231People's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can be exploited
Dongshan Park.
The first part of the public memorial ceremony, that is, "all personnel salute the victims", lasted only fifteen seconds and ended.
The next step is to pay tribute to the family members and pay pensions.
Family members were divided into groups of fifty, each dressed in black, lined up neatly, and placed a lit spiritual candle in front of the monument.
There was a lot of crying at the scene, which was really depressing.
The so-called "soul-calling candle" is exactly the custom of this world.
This kind of candle is divided into two layers: the outer wax is red, representing flesh and blood, and the inner wax is yellow, representing the soul.
When the candle burns, white smoke is produced and floats into the sky, which means that "the soul will surely return to the top of the Shenrong."
Let’s say a digression.
The batch of spiritual candles used by the family members were sponsored free of charge by a chamber of commerce, which also donated 100 gold coins, which was considered "name advertising fee."
Among the crowd at the foot of the mountain.
Many people spontaneously uttered a sentence.
"May your souls return to the top of the Divine Banyan Tree!"
This sentence was repeated over and over again.
Until tens of thousands of people chanted in unison, they gathered into a huge wave of sound that spread far into the distance.
Many people were so emotional that they even shed tears.
Cheng Han stood on the top of the mountain, listening to the sound waves sweeping by, and couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
This is unexpected.
But it just proves one thing - this public sacrifice ceremony has truly twisted the hearts of more than 10,000 people into a single rope.
*
Government Building.
The Grand Consul Bai Yichuan was presiding over a meeting.
In recent times, your Excellency has been facing tremendous pressure, his temper has become more and more irritable, and he has become more and more fond of convening various meetings to demonstrate his diligent attitude.
What's ridiculous is that because Bai Yichuan personally intervened in certain matters, things that could have been solved simply became more and more complicated.
This also made a group of subordinates miserable.
"...The top of the divine banyan tree!"
A wave of sound swept through less than half of the city, drifting faintly in the wind.
Bai Yichuan was scolding Fang Qiu nonstop, but now he frowned in displeasure: "What's the sound outside?"
Some participants listened carefully and suddenly realized something.
But no one spoke.
Everyone knows that for the Grand Consul, a certain director is an absolute taboo, and there is a high chance that if you mention it, you will get a meal.
"...The top of the divine banyan tree!"
The sound came again.
Bai Yichuan looked at the female secretary with a bossy tone: "Shulin, go out and take a look and see what's going on?"
Ding Shulin responded respectfully and quickly left the conference room.
The female secretary limped slightly on her right foot while walking.
The Grand Consul lost his temper just now and used her as a "punching bag" again. His action was so intense that he twisted his right foot.
five minutes later.
Ding Shulin returned to the conference room, approached her boss's ear with a trepidation, and whispered the matter again: "Your Excellency, this is..."
After she finished speaking, another wave of sound happened to come.
"...The top of the divine banyan tree!"
Bai Yichuan turned his head and looked at the window, his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
Because in the ears of the great consul, the people's mourning shouts in unison seemed to be a naked demonstration against him.
Damn the unruly people!
Bai Yichuan forced himself to suppress the urge to curse, took a deep breath, and shouted with a livid face: "We will discuss the remaining matters tomorrow. Let's adjourn the meeting now."
Ding Shulin's calves trembled uncontrollably.
The female secretary suddenly had a bad premonition that this old dog might torment her again.
She secretly glanced at her boss's profile with age spots and cursed fiercely in her heart: Why didn't Xuange get rid of this old immortal thing earlier?
*
East top of the mountain.
The second part of the ceremony has now come to an end.
The family members' worship service has ended, and it is the turn of a group of wealthy donors to send flowers to the monument in turn.
at this time.
Cheng Han was suddenly stunned for a moment.
next moment.
The surrounding scene suddenly froze.
Four smooth mirrors appeared silently around them.
Cheng Han observed it and found that his own figure was reflected back and forth in the mirror, making it seem as if there were countless versions of himself.
He stared at it for a few seconds and then saluted: "What a great way to guard you, sir!"
According to the deduction results, this is the "mirror projection technique" performed by the Xuanshi guarding the city with the help of the Xuanzhen.
His name is Zhao Qihuan.
After a while.
A gentle male voice with a smile sounded out of thin air: "How did you guess it was me?"
Cheng Han gave a small compliment: "The Lord Guard is sitting in Anhua City. How can the Mengsheng Society have the courage to openly use such mysterious methods? The answer is ready to come out."
Zhao Qihuan smiled and said, "You are indeed as sharp as the rumors say."
The word "sharp" mentioned in this sentence is enough to prove that the guarding Xuanshi had done a fairly in-depth understanding in advance.
Cheng Han said modestly: "You are overly complimentary."
After one breath.
Countless illusory figures suddenly emerged from the mirror.
The figure in the mirror is quite tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing an exquisite Xuanshi black robe, and holding a crescent-shaped short soldier in his right hand.
It is Zhao Qihuan's "projection".
The short weapon in this person's hand has extremely complicated patterns carved on its surface. It is obviously a powerful weapon used by Xuanshi - Xuanbing.
Zhao Qihuan stared into the distance, and his voice was ethereal: "The scene in Dongshan is quite big. I heard shouts in the 'Guard Hall'."
The so-called "Guardian Hall" is a building built by Xuan Pavilion in the city. It is said that only Xuan Shi can find it.
Cheng Han told the truth: "It's just a whim."
Only then did Zhao Qihuan reveal his true purpose: "I want to know, what is the purpose of asking your subordinates to hold a public sacrifice ceremony?"
Cheng Han didn't answer and asked instead: "Do you want to hear the words or the truth?"
Zhao Qihuan couldn't help but laugh, as if he was quite surprised: "Tell me, what are the words in the scene, and what are the truths?"
Cheng Han said unhurriedly: "The situation is that people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can also be exploited."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhao Qihuan was greatly surprised: "Tell me more about it in detail."
Cheng Han explained eloquently: "Even rational people often lose themselves easily and lose their ability to think independently once they are in a group.
"Regarding the Word of the Gods incident a few days ago, if a single individual knows the huge number of casualties, his heart must be filled with fear.
"If the crowd is slightly guided, such as this public sacrifice ceremony, and the crowd is incited to become fanatical, individuals can gain courage from the crowd.
"Every individual who participates in the public sacrifice ceremony will be willing to identify with the 'Wanhao tribe' in the group's carnival, and will have strong indignation against the alien gods."
Cheng Han continued: "If a civilian is asked to shout 'Down with the God of Power', after rational thinking, he knows that he is just an ant in front of the God of Power, so he may not have the courage to shout out.
"But groups are different. They have actually lost their reason and will only blindly follow authority..."
He paused and immediately verified it with an example.
Cheng Han looked down at the crowd in the mirror and suddenly shouted loudly: "Down with the alien gods and avenge the victims!"
One second later.
The crowd responded enthusiastically: "Down with the gods and avenge the victims!"
Zhao Qihuan's expression showed a trace of obvious shock.
At this moment.
This scene made the guarding Xuanshi deeply understand what Cheng Han had just said - people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can also be exploited.
Zhao Qihuan suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked at the monument: "You asked people to carve the list of the victims on the stone monument for the same purpose?"
Cheng Han nodded lightly: "The meaning of the monument is an anchor point for group emotions. In the future, as long as a ceremony is held, the group's fanaticism can be easily aroused."
Zhao Qihuan couldn't help but sigh: "You are...more powerful than I thought."
The guarding Xuanshi originally wanted to say "more terrifying", but his pride as a Xuanshi prevented him from saying "terrible".
Cheng Han humbled himself again: "Wonderful praise."
Zhao Qihuan was silent for a moment and then asked: "What do you really mean?"
Cheng Han said calmly: "That night when the Ability God spoke, I witnessed too many deaths. I hate the Ability God so much. I hope more people hate the Ability God like me."
Zhao Qihuan nodded slowly: "I prefer to tell the truth."
The guarding scholar felt that the director who spoke the truth was more like a warm person than a monster that manipulates people's hearts.
Cheng Han smiled and said: "Me too!"
Both sides suddenly fell silent.
Several seconds passed.
Zhao Qihuan asked another question: "What do you think of the Grand Consul?"
Cheng Han gave a very simple answer: "If virtue is not worthy of its place, it will be even less worthy of its place."
Everyone around him knew that he didn't like the Archon, and he couldn't hide this from the other party. He could just express his inner thoughts directly.
Zhao Qihuan narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Then are you willing to serve as the Grand Consul concurrently? It won't take long, about half a year."
It can be seen from this question that the Xuanshi completely agreed with Cheng Han's comments.
Cheng Han did not shirk: "It's an honor."
He then asked: "I have always suspected that Xuange has not replaced the chief consul for a long time. Could it be that he is fishing in the Nabo River?"
The performance of the Grand Consul was so bad, yet Xuan Pavilion had been tolerating this guy. This was the only answer Cheng Han could think of.
Zhao Qihuan was shocked, but his face remained calm: "I can't tell you."
This sentence is nothing more than a disguised admission of Cheng Han's speculation.
Cheng Han blinked his eyes and said no more.
"Ka! Ka!"
Accompanied by an illusory sound, the mirror suddenly shattered.
Countless figures also became fragmented.
obviously.
The guarding Xuanshi left.
A misty voice floated over: "Be prepared. You should be able to take over the position of Grand Consul within ten days at the earliest."
A cold wind swept through.
The frenzy of the crowd continues.
"Defeat the alien gods and avenge the victims!"
Cheng Han suddenly sighed secretly: "My truth is indeed true. I really want to crush that little snake to death with my own hands!"
Recently, he often thought about the woman who was skewered by the basilisk's claws, and what the other party said, "This is fate, it's not your fault."
The root cause of today's public sacrifice is still because of this woman.
But judging from the expression of the guarding Xuanshi, the other party seemed to regard his true words as a cover-up.