Lu Yao observed that the forest tribes had no belief in gods, no temples, and no signs similar to totems.
The shaman does not show dependence on the gods like the prophet. He is more like an experienced elder, relying on the experience accumulated by his ancestors to guide the entire tribe.
This is a good thing for Lu Yao.
If a forest tribe also believes in a certain god, a conflict of beliefs is likely to occur, and a war may break out between the tribes.
Now there is a wider road between the Garlic Tribe and the Forest Tribe. Houses have been built on both sides of the road, including the Garlic Tribe's huts and the Forest Tribe's treehouses. The two tribes have become closer.
Lu Yao waited for the complete integration of the two tribes.
Suddenly, he heard a faint cell phone ringtone.
The bell rang for more than twenty seconds, then rang again, over and over again.
The sound comes from outside.
Lu Yao lives in an old community. His building is located outside, next to a semi-enclosed alley. The alley is usually used for parking, and many cars are filled with dust.
There are no people in the alley during the day, and it is even quieter at night.
Lu Yao walked to the window and looked out.
There is only one cement street lamp in the parking alley, and the dim light can only illuminate an area under the lamp post, while the rest of the area is pitch black.
Lu Yao saw something swaying left and right under the light, like something hanging on a street lamp post.
He felt something was wrong.
The street lamp was about twenty meters away from the window sill, and he could see a rough outline. Lu Yao looked carefully and found that there was a person hanging by a rope from the cement street lamp pole.
It was already dark at this time, there was no sound on the street, and the ringing of mobile phones was particularly clear in the alley.
Lu Yao immediately dialed 110.
"Hey, police officer? This is the motorcycle factory dormitory in Jiuyuan Community. There is a person hanging by a rope in the alley outside. Come here quickly."
The police asked him about the address and situation in detail and told him not to act rashly. They would come over immediately.
Putting down his phone, Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of matter should be handled by professional police.
The originally dormant cactus follower jumped onto the windowsill at this time. It faced the direction of the man in the alley, its spikes tense, as if it was very alert.
"What? What did you find?" Lu Yao subconsciously looked at this little thing.
The cactus attendant nodded.
Lu Yao sighed: "It's a pity that you can't speak. It would be great if you could speak."
"Great God Yao, if you say you can speak, your humble servants can speak."
The cactus servant knelt on the ground, and a voice with a strange accent came from its green body.
It's hard to distinguish between male and female with this voice.
Lu Yao was surprised: "You can speak?"
"Your humble servant can speak only if you allow him to speak." The cactus attendant said, "Otherwise, your humble servant cannot make his voice heard."
Lu Yao then thought about it, the pixel world and the real world were broken, so it would be no problem if the cactus could talk.
He asked: "What did you find about the man who was hung?"
"Lord God, that is a demonic ritual."
Cactus said respectfully: "Demons will gain faith through cruel and extreme rituals, and use fear and ignorance to confuse and control believers."
demon?
Lu Yao's face changed slightly.
"What is the difference between a demon and a god?"
"Lord God, the devil is the evil god of heresy."
Lu Yao understood.
The devil... another name, is another god player. In addition to himself, there are others who are also using "God Simulator" to obtain sacrifices.
He immediately remembered what Sister Peng said about perverts in Jiuyuan Community, and he would strip people and hang them up.
Lu Yao secretly warned himself that he needed to be more cautious so that no one could discover the emulator on his computer. Once the demon players knew about it, they would definitely snatch their magic props and attack them - that would no longer be in the game.
He found a small flowerpot and told the cactus attendant: "Without my permission, you can't move or speak. You are the cactus. Stay here well. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lord God." The cactus bowed.
In the parking alley, the ringtone of the mobile phone continued to repeat, as if calling for help.
Lu Yao looked at the man who was hung up under the lamppost again. He seemed tired, no longer shaking and struggling, and his physical features became much clearer.
Under the light, this person was wearing a black bra, and she should be a woman. In addition, she was a little dirty, and there seemed to be a lot of blood on her skin.
Lu Yao remembered that there was a telescope at home. With the help of the telescope, his vision became clearer.
He actually knew the person under the lamppost. The victim was a barber who worked in a barber shop called Model Cutting opposite the community. Her working name was Lisa, but her real name was unknown.
Because the price of model haircuts is affordable, a set of washing, cutting and blow-drying costs fifteen yuan. Lu Yao also often gets his hair cut there, so he has some impressions of Lisa.
She has light blonde hair, is probably in her early twenties, speaks softly, does not chatter endlessly, and is not annoying.
After Lisa was rescued by the police, she was completely frightened. She remained silent and wrapped herself in a coat given to her by the police, looking a little dazed.
There were many strange symbols smeared on her body with blood. Those symbols looked like some kind of deformed Arabic numerals. These symbols were connected to each other and like some kind of chains, wrapping her body layer by layer.
The police cordoned off the scene and visited Lu Yao to take notes.
He told the truth about what he witnessed, only concealing the part about the simulator and the demonic ritual.
After the police rescue and recording ended, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
Lu Yao is not sleepy at all with the [Energy Cane] in his hand, and staying up late is not a problem at all.
He looked at the cactus in the flowerpot on the table: "Have you been to our world before?"
"This is the first time for your humble servant to come to your God Realm. I was given life by the God of the Forest, but the God Realm where the God of the Forest is located seems to be different from the God Realm you are in. There are everywhere there.
It’s all water… I’m too insignificant and can’t understand how the divine world exists.”
"What does the satyr look like?"
"Cannot look directly. Just like you, the great god, I cannot describe the appearance of a great being like you. I can only vaguely see some shadows of the gods."
Lu Yao pried some information from the mouth of the cactus.
The cactus has no name. It is one of the many cactus followers created by the forest god. It has been working in the temple all its life. The forest god created the cactus followers in his world and sent their gifts into the pixel world.
They are not recalled.
It only knew that the temple gradually collapsed, which meant the death of the forest god. Finally, the cactus was buried underground with the collapse of the temple, and was dug out many years later by the forest tribesmen when they were looking for mushrooms and berries.
However, only gods can drive the cactus away. Pixel life cannot restore the cactus to its true form. It can only feel that it is different from other plants.
"Since you are a relic left by the God of the Forest, then your name is..."
Lu Yao pointed to the forehead of the cactus and said: "Little fire."