The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 735: Heart of the Fetal God (I)

Liu Sheng looked at the huge heads in front of him that were staring at him, and this time he felt no wavering at all.

In front of her, there were countless objects that exuded a strange aura.

Each one was waiting for her choice.

These people also longed for her choice.

Because it represents that she has chosen the direction of her future.

Or...the future form?
And who will follow.

Looking at these eyes full of expectation, Liu Sheng sneered in his heart. It was hard to tell who would follow whom.

She raised her hand, slowly crawled over, and grabbed the rattle-shaped magic weapon frame with her round hands.

This is the choice made by the original owner of the Fetal God Drum.

The owner of the magic weapon immediately broke into a joyful smile, with the flesh on his face piled up into upward wrinkles; while the others had gloomy faces, with the corners of their mouths turned downward, and they did not hide their dejection at all.

Soon, she was carefully picked up by the owner of the magic weapon.

She didn't cry, make a fuss, or laugh. She just silently stared at the lotus pattern on his robe.

It was like a burning flame, or like a stain of blood.

However, compared to the mysterious master who tore Liu Sheng into pieces and left the most profound impression in her memory, this man had very few lotus flowers on his body and very few gold ornaments, and it was obvious that he did not have a high status.

He also found Liu Sheng's appearance strange.

"Sure enough, girl dolls are always a little weird."

After saying this, he covered Liu Sheng with his robe to block out the predatory gazes and malicious mocking voices around him.

Walk slowly outside and up the long mountain path.

Outside, snowflakes were flying everywhere, and a layer of frost and snow soon covered the robe.

Liu Sheng hid in his robe, feeling the bone-chilling cold penetrating through the cotton cloth, but at least the wind and snow were temporarily blocked out.

She quietly used one tentacle to stick out a small eye and peek out through the gap in her robe.

What comes into view is a building that is almost identical to the snow-capped mountains.

At the highest point, a white tower stands tall, overlooking the top of the snow-capped mountain. The tower is covered with frost and looks particularly cold and desolate under the light of the stars.

Liu Sheng's eyes were fixed on the white tower for a long time.

I wonder if there is the same bell sound here?
That was one of her goals in coming to this instance.

She couldn't approach the ancient bell in the snow mountain casually, but in the high-dimensional analysis world, she could always think of a solution boldly.

The man held her in his arms and continued up the winding steps until they reached a room filled with the scent of spices.

As soon as he entered the room, Liu Sheng immediately smelled a strong smell of blood.

The bloody smell mixed with the spicy taste of spices made people feel nauseous.

She could still vaguely hear the baby crying, but the sound was muffled in a certain vessel, low and vague, as if it came from the depths of darkness, echoing faintly...

When I walked into the inner room, there was an even stronger smell of blood.

There were dark rooms scattered around, filled with strange mutterings, low cries, and even the sounds of cutting, hammering, and collisions.

Thinking of the cruel scene inside, the man seemed to be a little bit unbearable. His steps paused slightly, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

He held Liu Sheng in his arms and paced slowly in the inner room, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.

Suddenly, a withered voice came from the darkness: "Are you here to refine weapons? Is this your first time?"

Before the man could answer, Liu Sheng felt the robe covering his face being lifted up.

A face covered with scars and twisted like a demon slowly approached under the dim light and looked at her carefully.

"Children in the past would have cried loudly when they came here. Why isn't this child crying?"

As he spoke, a finger that was burnt and wrinkled like dry wood slowly reached out to Liu Sheng and touched her face. The man holding Liu Sheng seemed to react and quickly covered Liu Sheng again.

The weird and ugly devil-like man laughed softly.

"Just a look, why are you so stingy?"

"This is my stuff. How dare you, a mere servant, touch it?"

"Hehe, the main thing is that you are an interesting kid and should be able to make something good." The other person smiled sinisterly.

"That has nothing to do with you." The man holding Liu Sheng said coldly, "Give me a refining room."

"Okay, if the master doesn't know what to do, you can ask me..."

"no need."

"Then... I wish you good luck, Master Chituo."

Taking the key from the withered hand, the man carried the child into the dark room.

The smell of blood almost solidified into a substance and enveloped her, making it almost difficult for her to breathe through her fragile nasal cavity.

Liu Sheng was placed in the center of the cold stone platform, along with the fragments of the rattle-shaped magical weapon.

The mottled bloodstains on the wall were twisted into strange patterns in the firelight, like hideous faces screaming in agony, along with the knives, chisels, and hooks that flickered coldly under the flickering candlelight, as if telling her everything that would happen next.

More than that, she couldn't see.

It was not easy for her to show those eyes in front of him.

At least not now.

The monk called "Master Chituo" walked to the front of the stage and looked at Liu Sheng's round eyes staring at him without blinking, his eyeballs motionless, as if he could look directly into his soul. His heart inexplicably tightened and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

He tried to calm his breathing, and pretended to be calm as he took out several bottles from his arms, poured out various powders and bloody, sticky black and red substances, and put them into a strange large bowl that seemed to be made of a skull.

He stirred carefully, turning all the ingredients into a dark slurry.

Then, he dipped the mucus and drew strange patterns on the stone platform around Liu Sheng while trembling and muttering to himself.

As the pattern took shape, an indescribable aura slowly descended, but it was not very strong yet, like a faint glance from the void.

The bloodstains on the wall seemed to sense the arrival of this energy and came alive. Their mouths opened and closed as if they were roaring silently, and their eyes were fixed on Liu Sheng on the stone platform.

Chituo's hands trembled slightly, and the flesh on his face wrinkled deeper in fear, muttering:

"May the fetus god protect me...May the fetus god protect me..."

He hurriedly took out a Buddhist scripture from his arms, put it to his mouth, frowned, and suddenly remembered that he had just dipped it in the bloody liquid, and he spat a few times.

Then he picked up the book and turned to a certain page with trembling hands, muttering some ancient scripture. The low and long tone repeated itself over and over again, like an endless loop of curse.

Liu Sheng was in a trance for a moment, recalling the noise he had heard in the earmuffs - that same vague and distant rhythm, as if summoning some existence from the void.

The candlelight flickered, Chi Tuo's voice became hoarse, cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and blue veins were faintly visible under his pale face.

He recited the scriptures anxiously over and over again, but was unable to truly bring the power that was suspended in the void into this place.

The more anxious he became, the paler his face became, and the flesh on his cheeks seemed to collapse and disappear without him noticing.

Gradually, he became haggard, with sunken eye sockets, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Finally, the gaze in the void seemed to be completely locked on the stone platform.

Liu Sheng was still not afraid, just watching everything quietly.

She knew that this moment was an opportunity to increase the completeness of the analysis. The original owner's experience, the birth of this ancient spiritual weapon that seemed like a weird creature... all the information might be hidden in this ceremony.

But staying alive is the most fundamental prerequisite.

Finally, the time has come.

Just as Chituo raised the knife with trembling hands and was about to bring it down—

Countless tentacles suddenly burst out!