Standing in front of the long-abandoned paper mill on the outskirts of the city, Zhang Luo and the three looked at each other.

Twenty years ago, the mill was a major source of tax revenue for the city. But because the pollution was so severe that the large amount of white, viscous and bubbling wastewater discharged even affected another city downstream along the river, it was forced to shut down and stop production altogether as early as 10 years ago.

Because of the residual pollutants, this place, like the sewage treatment plant where the portal of the Strange Tales Research Society is located, belongs to the kind of barren land that usually no one cares about, and there is not even a ghost.

But today, the situation is clearly different:

"Taishan Mansion Jun, it seems to have something to do with your Taoism, right?" Zhang Luo stared at the eight big characters on the door that emitted a bloody smell.

"This guy can't be our man, and this kind of declaration seems disrespectful to us." Li Wenchong stepped forward with a frown, and pushed the iron door in front of the paper mill hard, but found that the door did not move.

"Leave it to me." Frankenstein motioned for Zhang Luo and the others to leave the door, then strode between the two iron gates, and kicked them sideways simply and rudely!

"Bang!"

Almost as loud as the gunshots tore apart the peace of the night, the locked iron door was kicked open and slammed into the wall, making a dull roar again.

"I'm wondering what effect this kick will have if it kicks in a certain part......" Zhang Luo whispered to the Taoist priest beside him.

"Don't say it, my legs are shaking a little." Li Wenchong glared at him.

After the girl in white broke down the door, the three of them walked into the courtyard of the paper mill and observed the surrounding scene with the help of the "light" on the girl's white arm:

At this time, this square courtyard surrounded by walls on all sides was filled with an ominous aura - in the center of the courtyard, a huge stone slab was flat, and above the stone slab, it was stained with black liquid of unknown things, and there were some suspicious bones falling next to it, which looked like a simple altar.

"What's going on?" Zhang Luo's voice was a little confused.

-- The scene in front of him looked like he had performed some kind of ritual in ancient times, and although he had studied the ritual before, he had never seen the actual ritual site with his own eyes, so he didn't know what was going on here.

Hearing his question, Frankenstein shook his head and said he didn't know. Li Wenchong cautiously stepped forward, stood next to the simple altar and thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Oh no, this is supposed to be a god-calling ritual, and if that guy really succeeds, even Miss Frankenstein will be very difficult to defeat him without the blessing of the gods!"

"I want to hear about it." Zhang Luo immediately took over the conversation.

As an avid lover of strange stories, although he knew that the current situation was not suitable for "forced explanation", he still could not suppress his curiosity.

Li Wenchong sighed and explained: "In ancient times, there were rituals to sacrifice to gods all over the world, and in some ceremonies, people would sacrifice some animals, even living people as sacrifices, you should know this, right? ”

"Of course."

"But some of these rituals that use people as sacrifices are not simply offerings to the gods, but rather rituals that call the gods. In these rituals, the performers of the rituals use some special methods...... Don't look at me like that, I don't know what to do, summon a part of the deity itself to the 'sacrifice'. If successful, that sacrifice will become the god's voice on earth! ”

"Oh, that is, to let God possess people, right? Something like a pen fairy. Zhang Luo nodded knowingly.

"The difference is big, those things summoned by the pen fairy are not gods, as for what they are, you know ......" Li Wenchong corrected the mistake in Zhang Luo's words and continued: "The guys who are possessed by the true gods are generally called 'divine supporters', because it is difficult for people's bodies to withstand divine power, these divine beings generally do not live long, and some even ascend to heaven after only saying a word. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Luo already understood what was going on here: the big exorcist hiding in the paper mill should have used the god-summoning ritual to summon Taishan Fujun or some other god to his body.

――If you can use your divine power for a long time, you may be able to kill all the ghosts here. But this wanton killing of souls is like a massacre, and it is no wonder that Li Wenchong will come to stop it.

"Now that there are no ghosts coming out, let's go inside, shall we? Just take that guy out and the commotion can stop. Li Wenchong set his eyes on the entrance of the dark factory dozens of meters away.

"Let's go." Frankenstein nodded in agreement.

Due to the earth-shattering sound that had been made when they opened the door before, the three of them did not try to sneak in, but walked directly into the paper mill that had been out of use for many years, and then immediately saw the "mission target" this time.

In the filthy dust of the sky, a five-meter-tall golden figure stood in the center of the factory, and the light projected from its body reflected the surrounding open space brightly.

The man was dressed in a "brilliant" golden robe with extremely intricate dragon patterns sewn on it, a magnificent crown with beaded curtains on his head, and his face was shrouded in a black mist, and he could not see anything.

Although he looked like he was a noble emperor, his whole body exuded an almost suffocating cold aura!

Before he got close to the other party, just standing in the distance, Zhang Luo felt that his body temperature had dropped by several degrees, and his blood seemed to be about to coagulate.

It was not so much a cold breath as a death breath. In the face of this existence that exudes a "dead air", even Zhang Luo, who has always been very calm, vaguely feels a trace of fear!

As for Li Wenchong next to him, he had already fallen to the ground and passed out at this time.

"This Taoist priest is unreliable." Zhang Luo sighed.

"He's just human." Frankenstein's tone was as uninspiring as usual.

Because she was a man of steel, the girl in white was not affected much, she stared at the figure of the "emperor" in the distance for a while, and then came to a simple conclusion: "It's the god of death." ”

"The god of death in our country is not the king of Hades? But is Hades dressed up so gorgeously? Zhang Luo couldn't confirm the identity of that god either.

The glorious emperor not far away didn't seem to take the two of them seriously, just stood there without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

But even so, Zhang Luo is currently facing an extremely serious problem:

-- What exactly do you have to do to defeat an being who is in charge of life and death in the world?

After thinking for a moment and not thinking of any feasible solution, Zhang Luo took a deep breath and clenched the "Water Monster Fang" in his hand.

"It doesn't seem like there's any chance of winning...... It seems that the only way to try is 'cheating'. ”