!"

The special envoy thought to himself quietly.

At the same time, the black mist on the ceiling, along with the terrifying eyes, slowly dissipated.

As the black fog dissipated, the ceiling returned to its original state, and the hanging ceiling still emitted a soft glow, casting a long shadow at the envoy's feet.

Everything returned to "normal".

The special envoy let out a deep breath and prepared to open the door to have someone clean the house.

After thinking about it, he decided to clean the house himself, which was probably the first time he had done so since he was born.

There were no mops or rags in the recreation room, but the maid's uniform soaked in blood on the floor was a ready-made "cleaning tool".

He used his leather shoes to scribble over the clothes, dragging them back and forth on the ground, quickly obscuring the hand-painted altar beyond recognition.

Many things in the ancient era were destroyed in the cataclysm, but some survival philosophies can transcend the cataclysm.

—Only tools and names should not be lent to others!

At this moment, verifying the authenticity of the parchment scroll and its contents is the special envoy's "tool and name".

Let alone relying on others, even a glance from someone else would be punishable by death!

Outside.

Feng Ju pressed his ear firmly against the door, and even with his heightened senses after his resurrection, he couldn't hear a single sound from inside the room.

If this were his door, you could hear a fart coming from inside and it would be perfectly clear outside.

"No wonder it's the door of a rich family, it's truly despicable." Feng Ju's face was gloomy, and he cursed inwardly.

Just as his thoughts were churning, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Feng Ju reacted extremely quickly, instantly straightening his body. All the gloom on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a perfectly appropriate, slightly inquiring, respectful expression.

But his gaze immediately drifted past the special envoy's shoulder, peering haphazardly into the room.

"It's not very clear. We'll have to go inside to see the patterns on the ground." Feng Ju thought to himself with a sense of regret.

"Come in, there's something I need to tell you to do."

The special envoy suddenly stepped aside, gesturing for Feng Ju to enter the room.

Feng Ju finally got his wish and stepped into the room. When he saw the "crime scene" that had been contaminated beyond recognition, a surge of grief and indignation rushed to his head.

"What does the special envoy need me to do?" Feng Ju still harbored a sliver of hope.

The special envoy sneered:

“Li Xiang dared to try to fool me with fake stuff. I’m furious. I want him dead. You know what to do, right?”

Feng Ju opened his mouth, a chill creeping into his heart: "..."

Is this fake? You cleaned the scene so "cleanly"?
I understand, it's definitely true.

Previously, the reason for not immediately killing the witness was that the authenticity of the parchment scroll was uncertain; now that it is, they are eager to kill it.
The special envoy looked coldly at Feng Ju and said in a chilling voice, "You disappointed me greatly last time, but I am a person who values ​​old friendships and am willing to give you one last chance. I hope you will not disappoint me again."

The special envoy paused, raised his hand to pat Feng Ju's robotic arm, and smiled:

"The position of police chief is either his or yours. That's not a difficult choice, is it?"

Is the problem with the bureau chief now?
I don't have the authority to recharge now, damn it!
Feng Ju was in turmoil. He did want to serve the special envoy, but he certainly didn't want to kill just one person!
He could only grit his teeth and force a sinister smile: "I'll go and deal with Li Xiang right away."

The special envoy withdrew his hand and walked out the door. Feng Ju glanced longingly at the bloodstains on the ground and hurriedly followed.

The special envoy was in a very good mood and personally escorted Feng Ju to the villa gate, encouraging him:

"[The Mask] You can't find it, but you can't find Li Xiang, can you?"

Feng Ju nodded emphatically, his voice filled with murderous intent:

"Don't worry, Special Envoy. I can get that idiot Li Xiang to come out with just one phone call."

The special envoy hummed in agreement, then added seemingly casually:
"That's good. By the way, tell Ma Bin from the Green Wolf Gang to go down and keep Li Xiang company."

The villa door closed, and Feng Ju stood at the entrance, feeling utterly dejected.

"There's no other way now..."

Feng Ju took a deep breath, quickly left the villa area, took out his phone, looked at the names in his contacts, and slowly dialed a number.

Inside the villa, several servants were nervously wiping the floor of the recreation room.

At this moment, they had long lost their ambition to "take their place," and were filled with fear.

It was terrible that Cuihua was dead, but it was even more terrible that her body could not be found in the house.

They had thoroughly cleaned every corner of the room, but they couldn't find even a single scrap of meat.

The Vanished She?!

The special envoy didn't care what the servants were thinking at all.

Because they would strictly keep his secret, and they wouldn't leave the villa.

The moment they escape the villa, the chip in their brains automatically erases their memories of the villa, and they return to work as usual.

"A housekeeping company, ah—it's wonderful!"

The special envoy leaned against the wall, watching the servants working diligently, his eyes growing increasingly fervent, as if to say—not one can be missing!
In his eyes, these weren't servants at all; they were clearly raw materials for making [masks].

Looking at the servants, the special envoy could almost see in his mind one [mask] after another being mass-produced like an assembly line, and then continuously sent back to the upper city.

Is there any more beautiful scene in the world?
"The value behind this is too great for me to handle alone; I need someone to help me."

The special envoy has already begun making plans for a bright future in the near future.

In the production of the [mask], he can do the hard work himself, which is called keeping the core technology secret in production.

But he couldn't handle the subsequent "transportation" and "sales" alone.

Most importantly, if he wants to return to the upper city in glory and make a name for himself in the family, he needs someone in the upper echelons to fight for him and help him make progress.

In the past, he had never accomplished anything, and those who wanted to help him couldn't get a word in edgewise, which led to his family exiling him to the lower city.

Now, he can finally make a contribution, and it will be an extremely dazzling one. He can't help but...
The special envoy took out his phone, his fingertips trembling slightly as he dialed that long-unheard number.

"Beep-beep-"

The brief wait felt like an eternity to the special envoy. He instinctively straightened his back, cleared his throat, and strained his facial muscles.

The moment the call connected, an unprecedentedly adorable smile appeared on his face, and his voice was affectionate and warm:
"Mom—it's me!"

"I have some fantastic news to tell you: son, I should be able to transfer back."

He paused deliberately, seemingly to whet the appetite, and said with barely concealed smugness:
"Mom, you'll never guess what I found in the lower town..."

....
The sky was vast and boundless, a sight the city below had never seen before.

The outer ring is an impenetrable, deep black, while the inner ring is as clear as snow, changing with the rising and setting of the sun and the alternation of day and night.

During the daytime, a dark outer ring encircles a bright core, with the blazing sun hanging high in the center;
As night falls, the pristine white inner ring is covered by an inky black sky, with the cold moon hanging alone in between.

White and black are clearly distinct and evenly matched, just like day and night, dividing day and night with absolute precision.

There are twelve hours in the day and twelve hours in the night;

The sun is in the center for twelve hours, and so is the moon.

There is a timeless beauty!
Beneath the sky lies a city composed of metal, glass, holographic projections, and cold light.

The towering, massive buildings resemble a steel jungle, each soaring into the sky, their surfaces shimmering with an ever-burning neon light of data.

The air routes crisscross, forming a precise network of light, through which countless streamlined aircraft glide silently, leaving fleeting trails of light.

The ground is not a traditional street, but is covered with a layer of smooth, mirror-like smart material with a faint blue glow flowing across its surface.

It is not static, but constantly in a state of intelligent flow.

Pedestrians only need to step on it; without taking any steps, the "living" ground beneath their feet will receive a command and surge like liquid metal, smoothly, silently, and swiftly transporting them to their destination.

The air was cleaner than anyone could imagine, and every breath carried a faint, indescribable sweet fragrance.

This is because the air is infused with molecular-level drugs that have the effect of prolonging life.

The ground is spotless; any dust or stains that fall are instantly absorbed and decomposed by the ground material, as if they never existed.

However, what is most awe-inspiring is the three ring-shaped colossal walls that rise like a miracle, piercing through the heavens and earth, dividing the entire world into the outer city, the middle city, the inner city, and the core city.

They are not simply city walls, but magnificent barriers that surpass the limits of human imagination, each one disappearing into the dark sky and vanishing from sight.

It resembles a cosmic pillar supporting the sky, or a divine guillotine dividing the world.

Children often naively imagine that the Upper City doesn't float on its own, but is suspended in the sky by these towering walls.

Forget the childlike fantasies; looking down from the sky onto the inner city, one sees clusters of ancient buildings.

With its flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, and green tiles covering the continuous rooftops, it seems out of place with the surrounding ultra-futuristic color scheme.

The incongruity of this area is not a design flaw, but a deliberate display of power at the very top, where the true elite families of the upper city reside.

Legend has it that every ancient building here was dug up from the ground in the lower town hundreds of years ago, and planted here intact, just like transplanting precious flowers and trees.

Every brick and tile, every inch of soil here, silently tells one story:
The powerful and influential people who live here have roots, history, and power that are far older than the Upper Town itself.

These buildings are not only residences, but also monuments to the ancient bloodlines of the powerful and wealthy, and symbols of their arrogance that transcends time and space.

In other words, this complex is Noah's Ark, which survived the Great Cataclysm!
(End of this chapter)