But among them were smart ones who knew they had no other choice. They immediately kowtowed again.
“I am willing to believe in God! I am willing to offer everything I have!”
“Save me! I beg the God to save me!”
The others followed suit, shouting the same pleas.
In some ways, the essence of humanity was that of a repeater.
The blade-wielding ghost didn't waste any words. It raised its zhanmadao and pointed the tip at the forehead of the girl who had spoken first.
The girl gritted her teeth and didn't flinch.
Ding.
A warm current flowed from the tip of the blade into her mind.
In that single instant, she felt as if she had attained enlightenment, and she began to chant involuntarily.
“Between dusk and dawn, rebirth calls the wind,”
“Upon mountains of bone and seas of blood, the altar is pinned.”
“I pray for the Communion Lord to descend to this plane,”
“To sever all sorrows and end the world’s pain.”
As these words left her mouth, her eyes grew vacant. In a daze, she felt as if someone had given her a push. Her consciousness drifted out of her body, and an unknown entity temporarily took control.
In the next moment, her hand moved rapidly, drawing strange incantations on her collar. She then stepped forward quickly and drew the same patterns on the collars of the other girls.
By the time she snapped out of it, the collars and the ghost had vanished. Even Wang Zheng’s corpse was gone.
The girls looked at each other, unable to believe what had happened.
“Sisters, this is our only chance. Let’s get out of here!”
As she spoke, she walked toward the door.
She was afraid; she was terrified.
But she knew this was her only chance!
She had to act as if nothing had happened. Only then could she fool the thugs outside and have a chance to escape and go home.
She wiped her tears and silently encouraged herself.
“Lu Zhao, you can do this. You can do this!”
She took a deep breath and pressed the passcode she had secretly memorized long ago.
Beep.
The door opened. Lu Zhao tried her best to walk out with an air of nonchalance, but after just one step, she froze.
The other girls inside subconsciously retreated, some even hiding in the corner.
But soon, they smelled a pungent, nauseating scent of blood and organs.
One of the braver girls ran up behind Lu Zhao to look and immediately began to vomit.
“Ugh...”
Curiosity got the better of the other girls, and they crowded around. They saw that the once-glittering 'private club' had been turned into a meat grinder.
The corpses were scattered like building blocks; it would take a long time to piece them back together into anything resembling a human form.
“This... this is God! The great Lord of Rebirth and Communion has manifested!”
Lu Zhao wasn't afraid of the corpses. Instead, her expression grew increasingly fanatical.
“I can feel God’s guidance. Sisters, we have found a true God!”
Lu Zhao tapped several points on her chest, drawing a simple symbol. If someone were to connect the dots, they would find it formed a rough shape of a ginkgo leaf.
...
“Hmm?”
Inside the flower shop, Yin Yang looked up as his divinity manifested behind him.
Compared to before, his divinity was much more solid. After all, he had just sacrificed several demigods.
“Lord of Rebirth and Communion?”
Yin Yang’s expression turned a bit strange. 'Rebirth' referred to his own resurrection, while 'Communion' represented the core ability of the 【Sacrifice】 pathway: communication.
As for the final 'Lord,' did it mean ruler or master?
It was good; it had strong guidance. His divinity had already sensed the connection.
However, if the distance were any greater, it wouldn't work. After all, Yin Yang’s divinity was still very weak.
Furthermore, the description wasn't comprehensive; it didn't include Yin Yang’s natural transcendent abilities.
But that didn't matter. It was just a title. A god could have different names in different places and times.
The only drawback was...
As a 'god,' he was pathetically weak!
With a wave of his hand, a safe and several bomb collars appeared before him.
The sacrifice ritual for a 【Corpse Celebrant】 had a condition: the items must belong to the practitioner!
When sacrificing those demigods earlier, Yin Yang had first branded them, gaining 'ownership' of them after their deaths.
That was why they turned directly into sacrifices for Yin Yang’s divinity upon death.
He had used the same method for the safe.
He branded it first, then killed its owner. The ownership naturally transferred to him. Then, he sacrificed the safe to his divinity to teleport it back.
But he couldn't do that with the girls. They were living human beings with self-awareness; they belonged to themselves.
So, to help them, Yin Yang needed to turn them into his believers.
This way, he could treat the 'bomb collars' as sacrifices and offer them to his own divinity.
Looking at it now, the plan was perfect.
The only downside was that faith was a troublesome thing. It was easy to be branded a heretic and burned at the stake.
But it didn't matter. At least it had saved their lives, hadn't it?
While Yin Yang began to study the safe, on the other side, the blade-wielding ghost and the Red-Haired Ghost had already found Liu He.
...
Central City.
Security Bureau Headquarters.
Wang Gen lay on a hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Su Baadao sat nearby peeling an apple, sneering at the sight.
“Who are you trying to impress with that half-dead look? What? Expecting the higher-ups to take pity on you and let you keep your job as bureau chief?”
Wang Gen turned his head to look at him, his eyes bloodshot.
“One hundred and seventeen people. One hundred and seventeen people died!”
“If I had only noticed sooner, they wouldn't have had to die. It’s my fault. I’m useless. I’m not fit to be the bureau chief.”
Wang Gen’s voice was extremely hoarse. In just a few days, he looked as if he had aged over a decade.
Su Baadao’s gaze grew even more contemptuous. He threw the long, unbroken apple peel into the trash before speaking.
“It’s hard to imagine a coward like you is on the 【Executioner】 pathway. I’m truly curious how someone with such a fragile heart survived on the battlefield.”
“No wonder you eventually chose to work at the Security Bureau.”
“If you’re so afraid of your comrades dying, you should have chosen the 【Scholar】 pathway back then.”
Crunch.
Su Baadao took a bite of the apple and spoke while chewing.
“What kind of world do you think this is? Since they chose this profession, they should have been prepared to sacrifice themselves at any moment!”
“Afraid of death? Then why become a security officer?”
“Instead of lying in bed wallowing in grief, you’d be better off thinking about how to get revenge for them!”
“We took out a few demigods, but their organization is still out there! The person who shelled the bureau is still there, and so is the one who snatched the spoils from behind our backs!”
Poof!
Su Baadao crushed the apple in his hand, his eyes cold.
“If I were you, I’d be asking the leaders for a sealed object right now to go back and fight them to the death!”
He wiped his hands.
“Although we killed several demigods this time, someone else reaped the benefits, the public order is in shambles, and we even lost the Demigod's Skull.”
“Wang Gen, our Meng City has been humiliated enough.”
“If you’re going to keep acting like you’re half-dead, you might as well resign as soon as possible.”
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