"Dream Division... Dream Division?"
Qin Ze remembered that the reborn had mentioned it.
It seemed that the Dream Division was to blame for the current situation of the world.
Hearing the name, it was another ability related to dreams.
Qin Ze had never encountered such an interesting thing.
Whether it was the local natives or the evil gods who invaded the world, their abilities were surprisingly similar.
Qin Ze jumped in through the hole that the old guys had enlarged with the diamond shovel last night.
Since most of it collapsed, the space inside was not very large.
Ignore all the bottles and jars. Qin Ze is not an archaeologist and he is not interested in the culture of foreign races.
On the only wall that was still intact, Qin Ze saw a decorative painting hanging on it.
The main body of the painting was a tower, and behind the tower was a translucent shadow of a person sitting cross-legged.
Below the tower were a group of local natives, their faces full of piety, as if they were listening to the sound of heaven.
This scene was not much different from the preacher's preaching, but basically the same.
Qin Ze recalled what the long-armed man had told him, that the witch was waiting for him in the tower.
As expected, the witch was the phantom in the painting that was as tall as the tower.
Just looking at this picture, the two sides were obviously getting along very well, how did it become the situation that seemed to be falling apart now?
The evil god obviously only needed to provide a rebirth carrier for his believers, and he would have a steady stream of faith harvest.
But he did not do so, but protected the villagers to prevent them from being reborn by the illusion clan.
Qin Ze continued to go deeper inside, and this place seemed to be the office of the Dream Division.
There was a row of broken bookshelves against the wall, and next to it were several wooden desks.
Qin Ze started to check those desks first.
It was unknown how long this building had been buried underground before it saw the light of day again, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the tables.
The first few tables were all some rubble and strange fragments of ornaments.
Qin Ze finally gained something on the last table.
It was a black square the size of half an A4 paper, less than half a centimeter thick, and as smooth as a mirror.
Qin Ze took it in his hand and weighed it. It was very light, and he could hardly feel any weight.
"Do you know what this is?"
Miss Jianxie was also confused: "It doesn't look like food."
Qin Ze pulled the corner of his mouth: "I don't think so either."
After injecting blood and the source of life, the square did not react.
Then, Qin Ze injected a wisp of mental power into it.
The next second, countless dense foreign characters appeared in his spiritual sea of consciousness.
"It turned out to be a book."
Qin Ze was surprised by such a unique way of recording information.
Use mental power to enter the information into the square in advance, and you only need to activate it with mental power when you check it.
The advantage is that a small square can record a large amount of information, which is completely incomparable to written records.
However, the disadvantage is also very obvious. Only warriors who have cultivated a spiritual sea of consciousness can check it.
Key translator Ji immediately translated these illusionary characters into spirit language.
Qin Ze was a little disappointed. What was recorded on the square was not a confidential document, but a list.
At the very beginning, it was written - the list of the 57th batch of spirit walkers to be admitted.
Qin Ze silently read along with the beginning: "According to the instructions of the elders, the Dream Division has thoroughly implemented the principle of focusing on spirits, insisted on a fair, just and open selection method every year, and resolutely fought this battle and protracted war that concerns the entire civilization.
Now the list of the 57th batch of spirit walkers has been preliminarily drawn up and is announced as follows..."
Miss Jianxia muttered: "What do you mean?"
She understood every word Qin Ze said just now, but she didn't understand it together.
"If you understand, you understand. I can't help you if you don't understand."
Miss Jianxia: ? ? ?
Further on is a long list, recorded by name, gender, age, and place of origin.
In this list of the 57th batch of spirit walkers admitted, Qin Ze counted and found that there were a total of 6,520 people.
If the previous batches also have this number of people, the number of spiritual walkers in the Illusion Clan has reached a very terrifying number.
But Qin Ze still doesn't know what the difference is between spiritual walkers and warriors. Why does the Illusion Clan select so many spiritual walkers?
He glanced at the list again and suddenly found something strange.
Although these admitted candidates came from different places, they had the same age - eighteen years old.
Qin Ze suddenly thought of the message on the flower pot.
I wish you a happy eighteenth birthday.
Birthday is both a birthday and a death.
These selected candidates must die on the day they become adults.
In other words, this is the prerequisite for becoming a spiritual walker.
Qin Ze inexplicably thought of the Sunflower Manual, which all have a prerequisite for practicing against the sky.
After extracting the mental power, the spiritual sea of consciousnessAll the words in the book disappeared.
He checked the table in front of him again and found that it was not rubble, but fragments of square pieces.
Unfortunately, because it was broken so badly, the information recorded on it was also lost.
Qin Ze walked to the shaky bookshelf, where there were still a few relatively well-preserved square pieces.
He felt that he had not found a way to accurately check the square pieces.
These square pieces are similar, with basically no difference on the surface. Without injecting spiritual power, you have no idea what is recorded in them.
If the library of the Illusion Clan is also like this, then the difficulty of finding a book is no less than asking Tang Seng to go to the West to obtain scriptures alone.
With the injection of spiritual power, a large amount of information once again poured into Qin Ze's spiritual sea of consciousness.
"The 57th God Sacrifice Ceremony will be held as scheduled, and the Dream God will appear in the world to personally bless the selected children..."
Because the square piece was damaged in several places, some of the information in it was lost.
But Qin Ze could still see that this was a set of precautions and procedures for the God Sacrifice Ceremony.
The Dream God is mentioned repeatedly in it, and he should be the evil god who invaded this world.
The 57th God Sacrifice Ceremony means that the evil god has been in this world for 57 years.
It has been so long since all the Illusion Clan members have been converted into fanatics. This evil god is a bit useless.
You know, Qianmian's partner completed the harvest of a world in just one month.
Judging from the process of this God Sacrifice Ceremony, the Spirit Walker and the Dream God are inseparable.
Qin Ze felt that the God Sacrifice Ceremony was more like a sacrificial ceremony, and the sacrifice was the selected Spirit Walker. A strong sense of sight of the boy and girl of Tongtian River came to his face.
That is, the fanatics can do such a thing, wielding a knife to cut the root of their own civilization.
Through these two square pieces, it can be seen that the business of the Dream Control Department is very extensive.
It is responsible for both "talent selection" and communication with the gods, and it is just short of law enforcement power.
After a moment, Qin Ze picked up another broken square piece and injected mental power.
When he saw the title of the content recorded inside, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Hunting World Domination Plan Version 11..."