Chapter 115: Strange Memorial Ceremony, Burning Madness (Part )
Can God bleed?
The people in this village know the answer to this question.

When the disaster first struck, people were at a loss as to what to do. They had no weapons and at most agricultural tools made of wooden sticks and a few pieces of iron. They were unable to stop the collapse.

The tall and mighty white beasts, which did not resemble humans, could easily destroy their houses like the worms pushing down building blocks, and crush the human body into a mosaic where the complete structure could not be seen.

At this time, a "person" appeared.

He seemed like the incarnation of rage, an Asura sent down from heaven to the human world. In full view of everyone, he tore a giant white beast in half with his own hands.

From that day on, he became the "God" of the village.

There was a gray-black mask on his face, as if it could block out all the noise of the world.

People worship him in a religious way and regard him as their own "god".

But gradually, people discovered that their "gods" were not perfect either, and could also fall into beast-like madness. However, the spearhead was not directed at them yet.

As a result, desire gradually overwhelmed respect, and people began to raise their butcher knives to protect their own existence.

You may ask, how did a group of ordinary people who could hardly resist even the Honkai beasts deal with this so-called "God"?
It's very simple. As long as he has a similar body and structure to humans, there is nothing we can't do.

Poison was mixed into the food offered to him, strong hypnotic drugs were added to his drinking water, and as long as there was no lower limit, there was no upper limit to people's strength.

So the "god" was tied to a pillar, and every day the villagers had to spill his blood all over the land where he was.

From that day on, the "God" had a name, and people called him "Qianjie".

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“This village is an altar.”

Yao Luo's eyes swept across every light. Ordinary people might only see the surface, but when he connected all the "dots" in his eyes into a pattern, the essence appeared before his eyes.

The collapse energy flowed along the center of the village and began to permeate and erode the entire land.

Although Yao Luo has not yet figured out where the source is, he already knows the purpose of this so-called village chief attracting them here.

"Let them become food for the collapse."

It is true that Honkai will not actively devour humans, but with the emergence of the Herrscher, the average Honkai energy level on Earth is changing every moment.

If ordinary people are allowed to actively come into contact with Honkai energy, the Honkai energy on this land will be reduced, thus achieving the effect of clearing pollution.

"The people here have more or less been infected with the phenomenon of becoming dead soldiers!"

Yao Luo looked around at the locals. The younger ones were fine, but the middle-aged or elderly villagers had white spots on their necks, arms, and other conspicuous places.

"Even if left alone, they will eventually self-destruct." Yao Luo has already made up his mind, and at this moment, he wants to continue watching.

The group walked at a fast pace and soon arrived at the center of the village.

It was a natural square with a very high red cloth wrapped in the center, and it was impossible to see what was inside at first glance.

Surrounding the red cloth was a lively and brightly lit banquet. The hot dishes exuded amazing temptation under the lights, making the hungry tourists swallow their saliva.

"Come on, come on, everyone, don't be polite. People in our village are warm and hospitable. Let's eat."

The village chief continued to greet everyone with his cautious smile, but how could the tourists, who were tired after a day's work, miss this opportunity to get something for free?

The clatter of tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, and the sound of people bragging and joking began to make the quiet square lively.

As for Yao Luo, his eyes never left the red cloth in the center of the square.

“That’s it.”

The red cloth was very high, about as high as the common telephone poles in the town, and there was a bulge in the center, as if something was hidden there.

There were brick and stone steps below, and a pungent smell was wafting from inside.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of food, when the tourists present had almost finished eating, the village chief climbed onto the high platform in front of the red cloth. His hunched body was no longer hunched, and his bones made crisp sounds. This old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties burst out with vitality that he should not have.

"Well, let everyone see the biggest secret of our village!"

"Okay! Okay! Village Chief, don't hide it. We've wanted to know it for a long time!"

The tourists nearby were still making a fuss, their flushed faces not noticing that some of the older locals had malicious smiles on their faces.

The old man placed his hand on the red cloth that seemed to be soaked in blood, and pushed upward with great force, and the red cloth was completely lifted up.

The flickering flames, the dancing crowd, the atmosphere reached its climax at this moment.

On the raised wooden stake, a "person" soaked in blood appeared high up.

The large and small wounds on his body made people doubt whether he needed to be rescued. His short gray hair and the tendons of his hands and feet had all been torn apart, making him look like a harmless wild beast.

The scene came to a standstill for a moment, and the tourists watching seemed to have forgotten to breathe, staring blankly at the scene before them.

“Now that everyone is full and satisfied…” The old village chief’s head bent into a strange arc, and his smile became more and more unlike the angle that a human could make.

"Then it's time to get on the road."

"he he he he he!"

The villagers who had been hiding for a long time picked up their weapons and pointed their butcher knives at the lambs to be slaughtered.

"You, you are breaking the law!"

At this point, even the dumbest guy would have understood that the villagers' enthusiasm was fake from the beginning.

"So what? To pursue a legend, you set foot alone in a small village that no one would come to. Are you stupid?"

Some villagers began to mock the tourists' naivety. At this point, they couldn't escape anyway, and even if there was a "God", he couldn't save them.

At this moment, the "person" who had been silent for a long time was tied to a pillar by the villagers.

Moved.

The severed tendons in his hands and feet, the broken and rotten wounds, and the blood flowing from his body all began to emit steam that was visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on? Could it be that guy Lao Wang? Didn't he tie him up properly last night?"

The village chief frowned for a moment. He never expected that at this critical moment, the guy would make unnecessary movements.

Just when he was about to step forward and resolve this more important matter for them.

The next second, a hand had firmly grasped his neck.

The black mask, the short gray hair, and the Asura-like figure are all telling.

The "god" who was abused by them has now begun his endless revenge.

"Ahhh! You thought you could kill me!!!"

The hoarse voice sounded like the friction of a blade. At this moment, the man wearing a black mask had become the biggest nightmare in the eyes of the village chief.

"No, no, no! Don't..."

Before he could finish his words, the village chief's head exploded like a watermelon, setting a great start for this lively memorial service (physics).

"who is the next!"

Qianjie's voice resounded throughout the square, and no one dared to agree, because...

The hunting time has begun.

(End of this chapter)