Chapter 362: The First Bullet of Japan: Killing God!

Tang Xuan walked out of the house quickly. He didn't remember where the sacrifice was held, but this didn't bother him. He listened to the direction of the voices, then ran in that direction and soon found the moving crowd.

For convenience, the sacrifice was held outside the village.

Tang Xuan followed the crowd to the altar. The area near the altar was already full of people. Ordinary villagers like him could only stand outside the sacrifice.

Just like in the game, believers of different levels occupy different positions, which is very strict and cannot be exceeded. Tang Xuan tried to join an old man's team, but was angrily scolded by the old man, attracting the attention of many people around. In order not to cause trouble, he could only honestly retreat to the periphery.

He looked up and looked not far away. There was a hill there. His eyes slowly moved to the halfway point of the mountain, where Yi's mother was killed. He felt a palpitation inexplicably, as if Yi was sad.

Due to memory loss, Tang Xuan didn't know how Yi felt when he found out that his father was the murderer of his mother, nor could he imagine how scared Yi was when he heard his father laughing loudly in the cave while lying outside the cave.

This incident must have deeply affected [Ji Gu], contributing to [Ji Gu]'s later disgust with gods and the formation of his own bad taste.

At this time, the sacrifice was ready, and the village chief was standing on the stage telling about Willistan's great achievements in creating all things. Tang Xuan's mentality at this time was different from before. He listened to the village chief's story very seriously. He planned to write it down and submit it to the Ancient God Research Institute in writing, just as a contribution to archaeology.

In the village chief's story, Willistan was a great god similar to Pangu. Although he did not create the world, he did a good deed of turning himself into all things, which was a self-sacrificing and benefiting good thing. The village chief also gave specific examples, saying that all plants in the world are Willistan's hair, all stones are Willistan's bones, all animals are Willistan's flesh and blood, and so on. When he told the story, he was full of emotion and spoke in a serious manner.

Tang Xuan naturally wouldn't believe his nonsense, but he didn't completely disbelieve it.

It sounds like Willistan's ability is related to creation. Of course, the transformation of all things must be fake, because most gods will exaggerate when describing themselves in order to attract believers, which is what federal law refers to as false propaganda, and in serious cases it is even fraud. For example, a god who controls death promotes that believing in himself will give you eternal life, which is a blatant fraud.

This is a common problem of gods, and it is also one of the few things about them that makes people feel that there is no difference between gods and humans. If gods are also subject to the law, after a round of bullets are fired, no one will be innocent.

Tang Xuan's mind flashed the funny scene of Willistan happily getting a silver bracelet and moving into a prison cell, and then he imagined a piece of the latest popular soundtrack, and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter attracted a lot of strange looks.

Tang Xuan pursed his lips as if nothing had happened. He thought that with the growing strength of the God Killing Department-Heavenly Branch, similar scenes might really come true one day.

The gods in heaven represented by Zhao Gongming have a foundation of faith. Each of them is equivalent to the revived ancient gods. If they truly stand on the side of humans and seek the welfare of humans, humans will soon have the ability to compete with the ancient gods. At that time, the ancient gods must abide by the rules set by humans.

Tang Xuan thought that he must participate in such an interesting thing, because he must supervise and ensure that the work of the relevant departments can proceed smoothly.

In the future, all ancient gods must follow legal procedures to recruit believers, and must not use force, mental deception, or false propaganda. At the same time, it is strictly forbidden to be brave and fierce and spread rumors, so that the ancient gods can bathe in the sunshine of the rule of law society and grow together with humans.

A series of discordant scenes emerged in his mind.

Tang Xuan's mouth corners involuntarily curled up, but this time he didn't laugh out loud, so no one noticed him. He looked behind him and found that no other villagers had come for a while. It seemed that everyone was here, so the sacrifice should start.

Now is the time!

Tang Xuan calmly walked to the dirt road beside the altar and headed to the back of the altar. When he was near the altar, he was stopped by a fierce-looking man holding a spear.

"Yi, what do you want?"

Tang Xuan said calmly: "I have something to say to my father."

A strong sense of familiarity kept coming to his mind. He found that everything he was experiencing was the same as in the game, whether it was the clothes on his body, the people in front of him or the conversation between them. There was no difference at all.

That time and that moment was just like this moment!

The fierce man shook his head slowly: "If there is anything, you can wait until the sacrifice is completed."

Tang Xuan pretended to be angry and said: "You dare to stop me?"

The fierce man was silent. It was true that he was responsible for ensuring the smooth progress of the sacrifice, but he knew that the elders valued Yi very much and seemed to intend to train Yi as his successor.

He thought that letting Yi in should be fine.

But after all, he was the guard of this sacrifice, and he had a duty. No one could go behind the altar without the permission of the elders.

Tang Xuan confronted him.

He counted one second, two seconds, three seconds in his mind.

Is it time?

As expected, a hoarse voice came from behind the altar: "Let Yi in, I'm ready."

The vicious man made way without saying a word.

Tang Xuan walked past him and silently moved his wrist. Turning the corner, he saw several old men in white robes surrounding a middle-aged man in red standing next to a small wooden table.

Tang Xuan lowered his head and trotted to the man in red. The man in red did not turn his head to look at him, but continued to explain things to the old man in white robe beside him.

Tang Xuan jumped up without hesitation, swung his immature but hard fist, and hit the man in red's throat fiercely.

Ka——

The man in red groaned: "Uh——"

He took a step back and hit the table, staring at Tang Xuan in disbelief. All this happened too suddenly. He never expected that his timid and cowardly son would jump up and break his throat in public.

This is impossible!

The old people in Baipao were stunned. The impact of this scene on them far exceeded what they should bear at this age. They stared at Tang Xuan blankly and couldn't speak for a while.

The man in red showed a painful expression on his face.

This punch was too wonderful. It was stuck when he was about to take another breath after exhaling. And it just broke the bones in his throat, and the broken bones cut the blood vessels. Suffocation, dizziness, pain, swelling and many other unbearable feelings flooded into his brain. In less than ten seconds, he could no longer support his body and fell down heavily.