Volume 3 Winter Solstice Chapter 52: Dinner is ready

Jiang You looked up at the statue and said, "It must have taken a lot of time and manpower to build it, right?"

The statue has lowered eyebrows and eyes, with a calm and peaceful expression.

He took a step forward. "Such a large project," he turned to look at Zhuang Zekun. "Has no one discovered it? Daily maintenance must require a lot of manpower. It's so big, it must be hard to clean it up."

“The resort is mostly filled with believers.”

"Then their deaths were not unjust."

Zhuang Zekun turned and looked at Jiang You.

Jiang You pushed his glasses down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"The land for Xueshan Lake Resort was allocated 16 years ago."

"Sixteen years ago? The last time I came here, I felt that all the buildings and facilities were very new, not like..."

"The resort was built later and adopted a membership system, strictly controlling the identity and number of people entering and leaving."

"I saw some spiritual energy particles," Jiang You narrowed his eyes, "seemingly, they are flowing according to some rules, appearing and disappearing from time to time. The color seems to be black, which is a bit strange."

"Very good, what else?"

"That's it. I feel a little uncomfortable. Can I go up?"

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, I may have suffered some internal injuries when I was at the bottom of the lake. The explosion was so violent that I choked on some water. By the way, the guy named Huang Hu may not be dead."

"If he comes, he won't be able to leave."

"Then can I leave first? So as not to hinder your performance?"

"Sang Xu disappeared near here. While searching for him, I gradually became aware of the existence of this organization," Zhuang Zekun said in a voice full of vicissitudes. "But at that time I didn't realize what kind of organization it was. I rashly..."

He saw Jiang You looking down at his phone, "What are you doing?"

"Just check Weibo to sign in. Do you have a power bank? My phone is running out of battery."

"What is your purpose in approaching Tang Butian?"

"She was the one who approached me." Jiang You corrected Zhuang Zekun's statement.

"Don't underestimate the Jinghu Society. What it shows you now is just the tip of the iceberg. You have exposed me and the Special Operations Group to it too early..."

Jiang You put his phone in his pocket. "I'm just working part-time in the Special Operations Department. I think my job is to solve the supernatural events that people encounter in their daily lives, such as finding people, catching birds and playing with cats. For this incident, should we find more people to seal this place up to prevent people from coming in?"

A dark shadow passed through the candlelight.

"I think I should consider resigning."

"Resign?"

"Yeah. This organization is so out of line, if something happens to me... " Jiang You paused, "What about Jiang Mo? Who will take care of him? He will most likely be sent back to the welfare home, and he is introverted and doesn't fight or compete."

"I looked at your law enforcement record."

"Yeah, I didn't break any rules or regulations, did I?"

"Huang Hu said you were going to kill him."

"You didn't read the whole thing. He just imagined it."

Zhuang Zekun looked at Jiang You deeply and said, "Record the trajectory of the flow of spiritual energy particles you see."

"I didn't bring any paper or pen, so doodling might be useful," Jiang You took out his phone again, "I'll just scribble a little bit ," he continued, changing the subject as he scribbled. "This is the altar, so there will be sacrificial ceremonies there, right? Last time, that organization that loves reading summoned some goddess, and it seems..."

The black soft sword crawled on the base of the statue like a snake.

"goddess?"

"Yeah, this statue can't possibly summon some god, right? It looks like a fat god."

"Won't."

"Can it hear us?"

"cannot.

Jiang You handed the phone to Zhuang Zekun, "Do you think this will work?"

Zhuang Zekun looked at the tangled mass of black threads and the red arrows that indicated the direction of flow. He nodded reluctantly and said, "That's it."

Jiang You took back his phone. "So you specifically transferred Tang Xiaotian away and brought me here. What do you want to say?"

"Why did you refuse Sun Xiu's solicitation?"

“The cost is too high.”

Huang Hu's body passed through the wall. He stood quietly behind the statue, listening to the conversation between Jiang You and Zhuang Zekun.

The candlelight flickered.

"As for material enjoyment, rice that costs dozens of yuan a pound is definitely tastier than rice that costs two yuan a pound, and it tastes much better. What about rice that costs hundreds or thousands of yuan a pound? Of course, it will taste better than rice that costs tens of yuan. The higher you go, the more it costs to improve the taste ."

Jiang You put his hands in his pockets. "For me, I can probably afford rice that costs a few dozen yuan a pound, but what about the kind that costs a few thousand yuan? And if I eat rice that costs a few thousand yuan, the other dishes and meat must be of the same quality, right? I have to put in exponentially more effort to eat these. The price is too high and it's not worth it."

"Did he ask you to do anything?"

"After eating someone else's rice, it's always different from when you didn't eat it, right?"

"How did you escape from the bottom of the lake?"

"I'm a good swimmer, and there was a wall of fish below me. The fish in it were so big and fat. It's a pity that they were all killed by the explosion."

Huang Hu's lips trembled slightly, as if he was chanting something silently.

The soft sword suddenly shot out from the base and flew towards Zhuang Zekun.

Zhuang Zekun dodged sideways.

The ground shook.

In the candlelight, countless black shadows flew towards Zhuang Zekun.

Zhuang Zekun put the five fingers of his left hand together and drew them forward. A black shadow froze in mid-air and gradually disappeared.

The white statue's eyes opened slightly.

The sound of the yellow crane's singing gradually became louder.

He stretched out his hand, and the black soft sword flew back into his hand, turned back into a ring, and landed on his index finger.

"He is going to summon it!" Zhuang Zekun realized what Huang Hu was doing.

"Shall I call Tang Butian?"

"It's too late," Zhuang Zekun glared at the statue, "I'll take care of him, you, go and destroy the spiritual energy cycle."