Chapter 16 Divination "What do you use the wooden rack for? Do you usually set up a stall to do barbecue?" "Hehe, my dear guest, you have a good eye. This is indeed what we usually use for roasting meat." "Can we roast it today? This rack is big enough to roast a whole lamb, not to mention a chicken." Liu Yonglu followed a group of people strolling on the dead bone mudflats. He walked in the middle, with One-Eyed Mike leading the way in front, and the others followed behind pushing carts, for fear that Liu Yonglu would run away halfway. But they were worrying too much. Liu Yonglu didn't even think about escaping. Instead, he felt that his status was quite noble and that these people served him very well. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking around like an imperial envoy on inspection. When he saw the wooden racks on both sides of the dirt road, he stopped to study them with great interest. While he stopped studying, a few more crabs crawled out in front of the crowd. One-Eyed Mike still waited for them to leave first, not daring to overstep his authority. "Brother, you have a lot of crabs here... You eat them all the time, right? How tender are they? Are they fat?" Mike showed a rare look of awe on his face. He turned his head nervously and whispered, "Of course I haven't eaten it. Don't talk nonsense."
"You've never eaten it? How dare you ever eat crab? Brother, are you allergic to seafood?" Mike stared at Liu Yonglu fiercely, his large, dirty linen robe shaking unnaturally. "Can you simmer two for me later so I can see what they taste like?" Liu Yonglu was eager to try, and he bent down to catch the crabs. The people behind him seemed to have been greatly insulted. They drew their daggers and waited for Mike's order to chop the madman into pieces. Mike's expression was also unnatural, but when he thought of the ancient relic in Liu Yonglu's pocket, he shook his head slightly and signaled everyone to put away their weapons. He holds a high status in the tribe and has access to forbidden knowledge that other tribesmen cannot. Ancient relics are all great creations left by unknown gods. Each of them contains the will of gods and extraordinary knowledge. They can bring misfortune to ignorant mortals, but also bring them power. He also had no idea what kind of power the ancient relic in the madman's hand possessed. If he acted rashly, he would probably anger the god and bring disaster to the village. He calmly took out two pieces of fingers from his pocket and secretly threw them into the grass. The crabs chased the fingers and quickly disappeared on the dirt road. Liu Yonglu didn't hold a torch for lighting, and the crabs ran very fast. He tried to catch them twice but failed both times, so he had to return home in disappointment. The group walked for more than twenty minutes before finally arriving at a village. There are three or four fire-shaped wooden frames on each side of the village gate. Low wooden houses are built behind them. There is also a wooden sign at the entrance of the village with the words "Imer Family Territory" written on it. "Is this all yours?" Liu Yonglu gestured. "All over the dead bone beach." "Wow, that's quite wide." Liu Yonglu's sightseeing was not just out of curiosity. He also had his business. Why did he come here? Wasn't it to investigate the cultists? When Liu Yonglu heard that there was a family living in this village, his mind raced. His first thought was that he had come to the wrong place, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt suspicious. How can everyone in such a large village have the same surname? No outsiders? That's impossible. Even if they were close relatives, there wouldn't be enough people. Maybe they smuggled in kidnapped people. Yes, that must be the case. No cult would put up a sign so openly saying that it is a cult. There must be a cover. This family is most likely a den.
Thinking of this, he took a few quick steps and walked side by side with One-Eyed Mike. There was a bonfire beside the dirt road in the village, so he could see the road without the help of the other person. Without waiting for Mike to lead the way, he just wandered around freely. It was already late at night. There was no one in the village and not even the barking of dogs could be heard. It was completely silent. Liu Yonglu had experience in community service. He could tell whether there was anyone at home and how many people there were just by passing by the door. After a round, he estimated that the village was not small, with several hundred people, which further confirmed his inner thoughts. This village is very strange. There is no arable land around the village. Even if there is smuggled liquor, it may not be able to feed so many people. What's more, he had checked the supplies that had just been delivered. Most of them were daily necessities, with some seasonings. What did these people usually eat? "Dear guest, please sit inside." One-Eyed Mike was also a little confused about Liu Yonglu's mental state. Did he come here to discuss bootleg liquor business? He didn't believe this nonsense. It was obvious that the other party was coming for the god behind him, but he couldn't figure out his intentions. Everyone entered a warehouse, which was filled with dry wheat for brewing wine, as well as many wooden barrels. It seemed that this was the village's private brewing factory. Mike asked his men to drag a few wooden boxes over. Everyone sat on the boxes and looked at Liu Yonglu, waiting for him to speak. "Well! Boss, I'm new to your precious place, and I'd like to do business with you." Liu Yonglu coughed and used the lines he had read in Crossing the Guandong. But after he finished speaking, Mike and the men under him still didn't say anything. They all looked at him straight. What do you mean? Don't understand? "Can you sell me some of this wine? I'm thinking of buying some. I like to drink wine, too. I drink two or three taels with every meal." Still no reply, the air seemed to be stagnant. The warehouse was huge, and the village had no electricity. There were only a few kerosene lamps lit. The huge darkness seemed to be swallowing Liu Yonglu. "You don't understand what I'm saying, don't you? Can you guys take charge? If not, call someone who can!" Liu Yonglu thought that the only way left for him was to be ruthless, so he stood up and walked out. However, as soon as he took a step, two villagers stood up and blocked his way. "Damn it!" Liu Yonglu reached into his pocket and took out the black stone. After taking it out, he was stunned for a moment, thinking he had taken the wrong one, so he quickly put it back and took out his gun. As soon as he saw the black stone in Liu Yonglu's hand, Mike finally spoke: "Dear guest, please take a seat and tell me what you want to say." Hey, they really scared me. Liu Yonglu stared at the other person with a stern face. He learned his lesson this time. If the other person ignored him, he would just keep silent to see who would give up first. The air stagnated again, and two minutes later it was Mike who spoke first: “Do you have anything to say? Or does the oracle you are listening to have something to convey? Bringing you here is my highest honor to you. If you were an ordinary person, you would have already become a sacrament by the river." Oracle? Holy Communion? What the heck. Liu Yonglu was stunned at first, but then he was happy. It seemed that he had found the right place. These guys were indeed related to the cultists! After he felt relieved, he began to think about how to get them to talk. When investigating cult members, you have to find out the truth yourself. What do they believe in and how many immoral things have they done? You have to explain it clearly to the operator. Let's ask their god first. I wonder if it has anything to do with the plague story of coachman John. "When the plague broke out several hundred years ago, I wanted to come here, but... I came several hundred years late and didn't catch up with that group." Liu Yonglu thought about the situation when he dealt with Patrick. Sometimes you can't speak human language in front of a charlatan! "Hmph, hypocritical excuse, the swamp was the entrance to hell back then.
We were a people abandoned by all gods. They watched us fend for ourselves, rot and stink. Only our Lord conveyed the oracle to us, allowing us to preserve our lives and reproduce. " Mike's eyes were fierce, and the iron-chip-colored spots on his face were moving, which was particularly terrifying. "Do you believe in such a spirit? Isn't it a trick of the fox Zen?" Liu Yonglu sneered and shook his head. He was trying to provoke the opponent. Several tribesmen around Mike immediately sat up from the boxes. The ones in front of them directly took out their daggers, but Liu Yonglu remained motionless and just looked at everyone with a sneer. “Humph, the followers of false gods can only speak nonsense. But the great and ancient Basatan can show us the way with his all-seeing twisted eye." Mike raised his hand to block the tribesmen and snorted. "What? Pointing out the direction? Just fortune-telling?" "The entrance to Hell was full of dead bodies and people carrying the plague. It was Basatan who heard the call of our people and concluded a contract with us to help us reach the Dead Bone Beach, the promised land." "Just show me the way? Are you guys just thinking about his kindness?" "If you continue to be stubborn, I don't mind letting my people take you to experience the torment and torture brought by the fire and mud. No matter which false god you believe in, we don't care." When Liu Yonglu saw that his provocation had exhausted its effect and the other party did not seem to be able to reveal more information, he changed the subject. "If you want to tell fortunes, I can do that too. If you don't believe me, I'll tell you one." Liu Yonglu put his feet on the large wooden box that served as a coffee table and spoke while picking his nose. "You want divination? I'd like to see it." The young man who had just pulled the canvas came closer, took out a dagger and stabbed it hard into the wooden box: "But if your calculation is wrong, I will be the main sacrificer who takes off your half-cooked flesh and bones today." "Okay, no problem, but I have a problem with fortune telling. I can't have anyone watching me. If you want to tell fortunes, you have to come one by one." In fact, no one in the Imer family knows what fortune-telling means exactly, but it must be similar to divination. This is probably the special language of the god that this fanatic believes in. The young man saw Mike nod slightly at him and sat down opposite Liu Yonglu. "Wait a minute... I have to do some preparations. Do you usually treat your worship to God so frivolously?" Liu Yonglu bowed slightly and sat up straight. "Okay, but you can't run away." Mike waved his hand and led his people out of the warehouse. When Liu Yonglu saw that everyone had left, he quickly jumped up from the box. He first found a broken bottle in the corner and filled it with blood-red liquid from the most conspicuous large wooden barrel in the corner. Then he broke off a piece of wood, wrote "NO" on it, put the board on the box, and hid the blood-red liquid into his robe. The purpose of pouring wine was to collect samples for investigation and to prevent the headquarters from not believing what they said. The wooden board was a trick for fortune-telling later. After finishing the preparations, he cleared his throat and shouted: "First person, come in!" Please read my novel, please read my novel very much, muah.
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