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The protagonist of today's ritual is tragically turned into a bare pig, shaved off any hair that might cause unpleasantness to others, and is covered with a strange-smelling mosquito-repellent latex. Before his nose could get used to the smell, a fur hat with a strange shape and an even stranger smell was fastened to his head, and then two shoulder straps were hung for him, and he was repositioned back and forth for a long time before the Scottish leather apron was attached to the shoulder straps.

A wooden mallet, commonly found in fried food stalls, was shoved into the hand of Wu Jun, who had changed his attire, and then he was led to a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The self in the mirror resembles a butcher in an underground slaughterhouse.

"Meat is ribs, and ribs are meat." Wu Jun looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror and said a line that was very in line with his current look, and he forced a smile and asked, Is this okay? ”

"That's it."

The answer seemed unconvincing.

Wu Jun shrugged his shoulders, he was greedy for vanity, and he was more indulgent than 99.99% of the people in the world, but that didn't mean he was a brainless person, before today, he had carefully collected some information about the Dark Council, including information about their initiation ceremony.

There is not a single source that describes the initiation ceremony of the Dark Council as a large field party, and there is not a single source that says that the Starter Apprentice set is a butcher's set.

"Be cautious and be honest."

Even though Wu Jun's guide, Guo Zhao, the owner of Dachun Winery, repeatedly emphasized the seriousness of the ceremony, Wu Jun still felt that this localized initiation ceremony was just a large-scale makeup party, and the so-called initiation ceremony was nothing more than a complete introduction of himself to the members of this club or salon, telling everyone that there was such a person in the world who was their brother, and he was qualified to help them when necessary. You can also trouble the party participants when he feels it is necessary.

"Answer all questions, and don't say a superfluous word other than that." Guo Zhao reminded Wu Jun again that he didn't know why his boss would come forward to recommend this person to the Dark Council.

This person's nominal identity, the identity of the young master of the Wu family of Zhigong, is full of loopholes in Guo Zhao's opinion.

Guo Zhao has not been in contact with an old family like the Zhigong Wu family, but he also has dealings with the local Xia family, and when they first came into contact, Wu Jun's style, demeanor and momentum were at best just an unfilial son who was spoiled by a well-off family in Guo Zhao's eyes, and he didn't know what self-respect was, and he wouldn't respect others.

Guo Zhao didn't understand why the boss would support such a person to enter the Dark Council, but as long as he thought about what day it was, he would endure it.

Anyway, it won't be him who will lose face in the end.

Knock knock!

The door to the locker room was hammered with regular force.

"Member Guo Zhao, the clerk summons the candidates." The voice of the gatekeeper rang out.

"Remember, be cautious, be honest, answer all questions, and don't say a superfluous word other than that." Guo Zhao warned the careless Wu Jun again, then opened the door and walked out of the stuffy locker room first.

A gatekeeper took a step back, slightly blocking Wu Jun's steps.

Another member in a black robe walked quickly to Wu Jun, who had been walking forward, and asked softly, "You didn't put a shirt on him?" ”

"Yes, Master Excellence." Guo Zhao replied honestly.

"Didn't give him panties either?" Masters of Excellence, ranked in the 11th level according to the ancient law, is considered to be an exemplary membership level for virtue, proper taxation and civic duty, and most of the time it is served by NGO (non-profit non-governmental organization) volunteers from all over the world.

Guo Zhao didn't know the outstanding master beside him, and he didn't remember that there was this face in the large NGO of Tianwen City.

But wearing the black robe meant that the Master of Excellence was also a member of the Gatekeeper, and having both capacities meant that he was qualified to wear a weapon — a lethal weapon that would normally only be held by police officers, hunters with gun licenses, or armed postal escorts who could legally possess firearms.

NGOs aren't all about protecting puppies and kittens, which are extremist organizations that only go on the high road to show off their organizational skills.

Guo Zhao has been in the catering industry for so many years, and more than one NGO has asked for the production process of Dachun Winery's signature osmanthus duck in the name of preserving intangible cultural heritage. Before he hugged his boss's big thick legs, the gang sent him a confession agent in order to get this production process.

"Very good."

Master Excellence smiled with satisfaction, and his laughter made Guo Zhao subconsciously think of those castrated male ducks.

"Brother." "At least 2o trainee candidates and a similar number of attendees are here today to witness our candidate brothers joining us as glorious council members......"

Halfway through speaking, he changed to a gloomy voice again, and used a sharp weapon against Guo Zhao's waist: "You'd better pray that he won't mess up, understand?" ”

Guo Zhao nodded again and again, even if this action would splash the cold sweat oozing from his forehead on his clothes and stain the shirt he was wearing inside the leather apron, he didn't mind.

"You'd better understand." After leaving behind a cruel word, the excellent master walked into the darkness and disappeared into Guo Zhao's eyes.

Call! Guo Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and under the strict "care" of the gatekeeper, only liars and dead people were not afraid. He arrived at the main venue of the party, a makeshift circus tent, and tidied up the meter in the mirror at the entrance a few times, at least to wipe all the sweat oozing from his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Jun leisurely walked to the door accompanied by two gatekeepers.

Bangbang!

The tent resounded with the sound of a gavel striking the countertop.

"The clerk, please come in." The gatekeeper in charge of guarding the entrance of the tent was wearing a set of ancient armor that Wu Jun and Guo Zhao had only seen at eight o'clock in the evening and in the museum, which seemed to be a heavy armor called Mingguang armor. ”

"It's him."

Guo Zhao replied succinctly, the more he said, the more wrong he became, and in his dictionary, there is a synonym for the word "gold", and he will not make mistakes.

Two members, also wearing leather aprons and shirts underneath, walked out of the tent.

"Brother Guo Zhao." The taller one said, "The clerk wants to see him." ”

"Go, Brother Wu Jun." In order to say these words with a proper expression, Guo Zhao has contacted dozens of times at home, "The help I can give you is only here." ”

Help?

Wu Jun looked back, he originally wanted to sarcastically mock Guo Zhao's so-called help, just flying away quickly, leaving himself behind, and staying with the two impersonal gatekeepers. But when he looked back, he realized that he couldn't find the way he came, who had always had a good sense of direction.

"Yes, brother."

Wu Jun cleverly followed the way Guo Zhao gave him and said, "As long as you meet a member, you will meet a gentleman." ”

The two deacons who had come out to greet the candidate stopped but froze his expressions.

Guo Zhao's polite greeting smile also froze, and Wu Jun's blunt application of this sentence did not play any role, on the contrary, it also made the two deacons feel that the candidate he recommended was a Joker, a clown, and also a ghost card in poker.

Wu Jun was still waiting for the deacons of the Dark Council to praise him, but he didn't expect to wait for two cold eyes.

"Let's go inside." Or the deacon with a higher status was the first to react, isn't it just a ghost card they need today? He knocked on the gavel in his hand and made a sound to tell the host inside that they were ready.

Wu Jun, who wanted to continue to say something to liven up the atmosphere, immediately swallowed what he was about to say. He followed the two deacons into the meeting.

The rustic circus tent is as bright as daytime.

Blinding lights shone back and forth, and a group of fiery girls danced strangely in the center of the venue.

In the center of the venue is a bonfire with an abundance of ingredients on the sides of the campfire.

"Mom......" Wu Jun just opened his mouth when he was covered by a hand.

"No national scolding." It was the gatekeeper who made the shot, and he let go of his hand after warning Wu Jun.

“…… ho11y**！ Wu Jun glared at the gatekeeper. He looked back at the inside of a giant tent the size of a basketball hall.

The four altars of the Green Dragon, Xuanwu, White Tiger and Vermilion Bird are placed in the four directions of the spacious field, and a yin and yang gossip is drawn on the ground where the bonfire is burning, and the flames erupt from the yin and yang gossip, and the visual inspection is connected to natural gas. The sacrament table mentioned in every document he paid to download was actually a piece of marble shaped like the table of the Eight Immortals.

The table top is dedicated to a fruit bowl, a pig's head and eight small black plates.

Nearly a thousand members of the Dark Council sat on the viewing platforms around it.

As he imagined, some of them were dressed similarly to the tin cans on the outside, but in Western-style tin cans or Oriental-style mixed knits.

Others wore retro uniforms, like foreign "high-class figures" at the end of the 19th century.

Some foreigners wear robes and horse coats that are actually "shrouds", and some make themselves mummies, zombies, vampires and other unreliable things.

Wu Jun is willing to go to the wrong place by himself.

"It's a local character." Thinking of the cold joke he had before, the deacon with a higher status whispered in Wu Jun's ear, "The three spiritual seats on the communion table, from the left, are Fushan Ping Shigong, the One True God Yahweh, and the Daode Tianzun Mixed Yuan God. ”

Hearing the introduction, Wu Jun reflexively took a step back, Fushanping Shi Gong is the god of literature and wealth in the God of Wealth and Wealth, Brother Su and his old bean are not mentioned, and the last one is another name for Taishang Laojun, and the rumored Wild Fox Zen is probably nothing more than that, right?

"Bear with me, that's how everyone came here." The deacon said to Wu Jun, "We also feel awkward like this, when you think that you can make an authentic York ceremony with a grade, you can only follow the cultural tradition at present...... On the surface, this party is a gathering of cultural societies to promote the culture of the suburbs of Astronomy, you see, there are cameras around. ”

Wu Jun looked at it as he said, and sure enough, he saw cameras around the venue.

"Where are the candidates?" The clerk presiding over the ceremony struck his gavel heavily.

The gaffers in the venue cooperated to turn off the lights in the circus tent, leaving only a pillar of light on Wu Jun's body.

Perhaps because the lights were too bright, Lin Ling, who was sitting on the viewing platform, whispered to Bi Luji: "I think his face is very bad." ”

"Too nervous".

Bi disciplined himself absentmindedly echoed the Tao. His eyes were fixed on the cameras below.

Before, in the grove on the edge of the parking lot, he treated these entertainment reporters' eating guys as another kind of real iron, and even scared out of the. Knowing that it was a camera and that his future collaborator would only come to him as a background, he had lost interest in the ritual.

"Are they going to kill chickens?" Lin Ling asked Bi Luji one question after another with great interest, "Will the candidate ask him to burn yellow paper after passing the assessment of the Four Holy Altars, and mix the ashes of the yellow paper, chicken blood and wine together and drink it as the blood of the Holy Grail, by the way, my ......?"

"Wu'er, please drink this cup of blood?" One of the spectators sitting next to them playfully recited in unison with Lin Ling the one thing the patriarch of the Chosen One family in the Eternal Night Council liked to say and do to players who went to hand in the quest.

"Maybe it's another one." The probationary candidate who brought the spectator also chanted merrily, "The wine in the cup creates eternal pride." ”

After saying that, the two of them smiled evilly and stretched out their fists to beat each other's chests, and the parties who didn't mind being amused by them had already stood in front of the Qinglong Altar with an open mentality, waiting for the clerk to repeat the question he had already memorized to himself.

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Originally, I wanted to write a little bit about religion, but I was afraid of violating the ban, so I deleted it and changed it to a wild fox Zen with local characteristics.

This chapter was deleted and rewritten for 6 hours...... The chapters owed should be made up in the next few days.