I am Jinshan Youxia

It's always better to strike first.

Chapter 305 Sending Off the Seven Sons

"Mountain God, please accept this offering."

"The seven children are the sacrifices we offered."

"Let the blood flow to wash away the sins."

"A life that fades like a fallen red leaf."

Zhang Chengyi flipped through the records about Demon Mountain. The earliest written material was about the "Sending Seven Sons" custom that was popular four hundred years ago. It is said that no one from the procession that went into the mountain to send the seven sons returned for several years, so the mountain was named Demon Mountain.

The custom of sacrificing seven sons as human offerings is usually something done during times of famine or plague. However, the problem is that the Azuchi-Momoyama period was named after Oda Nobunaga's Azuchi Castle and Toyotomi Hideyoshi's Momoyama Castle. At that time, the country was constantly at war, and famine and plague were practically non-stop.

I don't know about other places, but the villages near the Demon Mountain have been offering sacrifices every year, which eventually caused the sacrificial procession to not be able to return for several years in a row.

In an ordinary world, this custom of sending seven sons would simply be a tragic tale of blood and tears shed by children in ancient times. However, in a world with supernatural powers, it can easily lead to problems.

For example, Hell Girl next door, and the Demon Mountain right in front of us, are all sins created by humanity itself.

Zhang Chengyi was almost certain that the root of the mountain's problem probably stemmed from the continuous blood sacrifices four hundred years ago. Given humanity's influence on the out-of-control rules, it was probably just a small anomaly at the beginning, but now, four hundred years later, the entire Demon Mountain must have been in trouble.

Fortunately, there are rumors in the town of Moshan and the surrounding villages that Moshan is not to be visited and that it is an ominous place. Otherwise, if we continued to feed that out-of-control rule, who knows what kind of monster would be created.

"White Sand Village..."

Zhang Chengyi looked at Baisha Village, which had suddenly appeared in the records more than a hundred years ago. Due to the changes of the times, people had been moving in, but no one who moved in had ever moved out.

Police officers, doctors, civil servants, and even the workers who went in to connect the wires all came out looking sickly, and brought their families back to the secluded Baisha Village.

It's almost like a light on the head of an anglerfish, used to attract other of its kind to come over.

He looked at the photo of the village chief of Baisha Village in the file, taken more than ten years ago. He was pale and thin, with no color in his face. The two villagers next to him were exactly the same, their eyes filled with strange expressions as they looked at the camera.

"vampire?"

Zhang Chengyi wondered if these people had turned into vampires or other monsters. He also felt that vampire-like monsters would be more aggressive and wouldn't be able to communicate peacefully.

After all, although Baisha Village is closed off, it is not truly isolated from the world. There are power lines and telephones. Apart from the fact that people who go in are unwilling to leave, which is a bit strange, everything seems perfectly normal.

Of course, it is only natural for humans to be controlled when faced with out-of-control rules; we cannot expect humans to resist those who are different.

Under the influence of the out-of-control rules, a clean and swift death is the best outcome. The situation in Baisha Village is somewhat similar to that in Morimi Village, both of which are completely controlled by the out-of-control rules. The difference is that Zhang Chengyi wants the villagers to go out and spread the infection, while Baisha Village wants others to go in.

"Therefore, it does not have the ability to infect others, and it should be like the Demon Mountain Tunnel, just a local tyrant."

After reviewing the documents, Zhang Chengyi felt that they shouldn't be too difficult to deal with.

The fact that it cannot leave and has not spread from the mountains for four hundred years proves that it is an out-of-control rule that is difficult to spread as long as it is not interfered with.

There's no need to worry about it for a while, and we certainly shouldn't send anyone in. Once we have that damned test subject, he can make some minor modifications and control the way to explore the mountains.

As for the crude methods like blasting mountains, they are completely ineffective against out-of-control rules. They are like blasting a latrine, which could end up everywhere.

"This world feels a bit too unlucky; there are all these strange and weird things everywhere."

Zhang Chengyi muttered to himself that the humans in this world have a strong influence on the rules of chaos. The more people there are, the bigger the trouble they will cause. Modern society has many things, but it has a lot of people. Who knows, one day they might really do something big and blow up the earth.

At least he knew that even if the Earth exploded, he would be fine. The rules of the out-of-control situation were not affected by any physical factors. Except for humans with minds who could change the rules of the out-of-control situation, even if the Earth exploded, he would at most drift in the universe and wait to encounter humanoid alien beings again.

However, this conceptual ability regarding uncontrolled rules is truly valuable. Once we've connected the martial arts worlds, let Qiao Feng and his group come and relocate the humans from this world, and then we can unleash our full potential and thoroughly investigate whether the problem lies with the world or the planet.

No, let's change it to Inuyasha and the others. After all, demons have stronger resistance and can be resurrected at any time even if they die.

It's a bit troublesome if Qiao Feng and his group of barbarians are resurrected.

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Time is sometimes worthless; in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

It's a cause for celebration that Demon Mountain Town has successfully fallen into Zhang Chengyi's clutches.

The large number of corpses in the Demon Mountain Tunnel initially caused panic among the town's residents, but later, upon discovering that many of the bodies were those of missing relatives, the situation evolved into a different kind of emotion—

The ominous tunnel was blown up.

Anyway, this tunnel is just a road leading to Baisha Village. The highway on the other side of the Demon Mountain also passes through Baisha Village. In addition to the frequent accidents, the more important reason for its abandonment is that it has lost its original function with the development of the times.

Zhang Chengyi instructed Furuhata Goro and his team to expedite the infection process. Once they had controlled the majority of the residents, they successfully suppressed the plan to blow up the tunnel by leveraging the influence of some elderly people infected with the Longevity Bacteria.

It can be said to be full of inside stories and extremely dark.

But there's really no way around it. Who knows if it will spread out after it leaves the tunnel at high speed? Even now, he still hasn't figured out how to contain the runaway rules.

Simply knowing that eliminating all the humans involved will invalidate the rules, and that as long as they are not triggered again, the out-of-control rules will be rendered meaningless, is far from being considered containment.

If he had a body from another world, he could simply pull out the tunnel, dig a hole, and bury it. Unfortunately, apart from his immortality, his current body is just like an ordinary person in terms of strength and speed.

Another person he had seen who could exploit the rules of loss of control was Yamada, the cloaked man controlled by the sword.

That guy wasn't much better than an average person.

Getting back to the main point, after resolving the villagers' idea of ​​blowing up the latrine, Zhang Chengyi sent Furuhata Goro and his team to infect a group of prisoners dozens of kilometers away. They then screened out the damned prisoners and secretly smuggled them out through connections. However, due to the distance and the need to bypass Demon Mountain, they haven't been delivered to Demon Mountain yet.

He himself hasn't been idle either, occasionally throwing some bacteria into the Demon Mountain, but unfortunately, the problem with the Demon Mountain hasn't been discovered yet.

Chapter 306 The Materials

On the Demon Mountain Highway, inside the cargo bed of a slowly moving truck.

"Hey, Aishima, where do you think we'll be sent?"

The prisoners, secretly transported from the jail, were blindfolded and firmly pressed against the railings of the train carriage in complete darkness. They had spent the entire day inside, and the driver had given them nothing to eat except for water once.

Aishima pressed his forehead against the carriage without saying a word. He was a mental patient whose parents were related by blood and had beaten and scolded him since childhood. He was also bullied in school. His withdrawn personality made it difficult for him to integrate into society. After living a painful life for twenty years, he finally killed his entire family with a sashimi knife during a family dinner.

He confessed to all his crimes in court and finally received the death penalty he had been longing for, but it has been delayed until now for various reasons.

As for why he didn't commit suicide, it was because he was afraid of the pain.

"Aishima, you bastard, did you hear me?" The prisoner who spoke first was a gangster before he went to prison. He was not very bright and, in a drunken impulse, raped and murdered his boss's wife. Fearing for his life, he went to the police station to turn himself in and was sentenced to life imprisonment. He liked to bully the small and thin prisoners in the prison, and Aishima was one of them.

"Save your energy. None of the five people in this car have a chance of being released."

Another prisoner said in a low voice, "Hey, I recorded the wind direction and the vehicle's location. We should have been taken to a remote mountainous area in the west."

"Why would someone who could bribe the prison to secretly kidnap us choose a group of criminals whose sins would be more than enough to atone for?"

"The mountainous area to the west..." On this day, a prisoner who had never spoken before suddenly asked, "Is it the Demon Mountain?"

"That mountain, hehehe."

"Hey, what are you laughing at!"

"You bastard, explain yourself!"

"Knock knock knock!" The noise annoyed the people in front, who knocked on the carriage a few times before it quieted down.

They weren't exactly well-behaved, of course. The reason they were obedient was that shortly after they were put on the vehicle and left the prison, two of them tried to cause trouble and escape. As a result, they were easily pinned to the ground by a man in his thirties with a gentle smile on his face, and then brutally beaten.

The man laughed as he hit the man next to him, who was also in his thirties and had brown eyes, and talked about how to make scum like them suffer faster without killing them.

Then, yesterday afternoon, every hour, they would stop the car and each person would be brutally beaten.

It didn't stop all night, and it continued until this morning.

Even the usually quiet prisoner and the taciturn Xiangdao were not spared from repeated beatings.

The car drove for another half hour, then suddenly began to slow down. Everyone could almost hear the sounds of car horns, traffic lights, and people walking by outside.

Have we entered the city?

“No.” The man who had mentioned the Demon Mountain earlier suddenly laughed maniacally. “We’ve arrived at the Demon Mountain. I can already feel it calling to me. Hehehehe, we’re going to suffer a fate worse than death, living in agony forever and ever and ever…”

"The Demon Mountain, hee hee hee hee, the Demon Mountain."

"Playing tricks!"

During the conversation, the car slowly came to a stop in a very quiet place.

"Click~" The carriage door opened, and several men entered and escorted them out one by one. Even though they were blindfolded, they could still see a faint light. They had been in the dark for too long and inevitably felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Huh? Someone fainted?"

"Ha, two of them wet their pants, didn't you let them go to the toilet?" one of the men holding them said with a laugh. "Should we change their pants?"

"You have no idea how annoying they are. It took several beatings to get them to behave."

"It's an honor for adults to use such scum."

The people holding them were talking, making no attempt to hide it from them.

The three prisoners who were still somewhat sane were already sensing something was wrong. The prisoner who had been muttering "Mount Devil" had fallen silent, and Xiangdao was one of the ones who had wet his pants.

He doesn't care whether he wets his pants or not.

"You bunch—"

"Boom!"

The sounds of clothes rubbing together and fists slapping against flesh rang out a few times, and then the prisoner who had suddenly tried to resist fell silent.

"Despicable material," one of the escorting men muttered.

The other two sane prisoners felt a chill run down their spines; it was increasingly like a human experiment from a horror novel or science fiction movie.

They felt themselves being led into the entrance hall, and after walking about five or six meters down the corridor, they were pressed against the wall.

"Sir, the materials have been brought."

"Take this to the room next door first, and you can leave the rest here," a slightly frivolous male voice said.

Immediately afterwards, the four were roughly pushed into a tatami room, their hands and feet bound by ropes, making them completely unable to move.

"Sir, please don't kill me! I can seek refuge with you. I'm a professor at Tokyo University, and I have some hidden savings..."

After the shoji gate closed, the prisoner who had just calculated their location and direction lay prostrate on the ground, speaking loudly.

"I never intended to kill you."

The man's voice was unhurried. Suddenly, Xiangdao felt his eye patch being removed. He was prepared for his eyes to tear up because of the sunlight, but the room was surprisingly dark, with only a dim desk lamp shining on the desk not far away.

The man speaking was well-proportioned with a handsome face and a pair of eerie green eyes. He wore a white lab coat and had no expression on his face. Strangely, no matter what he did, his head and hair remained completely still. Even more strangely, he never opened his mouth while speaking.