Over the next few days, the rituals of the god of life spread from city to city, though most of the survivors took a wait-and-see attitude.

Eliminate the plague that has swept through the oasis and still have credibility to bring the dead back to life?

Such a miracle has not been ever achieved even in history.

Countless legends who have left their names in history have pursued this path, and in the end, all of them have returned in vain.

The closest thing to it should be the cloning technology researched by the coalition government, but it was eventually stopped by humanitarians because of social and ethical issues.

What's more, according to the grapevine from unknown sources, the scope of the ritual resurrection of the dead is not limited to a single person, and all the dead in the oasis can enjoy this miracle equally.

It has nothing to do with wealth, power, or fame, and once the ritual can be realized, even the most destitute beggars in the oasis will have the opportunity to see their relatives and friends who have died in the epidemic again.

And the price of this miracle is......

There is no price.

They don't have to make any sacrifices, they don't have any demands from the strongmen, they just stay, even if they unfortunately die of an infectious disease in the meantime, they will return to this world on the day of a miracle.

Because of this, the hearts of the survivors are full of contradictions these days.

Reason tells them that there is no such good thing in the world, and that not even the Brotherhood's fraud syndicates would use this kind of clumsy lie that can be seen through by intuition alone, but on the other hand, everyone expects it to be true.

Compared to the contradictory people, the cultists are much more determined.

They believe more than anyone else that the God of Life can achieve this miracle, and they fully meet the criteria of a villain put forward by Song Lan - tenacious and full of action, almost no need to screen, and those who stand out from the screening are almost all cultists, who are full of subjective initiative and devote themselves to the arrangement of the ritual.

Over the course of a few days, they did everything they could.

Swap ritual runes, plant curses at totems, and poison chicken soup.

The poisoned chicken soup Lu Xiang just tasted it and stopped drinking it.

"What's the smell of sand in there?"

The delicate eyebrows were twisted together, and her expression was still a little aggrieved, this was the chicken soup she had been looking forward to for a long time, and it was claimed that it would be simmered for three hours on low heat.

"Oh, it's not the cultists who poisoned the chicken soup."

Chef Song Lan stood up to avenge the innocent cultists, "This soup is stewed. ”

Obviously, there were also internal ghosts among the three of them, and now Song Lan suspected that Lao Xu's saying that he wanted to learn a few cooking skills with him was actually for the arrival of this moment, completely ruining Lu Xiang's good mood for a day before the countdown to the ceremony.

Damn old vanity!

"Why did you let him into the kitchen? What are your intentions? ”

Lu Xiang questioned Song Lan, "Everything he makes smells of sand!" ”

As a customer, she doesn't care about trivial things in the kitchen, Song Lan is the chef, and he should be responsible for any problems with the dishes, especially since they all know how many catties and taels Lao Xu's cooking skills are.

"It was his enthusiasm that struck me."

While the cultists did everything they could to stumble during the ritual, they were not idle.

This meeting with two old friends made him think about the pain, and he looked back on his chaotic life in the past few years, and finally woke up and found the root of all problems.

The main reason why he has been alone for so many years is that he does not have good cooking skills.

I think that Song Lan's cooking skills were half a pound and eight taels with him, but this kid's sense of smell was always one step ahead of everyone, and during his mixed life, he didn't know where to steal this cooking skill, and under his offensive, Lu Xiang was really captured.

"Lao Xuan said that when this incident settles down, it will be time for him to embark on the journey of a food seeker."

In fact, the proportion of the villain "Corruption" in their chats has been infinitely close to zero these days, and no one has taken this villain who tries to subvert the entire country with the plague to heart.

"Lao Lu, I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you said, I cooked this chicken soup carefully according to the recipe provided by Lao Song!"

The sous chef Lao Xu broke into the room, and the chicken soup that had been boiled for three hours was his confident work, but the customer pushed it aside in disgust after only one bite.

"Did you really cook exactly according to my recipe?"

Song Lan also tasted it, and the taste of the sand overshadowed the deliciousness of the chicken soup, destroying all the coordinated taste, and this taste was undoubtedly devastating in the chicken soup, which is mainly light and delicious.

There's a reason he chose the recipe for chicken broth, which is already one of the easiest dishes for a novice.

And for Lu Xiang, who has been working hard day and night recently, drinking a few bowls to replenish his body is also a beautiful thing.

"Don't look down on me, I'm the one who opened a fried shop!"

The suspicious eyes of the two made Nothingness furious, and in order to prove his strength, he waved his fingers like a number of treasures, "First of all, cut the high-quality chicken into pieces, wash and set aside, soak the mushrooms, wolfberries, and red dates until soft, and prepare onions, ginger and garlic and other accessories." ”

When the foam was skimmed off and the aroma of chicken soup spread through the room, he really felt that he had stepped on the path of a chef, and the notes of the food seemed to be dancing in front of his eyes, "After cleaning the foam, put the delicious shiitake mushrooms, fine goji berries, sweet red dates in the pot along with green onions, ginger and garlic, and finally put in some salt and wonderful sakira......

"Wait a minute."

Song Lan finally found out what the problem was, "What is the wonderful Shakira?" ”

"You don't even know Shakira? This is the most common local condiment in the oasis. ”

"You show it to me."

After careful study and tasting, Song Lan finally made an important scientific discovery this morning - there is always a smell of sand in the dishes made by Lao Xu, which has nothing to do with the influence of some "laws", it is purely that he always adds some "wonderful sakira" to the dishes.

As for what exactly Shakira is......

Song Lan had never seen this kind of seasoning, and could only taste that this thing looked like finely ground sand.

This shows that Lao Xu's situation is different from Lao Lu, his low cooking skills can find a scientific basis, and Lao Lu can still serve a dish that even the night heron does not eat even when he has completed every step, which has obviously touched the power of some unknown "law".

"Needless to say, I know what the problem is right now."

"You said that the true secret of cooking is to find a woman who can give her all of her food from the bottom of your heart, but I haven't met it yet." ”

"No, if you don't give up on your 'wonderful Shakira,' even if you meet each other, it will only escalate into a family dispute."

Song Lan said with a realistic attitude.

This reminded him of the first time Lu Xiang came to his rental house.

At that time, he was stewing ribs in the kitchen, and at that time, the simple supervisor had not yet begun to study the book with bad guidance such as "A Love Trick Every Day", and he stood at the door and tried his best to finally succeed.

Compared with Lao Lu now, she was really young and ignorant at that time.

But if he was stewing in the pot not ribs but wonderful Shakira, I am afraid that it will not only be difficult for him to have a follow-up development with his supervisor, but also very likely to be deducted 2,000 watts of salary because of his work attitude.

According to Lu Xiang afterwards, she went to Song Lan privately that day because she found that there was a serious problem in the logistics department, and these people were all stuffed into the law enforcement team through various connections during the inauguration of the former supervisor, nominally civilian personnel, but in fact salary thieves.

It was a bad debt from a former supervisor who had seriously considered disbanding the idle-duty department.

Song Lan's braised pork ribs that night made her change her opinion and made her understand that even such a department actually has the meaning of existence.

In retrospect, their first encounter taught the supervisor to "flexibly" apply the rules from an iron-faced and selfless boss.

"Shredded potatoes!"

Customer Lu Xiang spoke, "Your restaurant actually served me this kind of dish, you must compensate me for a freshly made hot and sour potato shreds, otherwise it will ......."

She glanced at the time.

There were still 20 minutes before the ceremony began, which was enough for Song Lan to serve one of his specialty dishes.

She didn't want to go hungry for the ceremony.

"Otherwise?"

Nothingness asked inexplicably, "Otherwise, what?" ”

"Otherwise, I'm going to use my power to close down your restaurant, and then get your chef in and educate him about the consequences of treating your customers like this."

He can't stay in this restaurant for a second!

"Nothingness" brushed his sleeves away, he must go outside now to calm down, and he still has to eat the celebration banquet with his stomach in the evening, but he can't be fed on such an inexplicable occasion.

………

"Hmph."

The conversation in the room was fully watched, and the people shrouded in shadows smiled.

His form quickly blended with the shadows again, and when a bright red sigil shimmered, he lowered his voice and said, "Everything is what you expected, the separation of power seems to have taken a toll on her memory, and she has become someone else entirely." ”

The ritual is imminent, but he is still thinking about the appetite.

How can such a person be worthy of the name of the gods?

The power of the last fragment was apparently also abused.

The god had lost its followers, and at the moment there was only a young man and an old man left by her side.

“…… Yes, I see, you just wait to enjoy this great show. ”

Those in the shadows could not hide their excitement that after the ceremony was over, they would have a supreme position in the Church - there was no more legendary and resounding name for the warriors who defeated the gods.

What can a young man and an old man do now?

……………………………………

As the midday sun hung high in the sky, conflicted survivors spontaneously descended into the streets.

Ricott told them that when the ritual was completed, a miracle would befall the land.

The ritual centered on the bell tower enveloped the entire city of Lut, and over the past few days, the messenger of the god of life had personally selected people to help him complete this unprecedentedly complex ritual.

Carved with obscure runes they'd never seen before, they stood one by one with a texture similar to that of a giant tree in all corners of the city—exactly where the Oasis Peace Company once set up its statues.

Each of the electees was assigned an independent task, and the entire process was kept in such a high degree of secrecy that even the people involved in the ceremony did not know the mission of others, let alone the melon-eating masses who did not know the truth.

"It's time."

The people in the square invariably raised their heads and looked at the bell tower.

The last time, many of them witnessed Ricott's resurrection from the dead, and it was from that moment that he became the messenger of the god of life that people believed.

Ricott climbed the bell tower alone.

He has mixed feelings right now.

Deception was not a pleasant feeling, he knew from the beginning that this ritual would not really dispel the plague, let alone bring the dead back to life, but it was the most effective way to find out the cultists.

He had to pacify the disappointed after getting rid of all the cultists.

However, the battle against "corruption" and the plague is destined to be a long war, and the poison of the Brotherhood and the Oasis Peace Corporation has already infiltrated every corner of the oasis, and it will not be completed overnight.

It's time for the ceremony to kick off.

The sudden dark clouds obscured the sunlight and seemed to open the curtain for a miracle.

Even the cultists hidden in the crowd were looking forward to what was to come, because according to Ricott, even for the gods, the resurrection of the dead was a forbidden ritual, a ritual that would put a great load on the god of life, and if the ritual was set up wrong, it would turn against the person who performed it.

Every area that needs to be laid out is full of religious overtones.

They couldn't read the obscure runes, but they were undoubtedly words left over from ancient times.

In the Oasis, belief in the god of life began mainly after the Third War, but many archaeologists say that his existence is much older, so old that even the historical documents at their disposal cannot measure its age.

The cultists knew very well that miracles would not befall the land, but everyone present could still witness a miracle with their own eyes.

That will be the moment when the god of life falls.

There were more and more dark clouds overhead, and the black oppressive clouds made the city of Rut enter the night early.

I don't know how long it took for the city to finally change.

The tremors beneath their feet caused a commotion among the crowd, and before they could scatter and flee, vines broke through the ground and entangled their targets.

The cultists, who were still waiting for a good show, were restrained before they could react.

"I'm so sorry, everybody."

Ricott's voice from the top of the bell tower was heard clearly in the ears of each of the survivors, "The real purpose of this ritual is not to dispel the plague and resurrect the dead, but to get rid of all the cultists who have slipped between you and me—I am sure that these are the spies hidden among us." ”

The small theater of its two hundred and eighty-nine:

Thursday, evening, year, month, day

Since communicating with Guan Lili in detail about the mystery of the name, Song Lan has grown.

But Lu Xiang must emphasize that not all growth is positive - the growth of this stupid bird is mainly reflected in the fact that he has no shame at all!

In the past, he knew how ashamed he was to get a name, and he would hide the good name, but now, he even dared to give his own unique opinion on naming in the high-level conference room of the swarm without changing his face.

The reason why it has evolved into the way it is now is also because there are always a few of them holding Song Lan's tumor.

Here, she criticizes the 'King' and the Devourer by name.

No matter how outrageous the name Song Lan proposed, both of them would applaud, and even worse, they were both in high positions in their respective fields, and they could always influence a lot.

"Lao Lu, you don't understand the true mystery of choosing a name at all, and you don't understand the importance of a maverick name!"

Song Lan gave an impassioned speech in front of the baby, "The biggest problem with the artichoke is not only that it is an ingredient, but more importantly, the name has no characteristics at all. But I can assure you that I have a name that is absolutely unique, and you will find the same name in the coalition government, no, no, no, nowhere else in the world! ”

The little baby stared at her eyes curiously, and she rarely saw her father and mother arguing like this.

"Okay, let's compare."

Lu Xiang said, "Since everything has been said here, the loser will be punished!" ”