Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

Looking at Yuanzi's active performance on the battlefield, Xiaoqian thought to herself that the "explosive witch" is in the past tense, and now Yuanzi is the "gun fire witch", the first ruthless person in history to intercept missiles with bullets.

Since the birth of missiles, Xiaoqian has never heard of anyone who can intercept high-speed missiles with bullets, which is almost unheard of.

The members of the Mutual Aid Association worship Yuanzi more and more, and respect him like a god.

No matter where Yuanzi went, she seemed to be shining, and no matter how thick the fog was, it couldn't stop the powerful aura overflowing from her body.

A few days later, Yuanzi relied on his personal air defense capabilities and the number of fanatical believers in the Mutual Aid Society to push the agricultural level down and seize the source of food.

All of this is based on Mariko's ability to preach.

If there is no hypnotic missionary ability, it is impossible for the whole mutual aid society to work together to form a rope.

At this time, the time has come to February 2th.

The Mutual Aid Society has taken over the refuge, and the high-level executives of the original refuge have been classified as members of the Mutual Aid Society, full of ideas of mutual aid and grouping.

Under Yuanzi's guidance, let various important agencies reconnect with the three major resident groups, and manage various matters of life after the end of the world.

Yuanzi doesn't understand management, so the professional work is naturally left to them.

Mariko himself is responsible for chanting scriptures every day to deepen the teachings.

At the same time, Yuanzi, as the first leader of the Mutual Aid Society, knows more information.

-The residential layer at the 75-meter layer has at least over one million casualties.

A large number of residents have developed tattoos at a high speed, fell into an indescribable state of fear, and became disrespectful.

Residential floors at -50 meters and -120 meters, also because of the desire of some civilians, they turned into wild beasts and killed them, causing fear to spread further and widely.

Food supply has also become a problem. Every time the food is transported down the elevator, some madmen who lose their minds will be lowered.

This abnormal situation lasted until the end of February, when Yuanzi's mutual aid association finally lost contact with normal people in the three major residential layers, and no normal people replied to messages.

At this time, the shelter officially cut off the food supply to the residents, and it was judged that the above had become a purgatory on earth.

On March [-]st.

Mariko sat in the biology laboratory, accompanying the monitor to conduct experiments.

Being idle and bored, Yuanzi started to fiddle with her own things.

She has already learned elementary dark cooking, and the secret breath has also increased to 94 and has not risen further.

However, dark cuisine is rather strange, it is an alternative mysterious ritual.

The whole ceremony is mainly about cooking, which requires a mysterious atmosphere or a sense of ritual.

At its core, the ritual requires a special item to be placed in the broth, coupled with specific spells to channel.

The whole process is rather lengthy and mysterious.

As for what kind of special items to use, here is an example.

For example, Yuanzi picked up a talking stone with a poisonous tongue. It can be regarded as a special item, put into broth, and boiled with a spell.

Then the properties of those stones will be integrated into the broth, and after drinking the broth, it is possible to obtain the poisonous tongue properties of the stones.

The above is just a case from that book. In addition, there are conditional items that are also one of the goals of dark cooking, and they can be melted into the broth.

Mariko doesn't have any special items. If there is any, it is a painting drawn by herself.

Every time Mariko looked at his painting "The Crow", he felt that the crow was so lifelike, as if it had come to life.

Mariko came up with an idea today, throwing the painting "The Crow" into a dark dish, and then feeding it to the experimental mice to see what adverse reactions they would have.

As soon as he thought of it, Yuanzi poured water and fresh meat into the stock pot in the cafeteria, and boiled it into broth.

The monitor finished the experiments related to tattoos and came over to look at Mariko.

The squad leader recently wanted to study whether there might be double tattoos. After all, she doesn't like this kind of thing that has no fighting power and can't help.

Now that they have settled down, there is no more fighting, and the two have returned to their daily lives.

"Are you really going to boil your painting?" The squad leader helped by stirring the broth in the stock pot.

She has already smelled the smell of meat, and feels that this pot is a pity, and she must not eat it after adding it to the painting.

"I have nothing to do when I'm idle, let's have some fun." Yuanzi said indifferently.

Yuanzi has a complete basic knowledge of dark cuisine in his head, and knows that there will be no major crisis in dark cuisine. Generally speaking, this is a knowledge that may enhance his strength, but his behavior is not normal.

For example, putting a painting into a pot to cook is an abnormal behavior.

Normal people will definitely think that Yuanzi's sanity has dropped to a negative value after reading it, and it is completely out of the way for normal people to think usefully.

The squad leader relied on Yuanzi's knowledge of occultism and could only let her do whatever she wanted.

At the same time, the squad leader also asked about the details of this dark cooking ceremony during cooking to deepen understanding.

This ceremony also requires a symbolic scene, and the symbolic meaning of the kitchen is the place where ingredients are processed, which fits the concept of dark cooking.

Mariko will walk around the soup pot, with his mouth slightly open, chanting an unknown mantra.

"Great God of Appetite, I am from the Mutual Aid Society..."

What Yuanzi read was not a common language, but an alternative language.

The incantation was vague and difficult to understand, and the squad leader couldn't understand it. He just felt that his brain had heard the language of the heavenly scriptures, entering from the left ear and exiting from the right ear. He didn't remember what the words were.

As the mantra echoed in the closed kitchen and the mist in the air rolled, Yuanzi felt that the mysterious atmosphere had been mobilized, and it was time to throw the sacrifice into the pot.

Mariko took out the painting "The Crow". In the painting, the crow's dark lead-and-ink pupils stared at her without words, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Mariko is the owner of the painting, so naturally he was not afraid, and threw it directly into the soup, watching the painting sink into it.

Cover the pot, and Mariko continued to chant the mantra.

Every time you walk around, the rolling speed of the mist becomes faster.

The squad leader stood aside, very surprised.

Chapter 132 The White Mouse Drinks Crow Soup (Part 3)

hum.

I don't know how long it has passed, but both of them have a feeling in their minds.

There seemed to be something extra in the dark, secretly watching here.

who is it?

Both the squad leader and Yuanzi turned around to look at the fog, and saw a dark shadow flashing through the fog.

"Mariko, what happened?"

"Well, I probably succeeded in inviting the gods. Hush, don't talk, I'm going to continue the ceremony." Yuanzi's forehead also had fine drops of sweat.

There is no danger in the mysterious ritual of dark cooking. Mariko's spell pleases the gods, but the gods don't care about such insignificant things as humans.

According to the knowledge in his mind, Yuanzi judged that it was God's retinue projected here.

In other words, the black shadow that flashed in the fog was not an entity, but a projection of someone else, or a gaze.

What Yuanzi saw was an illusion in his eyes, not what he saw in reality.

Yuanzi Zheng Zheng has words, and he reads them very loudly and purely.

For the knowledge instilled by the system, the accent must be pure.

Also because of Mariko's pure pronunciation, the pronunciation of each foreign language is accurate, so that the black shadow in the mist stopped walking and walked over here.

Yuanzi stopped moving and continued to chant the mantra, asking God to appreciate the delicious food.

God's family members may not necessarily eat, and the food that has been exposed to such mysterious things will often become different.

When the black shadow approached, the lid of the pot moved away automatically, revealing a corner of the veil inside the pot.

Hazy black mist floated out of the pot, forming the shape of a crow, which reminded people of that crow.

This is an illusion, Yuanzi is sure.

The black shadow outside the pot squirmed, but no sound came out.

According to Yuanzi's judgment, the other party took a sip.

This tasting process is invisible to normal people and can only be felt silently.

In the next second, the hazy black figure backed away silently, hidden in the mist, and disappeared.

The stagnant mysterious atmosphere in the air also dropped rapidly, and both of them seemed to wake up, and their shoulders became relaxed.

"He's gone?" the monitor asked uncertainly.

It was the first time for the monitor to experience the unknown existence summoned by a mysterious ritual, and goose bumps arose all over his body.

"Let's go, don't worry, it's not the gods, but the retinue of the gods." Yuanzi said.

Even the family members of the gods are full of mystery, and they can't see through their figure at all.

The lingering impression of the shadow in the minds of the two may become an eternal memory.

But the most important thing is to see how the dark cuisine is doing.

Mariko glanced inside, and shone a flashlight on the stockpot.

The inside of the stock pot was dark, and the flowing liquid reflected the light. Yuanzi blinked, and saw the black shadow of a crow flitting inside, with scarlet eyes shining, which made her heart skip a beat.

"Feed the little white mouse." Mariko said.

Dark cuisine can inherit certain attributes of special items. Yuanzi preliminarily judged that his first pot of cooking was successful, and had inherited certain attributes into the soup.

But Yuanzi didn't dare to drink it, because she didn't know what kind of attributes the painting "The Crow" had.

The squad leader was also full of curiosity, and picked up the cage under the table, which contained a large number of mice.

The little white mouse was shaken by the cage body, and immediately jumped left and right in the cage, squeaking loudly.

The squad leader did too many experiments, so he didn't feel any pity for the mice, so he put on his gloves and reached into the cage very neatly, and grabbed a white, fat, healthy mouse.

Soon.

Yuanzi put a little black liquid into the small basin, and the ignorant mouse approached the small basin, smelled it, then turned and walked away.

But the squad leader stretched out his hand and put a little of the special spice that mice like to eat into the dark cooking. The mouse immediately turned its head and rushed into the food bowl like a gallop, licking up all the dark cooking liquid in the basin.

The squad leader did the same thing and used [-] mice to make two groups of control groups, with [-] mice in each group.

One group was mice that had eaten dark food, and the other group were mice that had eaten ordinary food.

Then there is the experimental stage, where the squad leader takes a drop of liquid and puts it under the microscope for silent observation.

Although the fog is too thick, it hinders the progress of scientific research.

But that's research in the fields of cutting-edge DNA and RNA. If it doesn't need to be so fine and the requirements are infinitely lower, you can see what cells and bacteria are inside the liquid.

The squad leader's right eye was about to be placed on the microscope when Mariko stepped forward and held down the eyepiece of the microscope.

"What's wrong Mariko?"

"Well, let the believers watch it first, so as not to cause trouble." Yuanzi said cautiously.

Yuanzi was worried about letting the class leader do the experiment himself, this thing is quite evil after all.

During the mysterious ceremony, Mariko saw a crow-shaped mist flying out of the pot after it was boiled.

"Can this experiment be made public? I thought it was a confidential experiment." The squad leader said unexpectedly.

The mysterious ceremony is so important, and it is difficult to learn to fly, the squad leader has reason to think that this experiment cannot be touched by outsiders.

"It's okay, they can learn the ritual and count me as the loser." Yuanzi waved his hand.

Compared with the monitor's safety, this is nothing, it's nothing at all.

After a few minutes.

Mariko called a female researcher to come in and cooperate with the microscopic test.

After the female researcher looked at it with her eyes, the researcher said in amazement, "I seem to have seen little crows. It's unbelievable."

"What?" Yuanzi heard this reply, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"There are many little crows in the liquid. Well, it's scary to think about it now. They seem to be blinking at me. Is it a hallucination?" The female researcher touched her arms, full of goosebumps.

The squad leader took a small notebook and recorded it.