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Chapter 192 Preparing for the Sacrifice

"That's good. Keep this like this until the ceremony begins tomorrow..."

Earl thought for a moment, then whispered a few instructions in Zhou Yun's ear.

"Should I take care of you guys then?"

Zhou Yun frowned upon hearing this and asked a question.

"No need. Just continue to pretend. Don't do anything else unnecessary. Prioritize protecting yourself. There might be a chaotic battle then."

Lingyan comforted him, and then everyone left Zhou Yun's power field one by one.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?!"

As soon as they came out, they heard someone shouting.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they found a patrolman. After exchanging glances, Zhou Yun went to meet the patrolman.

"Hey, hey, Brother Xu, it's me."

"Hey? Brother Zhou, what are you doing next to the toilet with these guys? Sneaking around like that!"

When the patrolman called Brother Xu saw that it was Zhou Yun, he relaxed a lot and his words became somewhat teasing.

“Oh, what could it be? I just ran into them in the restroom. They were very curious about my Lord, and I was sharing the gospel of my Lord with them.”

Zhou Yun, with his nonchalant demeanor, skillfully lured the patrolman away. Lin Xiyue and the others then took the opportunity to return to their room.

"Alright, we'll just have to wait for the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow. Everyone should go back and rest to recharge. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed; I always feel a stench around the toilet."

Earl returned to his room, said something with a hint of disdain, and then went into an empty room, closing the door behind him. It seemed he wasn't planning to come out until tomorrow morning.

"Oh, I'm going to rest now. Don't stay out too late."

Ling Ye was also preparing to rest. Before entering her room, she said something meaningful to Lin Xiyue. It was obvious who she was referring to.

"!!!"

"I'm going to bed too!"

Lin Xiyue understood immediately. Although she knew he was joking, she still felt very shy. So, the unlucky one became Molos.

Lin Xiyue immediately put Molos, who had been clinging to her shoulder, down to the ground, said a few words, and then went inside and closed the door.

"Meow?!"

This series of actions completely baffled Meros. He stood there for a while, then laughed in exasperation.

After thinking for a moment, he changed his form and entered the room.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the night was still very peaceful.

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"Hey, hey, hey, all you preparatory congregants, get up! Our ceremony is about to begin, so get ready to assemble in the square."

"Everyone, get ready..."

The next morning, around seven o'clock, the loudspeaker placed in the square started blaring.

These words echoed throughout the basement, repeating three times in a row, before finally stopping after waking everyone up.

"Boom boom boom——"

About half an hour after the loudspeaker quieted down, there was a knock on the door of the temporary house.

"crunch-"

Lingyan took a deep breath, slowly walked forward, and gently pushed open the tightly closed door.

With a soft click, the door slowly opened, and the scene that appeared before him made him pause slightly in surprise.

A figure dressed in a uniform black robe stood there quietly, waiting for him to open the door, like a silent sculpture.

Ling Yan composed herself and looked away from the man in black robes, gazing into the distance.

In an instant, he was surprised to find that in front of every visible temporary house in the entire wide square, there was a black-robed man standing in neat rows!

These black-robed figures seemed to have been copied and pasted; their black robes were exactly the same, even in style and details.

Upon closer inspection, their heights appeared to be almost identical, with no significant difference between them. Furthermore, because the black robes were wide and ankle-length, completely covering most of their bodies, it was impossible to discern their weight.

In short, as a whole, these black-robed figures looked like industrial products that had come off the same production line, so uniform that it felt somewhat unreal.

This highly consistent image brought Ling Yan an unprecedented sense of oppression. He felt an invisible pressure coming at him, making it hard for him to breathe.

The same was true for everyone else, so the entire basement, which had been filled with complaints about being woken up, fell into an eerie silence at the same time, with only the soft rustling of the black robes in the gentle breeze...

"Please follow me—"

"Please follow me—"

"Please follow me—"

"Please follow me—"

"..."

The instant everyone opened the door, the group of black-robed figures standing at the door seemed to be controlled by the same mysterious force. They opened their mouths in unison, as if copied and pasted, and uttered the same sentence in low, sinister voices.

That sentence was like a magic spell, breaking the silence and echoing throughout the basement.

The sound was like a person's words generating countless overlapping echoes, layer upon layer, intertwining to create a chilling resonance effect.

It seemed to possess a kind of penetrating magic, making almost everyone present feel an irresistible pressure and deterrent force.

Caught completely off guard by this sudden and terrifying scene, people began to tremble involuntarily.

Some people were so shocked that their faces turned pale and they broke out in a cold sweat; others stared wide-eyed in terror, their mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.

Under the influence of this powerful fear, everyone subconsciously came out of the room, like a flock of frightened sheep, hurriedly got up and quickly stood behind the black-robed men.

During this time, no one dared to say a word, and the whole scene was unusually quiet.

Lin Xiyue and the others followed suit, feigning panic and following behind the black-robed man standing at their door.

Shortly after everyone filed out and left the room, an amazing scene unfolded!

The group of people dressed in black robes seemed to have instantly received some mysterious and indescribable command.

They hadn't even exchanged a glance or a word, yet their movements were so perfectly synchronized, as if controlled by an invisible hand. They marched in unison towards the only exit from the basement.

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