GBP Chapter 343 Break it down into smaller parts and hide it in people's hearts
Chapter 343 Break it down into smaller parts and hide it in people's hearts
Although the demonic energy dissipated, the shadow of the plague did not disappear with it.
On the contrary, they are like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike and ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
In Shenjing City.
Lou Qing, with a sharp blade at his waist and steady steps, followed closely beside Princess Jin'an, ensuring her safe return to the palace.
The streets remained deserted, with the occasional patrolling soldier hurrying by, his wary eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to catch any unusual clues.
Princess Jin'an's gaze was firm. She was convinced that even as a woman, she should do her part for the safety of the country, and she had been working tirelessly on the front lines for days.
Lou Qing followed behind her, but her heart was filled with worries.
He had a feeling that things weren't so simple; the demonic energy seemed to have dissipated too easily, which made him feel uneasy.
"Princess, be careful," Lou Qing whispered a reminder.
Suddenly, his intuition told him that something was wrong.
He turned around abruptly, a flash of cold light, and his long sword was already drawn, pointing directly at a seemingly ordinary passerby.
"Who are you?" Lou Qing's voice was cold.
The passerby had an ordinary face, but his eyes were shifty. Lou Qing's knife tip was only inches away from his throat. If the other party made the slightest move, he could take his life with just a gentle thrust.
"Hero, spare my life! I'm just a passerby." The passerby's voice trembled, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
Near the city gate, some residents who originally lived outside the city were anxiously waiting for the gate to reopen so they could return home and reunite with their families.
The man, dressed in coarse cloth and carrying a bundle on his shoulder, blended into the crowd and appeared no different from ordinary people. However, under Lou Qing's intense gaze, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
His body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to back away, but Lou Qing held him firmly in place.
The surrounding people sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.
The remaining Night Guards also gripped their weapons tightly, ready to strike. They did not draw their weapons rashly, so as not to disturb innocent civilians.
"I...I really was just passing by." The passerby's voice trembled slightly, but his eyes flickered, clearly hiding something.
Lou Qing snorted coldly, and with a slight increase in pressure on his knife, a bloody gash immediately appeared on the man's throat: "I'll give you one last chance. Just who are you?"
Just as the two night guards were about to step forward, seize the suspicious man, and take him back for questioning, the man suddenly lunged forward, unleashing a strange and immense force that easily knocked the two night guards aside.
This scene shocked everyone present.
The Night Guards were all highly trained and skilled, yet they seemed utterly helpless in front of this man.
Seeing this, the other night guards drew their weapons and surrounded the man, attempting to subdue him.
However, even though the man was struck by several swords, he showed no signs of weakness. On the contrary, he fought with increasing ferocity, as if he were immortal, which was astonishing.
Lou Qing quickly retreated, shielding Princess Jin'an behind him.
From the wounds on the suspicious person's body, a wisp of black mist rose, as if countless vengeful spirits were howling and struggling within it, trying to break free of their restraints and return to the mortal world.
This sudden turn of events took all the Night Guards present by surprise.
The nearby residents were terrified, their faces turning ashen. They screamed and scattered in all directions, no longer daring to stay and watch. They wished they had two more legs. In the blink of an eye, the streets were deserted.
"This... could this be residual demonic energy?" Princess Jin'an stared at the black mist, her expression changing slightly, a look of shock and unease flashing in her eyes.
She quickly took out a talisman from her sleeve. The talisman depicted the image of the Heavenly King, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it could suppress all evil.
The light on the talisman suddenly intensified, like the blazing sun in the sky, completely purifying the black mist and turning it into nothingness.
"This is a consecrated Heavenly King Talisman, capable of mobilizing a trace of divine power to protect all living beings," Princess Jin'an explained, her tone tinged with pride.
This was only recently developed and had not yet been distributed to any of the four regions. She was secretly relieved that it had come in handy here today.
"It seems that this scourge has not been completely eliminated, and some remnants are still lurking." A trace of solemnity flashed in Princess Jin'an's eyes. This matter was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
Lou Qing nodded upon hearing this, his blade still gleaming as he warily surveyed his surroundings, fearing any further unforeseen events.
Princess Jin'an took a deep breath: "Thank you, Captain Lou, for your vigilance and timely discovery of the anomaly. Let's go, we'll return to the palace immediately and report this to Father Emperor."
The group quickly disappeared into the street.
In the darkness, many eyes were silently watching them, their gazes filled with complex emotions—surprise, curiosity, indifference, and bloodlust…
Beneath the surface of temporary calm, an undercurrent is quietly brewing.
The belief in a parasitic god of disease is spreading silently among the population.
The believers quickly established a secret organization, which, like a huge net, covered the entire Kyushu region and even extended to other countries.
These believers appear no different from ordinary people on the surface, but their hearts are filled with a fanatical faith in the god of plague.
They believe that the parasitic plague god is the only true god who can save all living beings from the endless sea of suffering, and with his supreme divine power, he can reshape the world order and grant them unprecedented power and status.
They secretly spread the doctrines of the plague god and held bizarre rituals in an attempt to awaken the power of the plague god.
In a secluded corner.
Inside an ordinary house, several people dressed in black robes were gathered together, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism as they whispered prayers to the god of plague.
The house looks dilapidated on the outside, just like the surrounding houses, but the inside is a completely different world.
The walls were covered with totems of the plague god, and in the center stood a huge altar, upon which were placed all sorts of offerings and talismans.
"Our faith will bring about a whole new world!" A hoarse voice echoed in the room.
The speaker was an old man with a withered face, deep-set eyes, and a devout light shining in them.
“Yes, we will be the creators of the new world. The power of the plague god will surely cleanse everything, and those who do not believe will be purified!” another person echoed with great anticipation.
Just as they were lost in their fantasies about the future, a rapid knocking interrupted their ceremony.
Everyone became alert. One of the believers tiptoed and opened the door to look out. He saw a person dressed in a black robe and wearing a straw hat standing outside the door. His whole body was covered by the black robe, with only his eyes showing.
"There's new information." The man in black robes spoke in a low voice. He entered the room, removed his bamboo hat, and revealed an ordinary-looking face.
"Speak." The old man's voice carried a hint of impatience; he disliked being interrupted halfway through the ceremony.
"Our branch in Daqian has successfully taken control of a town, where everyone has become a puppet of the God of Plague," the man in black reported, a hint of pride in his voice.
“Very good, our power is gradually expanding.” The old man nodded in satisfaction, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes again. “Soon, the entire Kyushu will be bathed in the blessings of the parasitic plague god.”
“However, our actions there have attracted the attention of the Great Xia, and they seem to have begun an investigation,” the man in black robes continued, a hint of worry in his voice.
The old man's expression changed slightly. He pondered for a moment, then said, "We must speed up our actions and not let Great Xia ruin our plans. Send the order down to all branches to accelerate their operations and take control of more towns as soon as possible."
"Yes," the man in black replied, his figure vanishing into the night.
Simultaneously.
Lou Qing and Princess Jin'an have reported to the Emperor in detail about their encounter with the followers of the plague god.
Upon hearing this, the emperor's expression turned grave. He ordered increased domestic patrols and urged all parties to expedite their response.
Recently, even in the capital city, so many suspicious people have been discovered gathering in secret. The emperor frowned, realizing that the ability of the parasitic plague god was too suitable for infiltration and hiding, and that the threat of this plague was far greater than imagined.
Previously, it could use the pillars of demonic smoke to silently control people's minds, turning them into mindless puppets.
Now, it has broken down into smaller parts and hidden in people's hearts.
The puppets are still puppets, but they've become even more terrifying.