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

Chapter 736: Heart of the Fetal God (II)

Like the claws of evil spirits reaching out from hell, countless golden tentacles quickly wrapped around Chi Tuo's wrists and ankles, even piercing his tendons and bones, nailing him firmly in place.

A tentacle slid towards his mouth like a poisonous snake, instantly blocking the scream.

The tentacles slowly tightened, Chi Tuo's body kept twitching, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He opened his eyes wide, and in his pupils was reflected the small figure that was slowly lifted up by the tentacles. The young face surrounded by the tentacles looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

Although Liu Sheng's current body was very weak, he managed to subdue the man in front of him unexpectedly.

The last time Liu Sheng failed was because he found himself under siege. This time, he fought alone and took control of the situation in an instant.

Do you want to kill him?

The tentacles gradually approached, seeming to be hesitating.

And Chi Tuo seemed to have noticed this hesitation. There was a pleading light in his eyes and he whimpered, as if he had something to say.

The tentacle slowly moved away from his mouth, but still hovered threateningly beside it, ready to muffle any possible screams.

"Please let me go..." Chi Tuo's voice trembled with fear, "Master Taishen..."

Liu Sheng's mind moved, and he remembered that this high-dimensional analysis belonged to the Fetal God Drum, and the reward - the Fetal God Fruit.

So, is the god of this world the fetal god?
Is that the incomparably powerful force that descended from the void?

"It seems that you are quite smart..."

The tip of the tentacle cracked, and a hoarse sound slowly came out from the mouth full of sharp teeth.

[Hehe, it’s finally my turn to say this… the villain’s special phrase for the protagonist.]

Liu Sheng was very satisfied with this line.

But to Chi Tuo, these words were simply horrifying.

"You...are you really the Fetal God?"

Chi Tuo's eyes were filled with fear.

Although there are still hidden surprises, there are more fears.

The only response he got was countless tentacles slowly approaching.

Chi Tuo immediately prostrated himself on the ground, begging for mercy: "Master Tai Shen, I am ignorant, it is really... How could you be reincarnated into a girl?"

"Oh, what about a girl?"

"Girls...girls..."

"explain."

"According to... According to the Fetal Nerve, women have dirty bodies and cannot bear the power of the fetal god, so they cannot become gods."

Liu Sheng said coldly: "Give me your scriptures."

Chi Tuo was firmly fixed by the tentacles and could only say in a trembling voice: "On my chest..."

The tentacles gently lifted up his robe sleeves.

At this moment, the man shouted and a cold light shot out from his chest.

The tentacle that was reaching towards the chest broke instantly, and then the cold light continued to point directly at Liu Sheng's baby body.

A hint of coldness flashed in Liu Sheng's eyes.

Countless tentacles quickly intertwined into a web, protecting her body and firmly capturing the cold light in the web.

The power of the cold light was extremely strong, and it kept drilling into the net, tearing the tentacles apart like a sharp blade, burning every inch of the tentacles.

But the tentacles were layered and seemed endless. As they consumed the cold light's energy, they gradually revealed their true appearance - a section of refined ribs covered with shining blood-colored runes. The light was strange and extremely ominous. Chi Tuo stared at the baby's small hands in disbelief, tightly holding the ribs that originally belonged to him. His cold eyes swept over him, and immediately made the hairs on his body stand up.

"This is not the proper etiquette for the fetal god." The tentacles made a cold voice.

“You weirdo!” Chi Tuo shouted almost hysterically, “How dare you call yourself the Fetal God! Don’t tarnish the name of the Fetal God!”

His face was twisted with anger, his eyes flashed with resentment and fear, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself:
"There must be something wrong with my ritual... It must be... Otherwise, how could I attract something like this..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or in self-denial. His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed. The fear and doubt in his heart continued to erode him and tear at his cognition.

Liu Sheng did not give him a chance to continue struggling, and continued coldly: "Then what do you think the fetal god should be like? Why can't it be like me?"

Chi Tuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill spread from his back to his limbs, as if something deep in his soul was touched.

Fear came like a tide, and he wanted to escape, but his body was firmly bound by countless tentacles.

"You...you like this? No, it's impossible! Absolutely not!"

"You don't know either, do you?"

"I don't know? I don't know..."

Chi Tuo's voice became weaker and weaker, his face turned pale as paper, and blood gushed out from the huge wound on his chest.

As he whispered, bright red liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth and onto the cold ground.

He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest. The light in his eyes dimmed little by little. He seemed to feel some regret and endless helplessness. In the end, there was only dead silence...

Chituo is dead.

I don’t know if it’s because of trauma, the collapse of faith, or the backlash from the failed ritual.

In short, it was beyond Liu Sheng's expectations and his death was too quick.

Liu Sheng's tentacles gently probed into Chi Tuo's chest wound and found that it was only this section of ribs, and the other ribs had not been refined.

Looking through Chi Tuo's belongings again, there were two scriptures in the package: one was "The Fetal God Sutra", which was a scripture about the god of this world - the Fetal God; and the other was called "The Snow Mountain Cultivation Record". A cursory glance revealed that it was a method of cultivation, and also included various sacrificial techniques and rituals.

In addition, there is a bowl that is probably made of a skull, and a string of beads that seem to be made from the bones of some unknown animal. They look eerie, but when you touch them you can sense an inexplicable energy.

Liu Sheng's heart moved and he put it away.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the refining room finally opened again.

A monk in a red robe and a hood walked out, holding a bright red and ghostly spiritual weapon in his hand.

"Is it done?" asked the strange man guarding the refining room in a low voice.

"Hmm." The monk responded softly, his voice hoarse and tired.

"Why do I hear some noises in there?"

"Something happened."

There was a hint of teasing in the weirdo's eyes, and a bit of expectation: "Will it not be, attracting... something that shouldn't be attracted?"

"Nothing to do with you."

The monk answered calmly, shaking the rattle stiffly in his hand, and walked out slowly without looking back.

The weirdo looked at his slightly rigid and thinner back, sneered and said loudly:
"Hmph, you who don't know how to respect elders, you really think you can get carried away after you have mastered the art. Be careful that the fetal spirit may not bless you, and your spiritual weapon may turn into a strange weapon sooner or later!"

"But the trick weapon is not bad, it just can't become a god..."

He cursed, turned and walked into the refining room, then took a breath of cold air.

"Really? It's all over the place... I have to clean it up..."