RBCT Chapter 301 72 Pillar Demons
Chapter 301 72 Pillar Demons
The old village chief's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up:
"Don't go! Something's not right!"
Zhang Sanpao scoffed and walked out without looking back.
"You've really gotten old."
"If a delivery can scare you like this, how can you possibly lead the village to prosperity?"
The door swayed behind me; it wasn't closed properly.
The other villagers watched Zhang Sanpao's figure disappear into the night, a mocking smile appearing on their faces.
"The old village chief is seeing threats everywhere."
"He's just a deliveryman, is it really that big of a deal?"
"I'm afraid that hearing that Jiang Chaosheng has returned has brought up the fortune teller's words again."
"Honestly, village chief, why not just let people film movies at the mountain temple and use the money to support your retirement? That would be much better."
The old village chief was startled, and suddenly turned to the villager who had spoken:
"What did you say? Chao Sheng is back?"
The villager nodded:
"Fifth Aunt and Aunt Zhao saw it with their own eyes, right by the river."
Someone suddenly remembered something and lowered their voice:
"Back then, wasn't it Aunt Wu and Aunt Zhao who found Chao Sheng by the river? And in the end, Liu Shaniu adopted him..."
"What a coincidence..."
The old village chief's face paled inch by inch, his fingers trembled so much he could barely hold his pipe, and his lips moved, managing to utter only two words:
"Great disaster...great disaster."
Wang Ergou sensed something was wrong and frowned.
"Village chief, it's just a delivery, is it really that big of a deal?"
The old village chief suddenly looked up and stared at him:
"What time is it?"
Wang Ergou glanced down at his watch, completely unconcerned:
"11:30, what's wrong?"
"11:30," the old village chief said, emphasizing each word.
Will someone deliver packages?
The room fell silent.
Everyone shuddered.
Yeah, in the middle of the night, where would a deliveryman come from?
The old village chief added, his voice deep and resonant, as if it came from underground:
"Mr. Li once said that this great disaster was neither a natural disaster nor a man-made disaster—it was caused by something unclean."
Wang Ergou forced a smile:
"Village chief, please stop telling ghost stories... What era are we living in?"
Before the words were finished, a piercing scream erupted outside the door—
"Ah!!! Don't come any closer! Help!! There's a ghost!"
Everyone is stupid.
All terrified eyes turned toward the door.
But it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen except Zhang Sanpao's screams echoing sharply in the night.
The chorus grew louder and louder, then it abruptly stopped.
The old village chief shouted sternly:
"Quick! Turn off all the lights! Lock the door! Don't make a sound!"
The villagers were so frightened that they were completely disoriented, and no one dared to make a move.
The old village chief dropped his pipe, rushed to the wall, and pulled the power switch.
The whole room was plunged into darkness. He reached for the door again and locked it from the inside.
The moment the latch clicked into place, a knock sounded.
"Is anyone there? There's an email—can someone come out and sign it?"
Everyone covered their mouths, their faces ashen.
Someone peeked out through the crack in the window—
A person in green clothes was standing at the door, holding a cardboard box in his hands.
At the bottom of the box, dark red liquid was dripping down drop by drop.
At this moment, everyone's memories were pulled back to twenty-five years ago.
That capable Mr. Li once said—
Jiang Chaosheng will return one day, saving the village from a great disaster.
. . . . .
Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.
Jiang Chaosheng finally saw through the true colors of that "mayor".
A stone slab.
A stone slab covered with densely engraved incantations lay quietly on the hospital bed.
The cables for the ventilator and electrocardiogram monitor were all connected to the stone slab. The IV stand held saline solution, and the ends of the tubes dangled over the edge of the bed, with drops of liquid falling to the ground, leaving a small water stain.
The doctor leaned closer and cautiously began to speak:
"Mayor, how are you feeling? A sheriff has come to report to you."
The stone slab remained silent.
The doctor seemed to have heard something, so he leaned down, his ear almost touching the surface of the stone slab, nodding and frowning while muttering something under his breath.
A moment later, he straightened up, turned to Jiang Chaosheng, and slowly cracked a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The mayor wants you to report on your work."
Say what you want to say.
His voice was as gentle as if he were coaxing a child:
"But never lie—the mayor can tell."
Once you lie
Your mouth might have some problems.
I'll give you a thorough check-up then.
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth stretched wider and wider, almost reaching his ears.
Those eyes, filled with resentment and greed, were fixed on Jiang Chaosheng.
He had long suspected that Jiang Chaosheng was not a real sheriff, but just an ordinary person who had infiltrated the ranks undetected.
But the document was genuine, so he dared not act rashly.
The mayor has the ability to distinguish lies.
If Jiang Chaosheng is lying, his identity as a fake sheriff will be exposed, and he will be able to take action with a legitimate reason.
If Jiang Chaosheng hadn't lied, the sheriff's identity would have been exposed, and he could have taken action just the same way.
Either way, it's death.
He was waiting for Jiang Chaosheng to speak.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned and raised his hand to touch his forehead.
Why does it stop hurting now?
Why isn't that eye-like thing coming out again?
He was gambling.
He was betting that by arriving in front of the "Mayor," the source of the strange events in this small Rhine town, he could trigger some kind of change in his body.
In hindsight, it was a bad bet.
He withdrew his hand without changing his expression, his tone as calm as if he were chatting with a colleague:
In hindsight, it was a bad bet.
He withdrew his hand without changing his expression, his tone as calm as if he were chatting with a colleague:
"Okay, sure. I won't lie to the mayor."
After saying that, he walked straight to the bedside and, to the doctor's astonishment, grabbed the stone slab with both hands.
The doctor shouted sternly:
"What are you doing?!"
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at him but ignored him.
Why not just stay silent?
Not speaking does not constitute lying.
He picked up the stone slab, adopted the respectful demeanor of a subordinate to a superior, and even patted the sides of the slab as if concerned for his leader's health.
"Mayor, how have you been lately?"
The doctor stared intently at him, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he still didn't dare to make a move—
He couldn't be sure whether the person was real or fake.
Jiang Chaosheng ignored him, squinted his eyes, and focused on examining the incantation on the stone slab.
The stone slab itself may not be anything special; the real mystery lies in these incantations.
He read through the symbols line by line, and they seemed to come alive, leaping into his pupils one after another and imprinting themselves on his eyes.
More and more, denser and denser.
The incantation filled the entire field of vision.
A sharp pain suddenly exploded from the depths of my eyes!
It's not my eyes that hurt—it's my soul.
It was as if someone had used an invisible saw to cleave his soul right in the middle.
Jiang Chaosheng could barely grip the stone slab; the veins on the back of his hands bulged out.
Just as the excruciating pain was about to tear his consciousness apart, the flesh between his eyebrows began to twitch again.
A purple vertical eye slowly opened, just a slit wide enough to absorb all the incantations overflowing from it.
The incantation, like flowing water, was drawn away from his eyes and flowed back into his third eye.
In the darkness, profound information flooded into my mind like a tidal wave—
The Stone Tablet of King Solomon.
King Solomon: A legendary monarch of the Western Paradise during the Age of Gods' Fall.
King Solomon made a deal with the last human king, obtaining this stone tablet that sealed the seventy-two demon gods.
With this stone tablet, he became a legendary monarch of that era.
He was the human being that God most wanted to kill, second only to the last human emperor.
This stone slab represents God's most shameful past.
Information was still pouring in, but Jiang Chaosheng's gaze fell on his right arm.
The half-open eye between its brows was "flowing" out streaks of pitch-black runes.
The runes slid down his nose to his cheeks, then climbed up his neck to his shoulders, and finally flowed slowly down to his right arm, imprinting themselves into his skin one by one.
It was as if someone had used invisible needles to tattoo these mysterious and bizarre patterns into his flesh, stroke by stroke.
Immediately afterwards, another piece of information surfaced in the depths of her consciousness—
Those who have not yet awakened their spiritual senses, or those who have already awakened them, can summon different demons in different environments.
Those who awaken their divine abilities can consume divine power to summon demon gods at will.
[Current Environment - Hospital.]
Jiang Chaosheng looked at the stone slab in his hand again.
The incantation was gone from the stone slab; it was just like an ordinary stone slab.
The doctor shouted sternly:
"What did you do to the mayor?"
Jiang Chaosheng took a deep breath, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips:
"Sure enough, I've experienced a lot of bizarre things in the past two years."
He slowly turned his head to look at the doctor:
"Which demon could be in the hospital?"
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P.S.: Sorry, I'm renovating my house, so updates have been slower.