A specific ti, specific conditions for the sacrifice, and a specific order of death are required.
Only when these three elents are combined can the so-called Ancient God be successfully summoned.
Summoning, especially across dinsions involving powerful life forms and humans, inherently cos with substantial restrictions. The more stringent the summoning conditions, the greater the power that the summoned deity can manifest.
Bi Xiao is indifferent to the summoning conditions.
In that cabin, five young individuals each represent a distinct identity: the Whore, the Fool, the Athlete, the Scholar, and the Virgin.
Only if they die in this specific order within the designated ti tonight will the summoning spell be successfully activated.
This is simply a classic horror elent.
The main characters are these five students, and using the lives of five students to activate the summoning is not sothing Bi Xiao is keen on. More importantly, in this mory of Sara, there is another thod to initiate the summoning.
A person endowed with divine power can recite a spell and activate the summoning altar.
How convenient it is that he possesses such divine power. However, Bi Xiao does not intend to perform the summoning himself, uncertain of potential pitfalls, so he turns his gaze to Sara.
Now… it's your turn, Pikachu.
At this mont, the sky has already darkened, and oddly enough, the heavy snow has stopped. The sky is overcast with clouds, thunder can be heard, but lightning is seen.
Night has fallen.
Bi Xiao didn’t even glance at Sara but walked straight towards the cabin in the woods, unaffected by the snow on the ground.
Sara followed closely behind.
Upon reaching the cabin door, he gently knocked.
The knocking disrupted the conversation among the five students inside.
Suddenly, everything went silent; the students sitting on the couch in the living room were startled by the unexpected knocking—this ti, this remote location, at night, and soone suddenly knocking, no one could remain calm.
Luckily, Curt was the first to regain composure, giving a reassuring look to everyone.
The others tiptoed to the toolbox and picked up various weapons like telescopic batons, pepper spray, and knives.
Curt, holding a baseball bat, approached the door and asked, "Who's there?"
"Hey buddy, I'm from New York, here on vacation. I heard there's a holiday cabin around here, so I wanted to check it out," said Bi Xiao from outside.
Hearing Bi Xiao’s young, clear voice slightly relieved the people inside. Holden, standing by the window, glanced at Bi Xiao standing outside, unard and wearing a clean down jacket, and nodded at Curt.
Curt then opened the door.
And there stood Bi Xiao in a white down jacket, having removed his hat to reveal a handso, young face.
"Wow, buddy, how did you get here?"
Seeing Bi Xiao without any belongings, not even a backpack, Curt asked in puzzlent.
"My stuff is in the car, parked not far away. I saw the lights in the cabin, so I ca over."
"Alright, co in. It's quite cold outside."
Curt and the other four students exchanged glances and then invited Bi Xiao in. He was unard, Asian, and very handso—these traits were enough to let the students lower their guard.
Especially since Asians are seen as a minimal threat in the eyes of Aricans today. If it were a strong, unknown Black Man, they might have thought twice.
"Thank you."
Bi Xiao entered with a cheerful smile, and Curt made sure to scan outside before closing the door.
The students warmly invited Bi Xiao to sit down.
Bi Xiao didn’t act reserved and introduced himself first: "John Shaw. You can call Shaw."
"Curt."
"Dana."
"Holden."
"Jules."
"Marty."
The five students also introduced themselves, all young and with generally good personalities, particularly curious about Bi Xiao’s background—after all, a young Asian living in New York alone visiting Ohio the day after Christmas was quite daring.
They were all locals, and the holiday cabin was recomnded by Curt’s cousin, hence their group visit here. But going to farther, more unfamiliar places would be too intimidating for them.
The conversation flowed smoothly without any barriers, discussing topics typical among young people. Bi Xiao, who browsed the internet a lot and had a good mory, knew quite a bit about what the younger generation in Arica liked, making the chat very pleasant.
Curt poured a cup of coffee for Bi Xiao and, looking at the Asian guy sitting next to Holden, asked curiously, "Shaw, are you a traveler? Why did you co here alone?"
Especially as an Asian, whose living environnt in the United States is undoubtedly at the bottom of the contempt chain, the atmosphere in Ohio is not very welcoming. They didn’t reject Bi Xiao, but that didn’t an others wouldn’t.
It’s hard to imagine how this handso Asian had the courage to travel alone.
Bi Xiao, noticing the curiosity from the five students and also hearing Sara and other believers exchanging words a kiloter away outside, decided not to conceal his purpose anymore.
"You guys are lucky. I saw your selfies and descriptions on your blog, so I ca specifically to find you."
"What?" The five were shocked.
They hadn’t expected this response, and "lucky" was a strange way to put it.
Bi Xiao, without further explanation, set down his coffee cup, stood up, and walked outside under the bewildered gazes of the five students, opened the door, and outside, Sara walked in, looking stunned.
Curt and the others imdiately frowned and stood up, about to inquire when...
Bi Xiao looked at the five: "Put on your clothes, leave this cabin."
His tone was undeniable, and although Curt and the others were not pleased with his tone and intent, seeing Bi Xiao's black eyes under the dim firelight, which seed like dark stars in a black hole, they instinctively could not refuse and dressed in down jackets like puppets, walked out of the cabin.
Bi Xiao glanced at Curt and the others standing outside.
He lifted his foot and stamped down forcefully.
Boom!!
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