Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 406 - 204: Fusang Special Scripts and Audiences

"What is a reversed scapegoat?"

Veronica asked, earnestly seeking guidance.

"Do you know that many of the spells used by Hell Demons are essentially distortions and blasphemies of the Heaven Divine Arts, hence they are also known as Reversed Magic?"

"I am aware of that..."

"You will not be able to find any records of Reversed Magic in the religious texts stored in the Church."

The Archbishop’s voice became serious and stern over the phone, "You should look into history books."

Ah?

Veronica was puzzled, "Which period of history?"

"Do you know about the Trojan War?"

"Uh..."

"Only read fairy tales, haven’t read the actual history? Then let me give you another example, the Thanksgiving of the Federal Government, you should be familiar with that, right?"

"I know that one!"

"That is a very classic example of a reversed scapegoat. The Federal People, in order to thank the natives for their hospitality, not only gave them blankets laden with viruses but also massacred the native tribes, seizing their land and scalping them..."

"Every Day of Atonement, the Israelites would select two male goats, and the sacrificer would pray to God, confessing the sins committed by their tribe over the past year, and then they would place these sins upon the two goats. One goat would be sacrificed to God, and the other to the wilderness demon Asmodeus, which is the origin of the scapegoat."

"The reversed scapegoat is an inversion of this sacrificial ritual, where the goat given by God comes from the wilderness. People use its milk and meat to alleviate their hunger and thirst, thanking God while also bearing the sins of slaughter."

"This is also the origin of the Thanksgiving of the Federal Government. They thank God for bestowing upon them the New Continent, filling their hunger with the flesh and blood of the natives, and willingly bearing the sins."

"Ah, this..."

Veronica hesitated to speak.

"Can it be explained this way?"

"I am the Archbishop, and I personally compiled the new version of the Bible for the Qianjin Church—what do you think?"

"Alright, Archbishop Theresa, do you think the Divine Aberration created by the Blood Cup Sect is also a reversed scapegoat?"

"I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, so I can’t be certain. However, based on your description, I think there’s at least a sixty to seventy percent chance. Although the Blood Cup Sect preaches the so-called ’concept of the cup,’ their long-term development in Fusang has inevitably been influenced by the characteristics of the Fusang People. How much do you know about Fusang’s character and culture?"

"I have no understanding at all."

"... That’s why I always urge you to read more."

"Fusang has been assimilated, who cares about them... alright, my lord, I was wrong!"

Feeling the intangible pressure from the other side of the phone, Veronica quickly conceded.

"Let’s skip that part then, I’ll just tell you the answer."

Sighs were heard from the other side of the phone.

"Simply put, the Fusang People tend to like presumptuously writing scripts for others, and the mastermind behind the Blood Cup Sect is exactly the kind of person who has a malevolent taste for watching others perform on stage. So I believe that the script for the reversed scapegoat fits that guy’s wretched preferences."

"That guy?"

"Mephisto."

"So it was that bastard!"

"Don’t use foul language."

"Sorry!"

Such a familiar name, the likes of the Trojan War, the Thanksgiving indigenous people, Veronica, although not completely ignorant, generally didn’t care much about them.

But if you mention Mephisto, one of the Great Monarchs of Hell, she was truly familiar with him.

Since he was behind the scenes stirring trouble, then everything made sense.

"Purely from the perspective of dramatic effect, I think the plot where an infant bred from the Holy Womb is pure and unsullied, yet humans discriminate and prejudice against it due to the impurity of the mother, framing and defaming it to extreme punishment, rejecting God’s gift, thus bearing sin—such a plot would quite suit that guy’s bad taste."

"...Is he sick?"

If Wang Yunxiao had heard this explanation, he probably would have criticized in his mind, what kind of heavy taste audience likes such trope-heavy dark, brutal NTR brain hemorrhage plots, right?

Although Veronica couldn’t voice this criticism, her thoughts were more or less the same.

"Aren’t demons always like this, and the Great Monarchs of Hell even more so without exception?"

The voice over the phone became even more serious.

"Don’t think that this is just a script I made up nonsensically. Do you know the principle of Ritual Magic?"

"..."

"Alright, forget I asked."

"No, no, no, I do know this!"

Veronica had just been too shocked to react, she quickly explained: "I know this, it’s by mimicking a mythological tale or a pivotal node in history, using similar elements to achieve similar outcomes. Just like the People of Ming setting off fireworks to ward off the Nian Beast during the New Year or eating rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival to suppress zombies..."

"Your understanding is slightly off but not too far off, the reason I say this screenplay isn’t just made up is because such screenplays have also appeared in history, so it might not just be a screenplay, but also a hidden Ritual Magic."

"The main character of that screenplay you might be more familiar with, her name is Lilith."

Veronica’s pupils constricted instantly: "Adam’s first wife, the root of the witch bloodline, that Lilith?"

"Who else could it be?"

The voice on the phone became softer.

"The scapegoat is just a facade, this Ritual Magic is the core. Once that girl, who has not committed any sins since birth, is executed in the name of groundless accusations, the Ritual Magic will activate. She will become a Night Demon, bringing down a great disaster, cursing a hundred children to die of illness daily."

......

"Director! I am instructed by the higher-ups to convey an order, the higher-ups require immediate execution of that Divine Aberration."

Wang Yunxiao stared blankly at the officer who had come through the pouring rain.

His face was very anxious: "Please carry out the execution immediately! Otherwise, it will be too late. The higher-ups have already determined that she was the Divine Aberration who invaded Tianmen years ago. If we don’t stop her, this rain will soon turn into a Blood Rain, and all of Tianmen will suffer!"

"Your higher-ups... where are they from? Make it clearer!"

Wang Yunxiao stared at him and asked unhurriedly.

The officer frowned, seemingly not understanding why he had asked that: "Of course, it’s an order from the headquarters of the Special Service Bureau. It’s a matter of great importance, please execute the order immediately!"

"Alright..."

Wang Yunxiao took out the pistol at his waist and a notebook, opened it to glance.

Then he raised the gun to the officer’s face and pulled the trigger directly.

A gunshot rang out, and the officer slowly fell to the ground, his face still wearing an expression of disbelief.

"The military forces on the scene were all pulled in by Director Qin, what does it have to do with the Special Service Bureau? You dare to come bluff someone without even grasping such a level of intelligence, I see you’re really desperate."

Wang Yunxiao sneered: "No matter, I’m not in a hurry, I can play with you guys till dawn!"