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East Mountain Park.

The first part of the public memorial ceremony, "All personnel pay their respects to the victims," lasted only fifteen seconds.

The next part was the family mourning and the distribution of compensation.

The families, in groups of fifty, all dressed in black, placed a lit soul-calling candle in front of the monument in neat rows.

The scene was filled with weeping, which was truly saddening.

The so-called "soul-calling candle" is a local custom in this world.

This type of candle has two 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 rises into the sky, symbolizing that "the soul will return to the top of the Godly Tree."

As a side note.

This batch of soul-calling candles used by the families was sponsored free of charge by a chamber of commerce, which also donated one hundred gold coins, which counts as "naming advertising fee".

Among the crowd at the foot of the mountain.

Many people spontaneously began to repeat a sentence.

"May your souls return to the top of the Godly Tree!"

This sentence was repeated over and over again.

Until tens of thousands of people chanted in unison, converging into a huge wave of sound that carried far away.

Many people were too emotional, even shedding tears.

Cheng Han stood on the top of the mountain, listening to the sound wave sweep over, and couldn't help but be slightly moved.

This was unexpected.

But it just proved one thing - this public memorial ceremony did indeed twist the hearts of these ten thousand people into one rope.

*

Parliament Building.

Chief Executive Bai Yichuan was presiding over a meeting.

Recently, this Excellency has been facing tremendous pressure, his temper has become increasingly irritable, and he has become increasingly fond of holding various meetings to demonstrate his diligence.

Ironically, because Bai Yichuan personally intervened in certain matters, things that could have been easily resolved became more and more complicated.

This also made a group of subordinates suffer unspeakably.

"…Top of the Godly Tree!"

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

Bai Yichuan, who was originally speaking eloquently, frowned unhappily at this time: "What is that sound outside?"

Some participants listened intently, suddenly realizing something.

But no one spoke.

Everyone knew that for the Chief Executive, a certain Director Cheng was an absolute taboo, and mentioning him once would likely result in a scolding.

"…Top of the Godly Tree!"

The sound wave came again.

Bai Yichuan looked at the female secretary with an imperious tone: "Shulin, go out and see what's going on?"

Ding Shulin responded respectfully and quickly left the meeting room.

As the female secretary walked, her right foot limped slightly.

The Chief Executive had lost his temper once just now and used her as a "punching bag" again, and the movement was too violent, causing her to twist her right foot.

Five minutes later.

Ding Shulin returned to the meeting room, looking apprehensive as she leaned close to her superior's ear and whispered the matter: "Your Excellency, this is…"

After she finished speaking, another sound wave floated over.

"…Top of the Godly Tree!"

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

Because hearing the mourning sound that the people shouted in unison, felt like a naked demonstration against himself in the ears of this Chief Executive.

Damn civilians!

Bai Yichuan forcibly suppressed the urge to curse, took a deep breath, and said with a livid face: "The remaining matters will be discussed tomorrow, let's end the meeting now."

Ding Shulin's calf trembled uncontrollably.

The female secretary suddenly had a bad feeling that this old dog might torment her again.

She glanced at her superior's side face with age spots, and cursed fiercely in her heart: Why didn't the Profound Pavilion drive this old, immortal thing away sooner?

*

East Mountain Top.

The second part of the ceremony was now coming to an end.

The family's worship had ended, and it was the turn of a batch of wealthy donors to present flowers to the monument in turn.

Just then.

Cheng Han suddenly froze.

The next moment.

The surrounding scenery suddenly froze.

Four smooth mirror surfaces appeared silently around.

Cheng Han observed and found that his figure was reflected back and forth in the mirror, looking as if countless selves had appeared.

He stared at it for a few seconds, then bowed directly: "Guardian, what a good trick!"

According to the deduction results, this was exactly the city's guardian Xuan Shi, using the power of the Xuan formation to display the "Mirror Projection Technique".

His name is Zhao Qihuan.

After a moment.

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

Cheng Han complimented slightly: "Guardian, you are stationed in An Hua City, how dare the Dream Genesis Society openly display this Xuan method, then the answer is obvious."

Zhao Qihuan smiled: "You are indeed as sharp as the rumors say."

The word "sharp" mentioned in this sentence is enough to prove that this guardian Xuan Shi had done a considerable amount of in-depth understanding beforehand.

Cheng Han humbly said: "You flatter me."

After a breath.

Countless illusory figures suddenly emerged from the mirror.

The figure in the mirror was quite tall, close to 1.9 meters in height, wearing a delicate black Xuan Shi robe, and holding a crescent-shaped short weapon in his right hand.

It was Zhao Qihuan's "projection".

The surface of the short weapon in this person's hand was carved with extremely complex patterns, which was obviously a powerful weapon used by Xuan Shi - a Xuan weapon.

Zhao Qihuan looked at the distance, his voice carrying a ethereal meaning: "The scene on East Mountain is not small, I even heard the shouts in the 'Guardian Hall'."

The so-called "Guardian Hall" is a building built by the Profound Pavilion in the city, and it is said that only Xuan Shi methods can find it.

Cheng Han told the truth: "Just a whim."

Zhao Qihuan then stated his true intention: "I want to know, what is the purpose of you having your subordinates hold a public memorial ceremony?"

Cheng Han asked instead of answering: "Do you want to hear polite words, or the truth?"

Zhao Qihuan couldn't help but laugh, seemingly quite novel: "Tell me, what are polite words, and what is the truth?"

Cheng Han said unhurriedly: "Polite words are that people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can be used."

Zhao Qihuan was greatly surprised: "Explain in detail."

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

"Specifically, in the alien god's language incident a few days ago, a single individual, knowing the huge number of casualties, must be filled with fear.

"If the crowd is slightly guided, such as this public memorial ceremony, inciting the group to become fanatical, the individual can gain courage from the group.

"Each individual participating in the public memorial ceremony, in the group's carnival, will also willingly recognize the identity of the 'Wan Hao Clan' and generate a strong indignation towards the alien god."

Cheng Han continued: "If a commoner is asked to shout 'Down with the alien god', after rational thinking, knowing that he is just an ant in front of the alien god, he may not have the courage to shout it out.

"But the group is different, they have actually lost their minds and will only blindly follow authority…"

He paused and immediately used an example to verify it.

Cheng Han looked down at the crowd in the mirror and suddenly shouted loudly: "Down with the alien god, avenge the dead!"

One second later.

The crowd gave a fanatical response: "Down with the alien god, avenge the dead!"

Zhao Qihuan's expression revealed a hint of obvious shock.

At this moment.

This scene made the guardian Xuan Shi deeply understand what Cheng Han had just said - people's hearts can be manipulated, and tragedies can be used.

Zhao Qihuan suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked at the monument: "You had people engrave the list of the dead on the stone tablet, is it for the same purpose?"

Cheng Han nodded lightly: "The meaning of the monument is a anchor point for group emotions, and in the future, as long as a ceremony is held, the group's fanaticism can be easily stimulated."

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

This guardian Xuan Shi wanted to say "more terrifying", but the self-esteem of the Xuan Shi identity prevented him from saying "terrifying".

Cheng Han humbly said again: "You are too kind."

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

Cheng Han said calmly: "On the night of the alien god's language, I witnessed too many deaths, I hate the alien god, I hope more people hate the alien god like me."

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

This guardian Xuan Shi felt that the Director who spoke the truth was more like a person with warmth, rather than a monster who manipulated people's hearts.

Cheng Han smiled: "Me too!"

The two sides suddenly fell silent.

After several seconds.

Zhao Qihuan asked another question: "What do you think of the Chief Executive?"

Cheng Han answered very succinctly: "His virtue does not match his position, and his talent even less so."

Everyone around him knew that he did not like the Chief Executive, this could not be hidden from the other party, so it was better to directly state his inner thoughts.

Zhao Qihuan narrowed his eyes and asked: "Then are you willing to serve concurrently as Chief Executive? It doesn't need to be too long, about half a year."

From this question, it can be seen that this Xuan Shi fully agreed with Cheng Han's comment.

Cheng Han did not decline: "I am very honored."

He then asked: "I have always suspected that the Profound Pavilion has been slow to replace the Chief Executive, could it be using Bai Yichuan as bait?"

The Chief Executive's performance was so bad, but the Profound Pavilion has been tolerating this guy, this is the only answer Cheng Han could think of.

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

This sentence was tantamount to a disguised admission of Cheng Han's speculation.

Cheng Han blinked his eyes and said nothing more.

"Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by illusory sounds, the mirror suddenly shattered.

Countless figures also became fragmented.

Obviously.

The guardian Xuan Shi left.

An ethereal voice floated over: "Be prepared, you should be able to take over the position of Chief Executive within a week at the earliest."

The cold wind swept over.

The crowd's fanaticism continued.

"Down with the alien god, avenge the dead!"

Cheng Han suddenly sighed inwardly: "My truth is indeed the truth, I really want to strangle that little snake with my own hands!"

Recently, he often thought of the woman who was strung by the snake monster's claws, and the sentence she said, "This is the arrangement of fate, this is not your fault."

Today's public memorial, at its root, is still because of this woman.

But from the guardian Xuan Shi's expression, the other party seemed to regard the truth as a cover-up.