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Chapter 232 [231] People's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can be used
Dongshan Park.

The first ring of the public sacrifice ceremony, that is, "all personnel salute the victims", lasted only 15 seconds and ended.

The next second link is the mourning of the family members and the distribution of pensions.

The family members formed a group 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 "spiritual candle" is the custom of this world.

This kind of candle is divided into inner and outer layers, the outer layer of wax is red, representing flesh and blood, and the inner layer of wax is yellow, representing the soul.

When the candle burns, white smoke floats into the sky, implying that "the soul will return to the top of the banyan tree".

Say something off topic.

The batch of soul-calling candles used by the family members was sponsored by a chamber of commerce for free, and the latter also donated [-] gold coins, which was regarded as "title advertising fee".

Among the crowd at the foot of the mountain.

Many people spontaneously muttered a sentence.

"May your souls return to the summit of the divine banyan tree!"

This sentence was repeated over and over again.

Until tens of thousands of people recited in unison, they gathered into a huge sound wave, which spread far away.

Many people were so emotional that they even shed tears.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Cheng Han could not help being slightly moved as he listened to the sound waves sweeping by.

This is unexpected.

But it just proved one thing - this public sacrifice ceremony has indeed completely twisted the hearts of more than ten thousand people into one strand.

*
Parliament building.

Grand Consul Bai Yichuan is presiding over a meeting.

Recently, this Your Excellency has been under tremendous pressure, his temper has become more and more irritable, and he also likes to hold various meetings more and more to show his diligent attitude.

What's ridiculous is that because Bai Yichuan personally intervened in certain affairs, things that could have been solved simply became more and more complicated.

This also made a group of subordinates miserable.

"...the summit of the divine banyan tree!"

A sound wave swept across a small half of the city, faintly drifting with the wind.

Bai Yichuan was yelling at Fang Qiu, but now he frowned displeasedly: "What's the sound outside?"

Some participants listened and suddenly realized something.

But no one spoke.

Everyone knows that for the Grand Consul, a certain Mr. Director is absolutely taboo, and there is a high probability that he will get a meal if he mentions it once.

"...the summit of the divine banyan tree!"

The sound wave came again.

Bai Yichuan looked at the female secretary with a domineering tone: "Shulin, go out and take a look to see what's going on?"

Ding Shulin responded respectfully, and quickly left the meeting room.

While walking, the female secretary limped a little on her right foot.

The Grand Consul lost his temper just now, and used her as a "punching bag" again. The action was so violent that he twisted his right foot.

5 minute later.

Ding Shulin returned to the conference room, leaned into her boss's ear with a trembling face, and whispered the matter: "Your Excellency, this is..."

After she finished speaking, there happened to be another wave of voice.

"...the summit of the divine banyan tree!"

Bai Yichuan turned his head to look at the window, his face instantly became extremely ugly.

Because in the ears of the grand consul, the mourning voices shouted by the people in unison seemed to be a demonstration against him.

Damn troublemaker!
Bai Yichuan forced himself to restrain the urge to scold, took a deep breath, and shouted with a livid face: "The rest of the business will be discussed tomorrow, let's adjourn the meeting now."

Ding Shulin's calf trembled uncontrollably.

The female secretary suddenly had a bad feeling that this old dog might mess with herself again.

She peeked at her boss's side face with age spots, and cursed fiercely in her heart: Why didn't Xuange get rid of this old bastard earlier?

*
East Peak.

The second ring of the ceremony came to an end at this time.

The worship of the family members has ended, and it is the turn of a group of rich people who donated money to send flowers to the monument one by one.

at this time.

Cheng Han suddenly froze for a moment.

next moment.

The surrounding scene suddenly froze.

Four smooth mirror surfaces quietly appeared around.

Cheng Han observed and found that his figure was reflected back and forth in the mirror, as if there were countless himself.

He stared at it for a few seconds, and then saluted directly: "Master Guardian is a good idea!"

According to the results of the deduction, this is exactly the "mirror projection technique" performed by the guardian of the city with the help of the profound formation.

His name is - Zhao Qihuan.

After a moment.

A gentle male voice with a smile rang out out of thin air: "How did you guess it was me?"

Cheng Han gave a small compliment: "Master Guardian sits in Anhua City, how can Meng Shenghui have the courage to openly use this kind of mysterious method, then the answer is ready to come out."

Zhao Qihuan laughed and said, "You are indeed as sharp as the rumors say."

The word "sensitivity" mentioned in this sentence is enough to prove that this guarding Xuanshi had done some in-depth understanding beforehand.

Cheng Han said modestly, "You are too famous."

After a breath.

Countless illusory figures suddenly emerged from the mirror.

The figure in the mirror is quite tall, close to 1.9 meters in height, wearing an exquisite black robe of a black priest, and holding a crescent-shaped short soldier in his right hand.

It was Zhao Qihuan's "projection".

The short soldier in this person's hand was engraved with extremely complicated patterns on the surface. This is obviously a powerful weapon used by Xuanshi - Xuanbing.

Zhao Qihuan stared into the distance, and his voice carried an ethereal meaning: "The scene in Dongshan is not small, I heard shouts in the 'Guardian Palace'."

The so-called "Guardian Palace" is a building built by the Xuan Pavilion in the city. It is said that only Xuanshi can find it.

Cheng Han said truthfully, "It's just a whim."

Only then did Zhao Qihuan clarify his real intention: "I want to know, what is the purpose of you asking your subordinates to hold the public sacrifice ceremony?"

Cheng Han didn't answer and asked instead: "Do you want to listen to the scene, or the truth?"

Zhao Qihuan couldn't help laughing, as if he was quite curious: "Tell me, what is the scene, and what is the truth?"

Cheng Han said unhurriedly: "The scene is like, people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can also be used."

Zhao Qihuan was very surprised: "Let's talk about it in detail."

Cheng Han eloquently explained: "Even rational people, once placed in a group, tend to lose themselves and lose the ability to think independently.

"Specific to the Ability God's Word incident a few days ago, a single individual, knowing the huge number of casualties, must be full of fear in his heart.

"If the crowd is guided a little bit, such as this public sacrifice ceremony, to incite the crowd to become fanatical, the individual can gain courage from the crowd.

"Every individual participating in the public sacrifice ceremony will willingly identify with the identity of the 'Wanhao Clan' in the carnival of the group, and will have strong indignation against the Ability God."

Cheng Han continued: "If a civilian shouted 'Down with the Ability God', after rational thinking, he knew that he was just an ant in front of the Ability God, and he might not have the courage to shout out.

"But groups are different. They have actually lost their minds 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!"

After a second.

The crowd gave a fanatical response: "Down with the Ability God 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 said just now-people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can also be used.

Zhao Qihuan suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and looked at the monument: "It's the same purpose for you to have the list of victims engraved on the stone monument?"

Cheng Han nodded lightly: "The meaning of the monument is an anchor point for the group's emotions. In the future, as long as a ceremony is held in the future, it can easily arouse the enthusiasm of the group."

Zhao Qihuan couldn't help sighing: "You are more powerful than I imagined..."

The guardian Xuanshi originally wanted to say "more terrifying", but his self-esteem as a Xuanshi made him unable to say "terrible".

Cheng Han humbled himself again: "It's ridiculous."

Zhao Qihuan was silent for a moment, then asked again: "What is your truth?"

Cheng Han said calmly: "The night of the language of the Ability God, I witnessed too many deaths. I hate the Ability God very much. I hope that more people hate the Ability God like me."

Zhao Qihuan nodded slowly: "I prefer the truth."

The Guardian Xuanshi felt that the director who spoke the truth was more like a warm person rather than a manipulative monster.

Cheng Han smiled and said, "Me too!"

The two sides fell silent suddenly.

Several seconds passed.

Zhao Qihuan asked another question: "What do you think of the Grand Consul?"

Cheng Han's answer was very simple: "If virtue is not worthy, it is even more unworthy."

Everyone around him knew that he didn't like the Grand Consul, and he couldn't hide this from the other party, just express his inner thoughts directly.

Zhao Qihuan narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Then are you willing to serve as the Grand Consul? It won't take long, maybe half a year or so."

From this question, it can be seen that this Xuanshi fully agrees with Cheng Han's comment.

Cheng Han didn't shirk: "It's a great honor."

He then asked: "I have always suspected that Xuan Pavilion has not replaced the Grand Consul for a long time. Could it be that he is fishing in Nabai River?"

The Grand Consul's performance is so bad, but Xuan Pavilion has been tolerant of this guy. This is the only answer Cheng Han can think of.

Zhao Qihuan was shocked in his heart, but his face remained calm: "I can't tell you."

This sentence is nothing more than a disguised acknowledgment of Cheng Han's speculation.

Cheng Han blinked his eyes and did not speak again.

"Crack! Kick!"

Accompanied by an illusory sound, the mirror suddenly shattered.

Countless figures also became fragmented.

obviously.

The guardian Xuanshi left.

An ethereal voice floated over: "Get ready, within ten days at the earliest, you should be able to take over the position of Grand Consul."

The cold wind swept through.

The frenzy of the crowd continued.

"Down with the alien gods and avenge the victims!"

Cheng Han suddenly sighed secretly: "My truth is indeed truth, I really want to crush that little snake to death with my own hands!"

Recently, he often thought of the woman who was strangled by the basilisk's claws, and the phrase "This is fate, this is not your fault" said by the other party.

The origin of today's public sacrifice is still because of this woman.

But judging from the guarding Xuanshi's expression, the other party seemed to take the truth as a cover-up.

(End of this chapter)