"Current known information: Nearly a hundred years ago, this world briefly collapsed due to the invasion of another world, the Shinto collapsed, and the original gods and Buddhas were eroded by evil spirits, fell, and turned into fallen gods that are now vigorously suppressed by the underworld."

"The followers of the fallen gods were guided by evil spirits to regain their divine throne for the existence they worshipped, and created an underground organization called the Shinto Sect, in a vain attempt to overthrow the world rebuilt by Hades and rebuild the heavenly court."

Torch had limited knowledge of the world, but he still tried to help Yan Jing as much as he could in terms of some important information.

Shinto people are like a group of lost and paranoid fanatics.

They were extremely convinced of the existence of their faith, but because of the latter's sudden "disappearance", they were at a loss, and finally, under the guidance of the evil in another dimension, they believed that it was the underworld that seized the throne, and in turn suppressed their faith.

This led to the founding of the Shinto cult.

'The fallen god, that is, the former immortal in this world, so what Xiang Liu devoured last night was actually the remnant soul of the immortal. ’

While Yan Jing had some understanding of the Shinto people in his heart, his eyes once again turned to Zhou Lao in front of him.

He wondered how the latter was going to restore the impurities that had been incorporated into the incense.

In fact, Bai Ruosu and Zhou Lao didn't pay much attention to Yan Jing, and the conversation between the two continued.

"Remember what I said, the mutation of the pious incense comes from the human flesh and blood mixed with it."

Zhou Lao stood back on the side of the pile of powder placed on the stage, stretched out his hand and twisted some, and then said,

"Each stick of pious incense is specially made through multiple processes, and its properties can be changed by casually mixing some contaminated flesh and blood, let alone transforming into an abnormal pious incense that can be absorbed by the fallen gods."

"What's wrong with the flesh?"

"That's right, I think that these flesh and blood are all from the fanatics of the fallen gods, who use themselves as guides, combined with the power of evil, to forcibly unlock the restriction that pious incense can only be used by the gods of the underworld."

So far, this is just Zhou Lao's speculation, and after a short silence, he continued,

"Because of this, as long as we can restore these flesh and blood and trace the remnant soul obsession in them, we will be able to know the fallen gods they believe in, so as to confirm whether they are related to the Shintoists."

To put it more bluntly, it is to strip away the obsession contained in the flesh and blood mixed with the pious incense, and then analyze it more deeply.

"These flesh powders. Can it be done? ”

Looking at the small pile of dark red powder on the desk, Bai Ruosu asked.

"Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to do it, and the equipment in the research room has not advanced to that extent, but don't forget, this is Wangxiangtai, we can't do it, it doesn't mean that the top can't do it, come with me."

Zhou Lao seems to be very confident in tracing the remnant soul, and the "top" he is talking about is obviously the middle level of Wangxiangtai.

As he spoke, he took some of the powder and led the two of them to the lifting platform on the side of the research room.

Bai Ruosu glanced at Yan Jing and walked up to follow, the latter was a little happy to be able to see the middle structure of Wangxiang Terrace.

You must know that Wangxiangtai itself is a forbidden place.

Anyone who forcibly breaks through without official permission will immediately be attacked by the troops stationed here, the Three Law Divisions, and even the Hades.

The factory may just be a place to make pious incense, but don't forget that the most important ingredient for making pious incense is the power of faith.

Above the factory is the place where the faith energy of the entire capital city gathers.

Such opportunities are rare but not sought.

Standing on the lifting platform, with the sound of the operation of the machine, the three of them gradually rose.

Yan Jing stood in the corner, his gaze wandering around.

The first few floors are still within the factory area, and through the grid fence around the lifting platform, Yan Jing can clearly see the process of making the incense.

It's the same as expected.

In order to produce enough incense to supply the whole city, the technology used in the factory must be an extremely efficient assembly line, and the large machinery responsible for each part of the process can be found everywhere, and the number of workers is very small, all they have to do is to fill in the gaps.

However, Yan Jing also knew that what was presented in front of him at this time was not the core process of making pious incense.

After all, what human craftsmanship can make is only the "surface" of pious incense, and the faith energy it contains is the real "inside", and this is bound to require the cooperation of the underworld to complete.

It is this special skill that the torch pursues.

As the height increased, Yan Jing quickly sensed through his own perception that they were leaving the area where the factory was located, and the psionic reflexes in the environment began to increase until the elevator suddenly stopped.

There is an invisible barrier above that prevents the elevator from continuing to ascend.

Zhou Lao took out a badge from his arms and put it on his chest, then pointed to the token on Bai Ruosu's waist, and said,

"The next thing we want to enter is where the real Wangxiangtai is, and there will be Yin soldiers and Yin generals who will come to verify their identity, and they only need to show their waist cards, which are better than any customs clearance certificate."

Waiting for Bai Ruosu to nod his head to indicate that he understood, Zhou Lao immediately pulled down the lever next to him.

Long~Long~

After a few muffled sounds, the elevator continued to climb, and the surrounding situation also changed a lot.

The former machine shop is completely gone.

The elevator entered an empty level, apparently the mezzanine between the middle and bottom of the Wangxiang Terrace.

Although there are large walls from the outside, there are actually many windows around this empty floor, and you can clearly see the street scene of the central area of the city outside.

It was noon, the sun's peak, and the sunlight that should have been hot showed an ethereal gray-blue color when it was cast into the empty layer.

Even after a brief glimpse, Yan Jing still realized that they were heading to an extremely special space.

Beyond the empty level, it is replaced by a vertical square walkway, and the elevator rises inside the corridor, and the surrounding light gradually dims, and then becomes pitch black.

Zhou Lao turned on the lights around the elevator for the first time, and Yan Jing and Bai Ruosu found that there were a large number of paintings related to the underworld carved on the surrounding corridors.

Perhaps due to environmental factors, they look rather dark overall, but the gods and ghosts of Hades that appear in the paintings are particularly charming.

"It's coming, be careful not to make threatening moves, and hold the waist card in your hand."

As if he had found some kind of sign, Zhou Lao suddenly reminded him.

At the same time, a melodious chanting sound sounded in the Yongdao, and Yan Jing, who was standing behind, immediately noticed that some of the Yongdao paintings above had energy fluctuations.

It didn't take long for several old oil-paper umbrellas to manifest on the elevator, and then a tall ghost in a robe with a mixture of brown and yellow and navy blue appeared.

Their faces are also covered by scarves, and they wear wide broken bamboo hats on their heads, and they walk down from a high place with a unique pace, clearly stepping on the empty place, but there is a distinct sound of percussion.

The gray mist filled with their appearance, and occasionally there were chains flicking, and the sound of collision sounded, needless to say, these must be the ghosts of the underworld who held the soul in front of them.

Bai Ruosu held the token in his hand, and Zhou Lao took the initiative to step forward, as the director of the research laboratory, his identity was also recognized by the underworld, and he should deal with these ghosts that looked very weird.

According to the normal process, the ghost will linger around the elevator for a short time to confirm whether the waist card and emblem are on the right one, but this time the ghost team's team only stopped for two seconds after descending and returned, and there was even an obvious bowing before leaving.

"Sure enough, it's a gold medal patrol, even if it's a ghost in the underworld, you have to give a few thin noodles in front of you."

Zhou Lao subconsciously thought that Bai Ruosu's token had played a role, and couldn't help but sigh.

As everyone knows, the latter was secretly looking back at Yan Jing at this time, and he was more and more sure in his heart that he was definitely a messenger sent by the underworld, and his status was definitely not low, otherwise how could he let the ghost cha make such a performance?

In any case, the ghost cha passed this level smoothly, and the elevator finally reached its destination.

It's just that the end area is a bit exaggerated.

Even if there were a few small lights installed around the elevator, all the three could see was within a few meters of the elevator.

"Here it is"

Bai Ruosu didn't expect that the middle level of Wangxiang Terrace would be such a scene, and asked with some hesitation.

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Lao stepped out first, took out the bag of flesh powder from his arms and put it in his palm, and blew into the depths of the darkness.

The dark red powder drifts away in the wind.

The aura of the fallen gods in it immediately spread.

The next second.

There were two loud bangs in the darkness.

Cow roar!

Horse hiss!

It's restored, and there's a change today.

Tomorrow will start the explosion!

(End of chapter)