These people stopped moving, and the sound of tiny footsteps was missing. The huge square was eerily quiet. It seemed that the only thing that could be heard was the huge bonfire in the center of the square, and the crackling sound of burning wood.
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng were walking at the end of the team, and there were not many people left behind them.
When those few people also came to the square and completely blended into the white space on the square, the originally quiet crowd suddenly became commotion.
Before Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng could guess why these people were so excited, they soon saw three people wearing white cloaks walking out of the front of the crowd. The three of them, one in front and two behind, formed a "pin" shape.
He walked onto the platform and looked down at all the residents.
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng took a closer look and suddenly discovered three people wearing white cloaks. Although everyone was wearing this, the cloaks of these three people were still slightly different.
The cloaks of these three people are more delicate. Against the background of the firelight, you can see the dark patterns on the cloaks. The two cloaks Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng took in the house were only made of the most ordinary cotton.
,
There are dark patterns on the cloak, indicating that the cloth used to make the cloak is brocade or some other material. Just from a cloak, you can feel the unique "noble" status of the three people on the platform.
Until all three people stepped onto the platform, the crowd's commotion became even greater.
Xiao Yifeng's ears were unusually sharp. He could faintly hear the people below discussing something in low voices. Normally, only one person would show up, but he didn't expect there to be three this time.
Xiao Yifeng could feel that when those people were discussing this, there was no fear in their voices, but only inexplicable excitement.
"Meet the Saint!"
People in the square suddenly shouted and knelt down in unison.
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng looked at each other. No one could have imagined that there would be such a situation. The residents of Guixu City stayed up most of the night and instead ran to the center of the square to pay homage to some saint.
Where did this saint come from? The person who controls everything in Guixu City, shouldn't she be a member of the Red Feather Sect?
When did the Red Feather Sect become a holy sect?
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng didn't know to what extent the Scarlet Feather Sect had used sorcery to tamper with the memories of the residents of Guixu City. They just couldn't imagine that the Scarlet Feather Sect had cultivated many students in Guixu City in just a few decades.
So many loyal believers.
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng watched quietly.
The three so-called saints on the high platform raised their hands towards the crowd, and everyone stood up immediately.
Everyone looked eagerly at the three saints on the high platform with expectant eyes. Even Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng, who were far away from each other, could feel the excitement of the group of people in the square.
"Everyone, the leader of this religion has shown great mercy, so he has increased the number of people who are destined to enter the holy religion this time." A saintly woman standing in the center of the high platform said loudly.
The saint's voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the square. Even Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng who were on the outermost roof of the square heard it very clearly.
This woman turned out to be a cultivator, and her cultivation level was definitely not low.
Ling Xuewei estimated in her mind that this saint's cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of Martial Master.
"A person who is destined to enter the Holy Cult to practice?" Xiao Yifeng murmured. "No way..."
They were hiding far enough away that Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng didn't need any skills to hide their auras, and it didn't even matter if they even whispered.
"It seems that they used this method to deceive people." Ling Xuewei said with a sneer, "In front of so many people, I followed the saint of the holy sect. It's no wonder that they returned to the ruins from here.
They disappeared from the city, and no one in their neighborhood seemed surprised."
Ling Xuewei finally figured out the house they were living in now, why the owner left in such a hurry, and why he didn't go home for several days without attracting the attention of the people around him.
The continuous ringing of bells at midnight is presumably a signal for the Red Feather Sect to summon all residents. After hearing the ringing of the bell, everyone will put on their white cloaks and gather in this square.
The Red Feather Sect found a few disciples with good cultivation skills to pretend to be saints of the Holy Sect in front of the residents of Guixu City.
"Finding a destined person should be similar to how a sect selects disciples, but why does the Red Feather Sect make it so complicated?" Xiao Yifeng touched his chin.
For people like Xiao Yifeng and Huangfu Chen, cultivation is nothing because they have been exposed to it since childhood because of their different backgrounds. Even ordinary people without any talent will at least give you a chance to become cultivators.
Mysterious things.
But for ordinary people, being able to be selected by a sect and then become a cultivator is a blessing that can only be achieved in eight lifetimes. Not only the person who is chosen, but also that person's family will
Because of this, he became famous.
This is why the residents of Guixu City were so excited when they heard that they could enter the holy cult practice.
"This is really weird. If other people hear that they are just choosing the right person, what is Zhao Hailing doing in it?" Xiao Yifeng was puzzled.
Ling Xuewei learned the lessons she learned on the ship a few days ago. Zhao Hailing also completely disappeared in Guixu City, leaving them unable to find anyone. Today, while Huangfu Chen and Zhao Hailing were buying calligraphy and paintings, Ling Xuewei simply asked Bai Ze to visit Zhao Hailing.
There is a tracker placed on the body.
As long as Zhao Hailing is in Guixu City, she will have a way to know Zhao Hailing's specific location.
Even if Zhao Hailing was caught by people from the Red Feather Sect, at least Ling Xuewei would know where he disappeared.
In this huge square that was already crowded with people, Bai Ze easily pinpointed Zhao Hailing's position accurately.
Zhao Hailing, like the ordinary people around him, was filled with excitement when he heard that he was destined to become a holy person.
Ling Xuewei knew that most of the people living in Guixu City were ordinary people. They were excited when they heard that they had the opportunity to become a cultivator. This was the reaction that ordinary people should have.
But who is Zhao Hailing?
He was originally a cultivator, but now he was so excited to become a cultivator, which made Ling Xuewei feel indescribably weird.
"This can only be said that the Red Feather Clan Control is extremely capable of manipulating people's memories." Ling Xuewei sighed, "This Zhao Hailing seems to have completely forgotten his previous memories and experiences. He has completely regarded himself as
An ordinary person."
"It's so scary!" Xiao Yifeng felt a creepy feeling when he thought about this kind of thing.
His memory has been completely controlled. Even if he has forgotten his identity, he is still very happy and contented, living in Guixu City. It is hard for Xiao Yifeng to imagine that if Zhao Hailing knew the truth,
How angry he would be.
"I still feel something is wrong." Ling Xuewei stared at the excited crowd below and frowned, "There must be something else here that we are not aware of. It is not that simple to completely control a person's memory.
things."
Xiao Yifeng listened carefully.
"Look!" Ling Xuewei pointed at the people in the square, "There are tens of thousands of people in this square. It is necessary to control the memories of so many people at the same time. If there is no other thing to assist, the Red Feather Sect doesn't seem to be that powerful.
As a sect, do they have the means to do such a thing?"
"What do you mean..." Xiao Yifeng showed a knowing look.
"No matter what the thing that assists the evil magic is? Whether it is a magic weapon or a formation, as long as we can completely destroy that thing, I think after we kidnap Zhao Hailing, it will be easy to restore his original memory.
Much more." Ling Xuewei said.
"Then we just need to follow the destined people selected by the saint, and then we can find the hiding place of the Red Feather Sect." Xiao Yifeng came up with an idea, "When the time comes, what they plan to do with these destined people will be able to be done.
It’s clear.”
"No matter what they do, I think the life of the person chosen by them is at risk." Ling Xuewei shook her head, "It would be great if the people in Guixu City can understand the true face of this holy religion."
Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng were discussing countermeasures in a low voice on the rooftop. People in the square were in high spirits because the saint came to choose a destined person again, so they almost cheered and celebrated.
While Ling Xuewei and Xiao Yifeng were talking, they did not pay less attention to the people in the square.
Xiao Yifeng heard them discussing quietly.
"The leader of the Holy Religion is really too kind. He just selected a group of destined people five days ago. I didn't expect that he would send a saint again today."
"Yes! I hope good luck comes to me this time!"
"Being able to enter the Holy Religion is truly a blessing earned in a lifetime!"
Everyone hopes that good luck will come to them and be chosen by the saint.
But they also know how low the odds are.
There are tens of thousands of residents of Guixu City standing in the entire square, and the Saintess only selects three people each time, so the chance of being selected is extremely slim.
Everyone hopes that they can be the luckiest person, but they don't know that the good luck they think is exactly the bad luck that will end their lives. Once they are chosen by the saint on the high platform, it means that their fate will be the same.
This life is coming to an end.
"The leader has said that he hopes his grace can benefit more members of the congregation. Today is a special day, so each of us saints is specially allowed to choose two more destined people."
As soon as the woman on the high platform finished speaking, the entire square could no longer hold back its suppressed excitement, and everyone in the square cheered.
