When I was in the deepest part of the city library, like a tomb robber who had been opened from the long-closed treasure from the burial urn, I pulled out this ragged unofficial history book from the bookshelf and read it for fifteen minutes, I realized that my "Golden Finger" that was eighteen years late was finally online.

The unknown author who wrote this unofficial history book, to talk about how the Paleolithic wild people danced around the totem pole in a mysterious tone, and recorded an ancient blood sacrifice ceremony in pictures and texts.

The process of the ceremony is very simple: use your own blood to draw a sacrificial pattern as shown in the illustration on any plane at any time and on any occasion, then place at least one soul of intelligent life in the center of the sacrificial pattern, and then use any language and arbitrary prayers to make an honest wish to the gods in different universes.

The ultimate effect of the ritual is: as long as the quality and quantity of the soul you sacrifice matches the content of your wish, your wish will be realized.

Unfortunately, this blood sacrifice ceremony gradually changed like a message game during the years of circulation. When it came to the hands of this unknown author, it was far from the original text, so the scope of wishing was greatly limited, but if it was just to satisfy my current wish, it would still be within the acceptance range.

In addition, this ritual has some defects inherited from the original text. The most serious and most unsolvable problem is: from the perspective of the universe as an isolated system, sacrificing souls to gods in the different universe is equivalent to eliminating souls from this universe out of thin air; and getting gifts from the different universe is equivalent to increasing matter and energy from this universe out of thin air.

This violates the natural laws of the universe and the sacrificer will be subject to terrible punishment from heaven.

There are only two types of people who can be exempted from the price: one is a strong man who is so powerful that any heavenly punishment can fight against; the other is a soul from a different universe.

The former can only find a powerful candidate in absurd myths and legends, while the latter is only active in fictional stories. The nameless author believes that both conditions are too impractical, so even if this blood sacrifice ritual is effective, it does not have practical value. However, he still reasoned with the attitude of a serious reader discussing fictional stories, perhaps because the reason why the latter is established is that the souls from the different universe cannot be recognized by the universe, so they can escape certain causes and effects.

Isn’t this me, a soul from a different universe?

*

Yes, I am not a native of this universe.

I came from another universe. I was born at the end of the 20th century. I grew up and worked in coastal cities in China since I was a child. The surname is "Xu" and the word "Fu" is the only name.

When I started to remember, the times had entered the 21st century, society was booming, and technology was changing with each passing day. After graduating from university, I worked in an unknown magazine. After a period of time, I finally got familiar with the trivial writing work at hand that seemed to be homework during the winter and summer vacations of my students.

I thought life would be so stable, but I didn't expect the catastrophe to come so suddenly. By chance, I ran into two groups of criminals' "drug" trading scenes. I was not discovered by them at the first time. Afterwards, I thought that maybe I should have left quietly, but I couldn't escape after calling the police. The only thing I was relieved was that before I died, I seemed to hear the movement of the police present.

However, who would have thought that I would have the opportunity to open my eyes again in another world, as a new life.

This world and the world I originally lived in both have the same similarities as the parallel world and the same differences as the story world.

The similarities are: there are also mobile phones, cars, skyscrapers, computers and networks, railways and sea routes throughout the country, and there are also yellow, white and black skin colors. My name is Xu Fu.

The difference is that the civilized world here is not the same as many countries, but integrates a whole "alliance". What's even more absurd is that there are real gods and elves, psychics and undeads, ordinary people and sub-humans. It's like the careless Creator roughly combining the modern city and the fantasy world. Many things that are not realistic are just white steam-like scenery that comes out of the breakfast shop every morning.

I carefully controlled my mouth so that the secrets of myself who were not the indigenous people of this world would be exposed prematurely, while greedily absorbing all information related to supernatural forces.

I believe it can be conveyed without much words. Yes, I also want to have supernatural powers.

I died at the gun in my previous life. The gunshot was an unavoidable nightmare for me. So in this life, I hope I can at least get enough power to treat the gunshots as crappy finger snaps.

But today eighteen years later, I have already understood with great pain: I do not have this qualification.

It’s not because my parents who gave birth to me in this life failed to give me a qualified body, but just because my soul is completely different from the residents of this world.

The most common way for the inhabitants of this world to obtain supernatural power is to become psychics, and the "psychic energy" of the psychics refers to the incredible energy excavated from the soul.

The "abnormal" composition of my soul determines that I cannot tap the potential of the soul like them. Although among them, psychics are rare figures, even those who have not become psychics have sporadic potential, and I don't even have this.

However, today, I discovered this magical ritual.

I decided to believe again: from now on, everything will be different.

This is certainly a live sacrifice ceremony that is obvious in the smell of blood, but do I have any other choice?

*

I don't.

After taking photos of the pages of the book recording the blood sacrifice ceremony on my mobile phone, I secretly tore off these pages. Although I don’t know why this kind of book recording taboo knowledge appears in a city library open to all citizens, in order to prevent anyone from abuse of the knowledge in it, I still have to deal with it.

Of course, it is also possible that laymen who see these contents will regard them as pure nonsense, but if they are like me who have studied the "school of sacrifices and rituals", it is easy to identify the mystery.

I put the book back into the vacant area of ​​the bookshelf, then turned around, leaned on my cane, and staggered towards the exit of the library.

Perhaps my right eye is wearing an eye mask, my right arm is paralyzed, and my left foot is too eye-catching. The librarian also asked me if I need help.

"No," I said.

"Did you go back so early today? In the past, you sat all day long." The librarian asked.

"There is an urgent matter today." I responded and walked out of the main door.

I was thinking about the blood sacrifice ceremony.

The blood sacrifice ceremony requires me to use the soul of intelligent life as a sacrifice, but even in this world, intelligent life outside of human beings is extremely rare. Submen are considered as variants of human beings in biology and law, rather than non-humans. Gods and elves are gods and dragons that don’t see their heads and tails, and undeads with wisdom are even more urban legends.

In other words, I have to kill anyone no matter what.

But it is impossible to kill innocent people for my own selfishness, even if I want to become a psychic.

For this reason, I must find a person who is extremely sinful and even if it is peeled and scalded, it is not worth cherishing if it is something like a white chicken placed on the altar during the worship of ancestors.

I have no choice yet, but I am not worried about it. Although the beaver city where I live now is a modern city with a decent level of development, it is also a place with a lot of filth and dirt. The level of public security is far less than that of China's first-tier cities in my previous life. I often hear that someone who robs and kills people, who robs women in the night to do dirty things, who sells "drugs" to minors... and so on, they are really beasts that deserve to be cut into pieces.
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