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

Chapter 763: The Heart of the Fetal God (Twenty-nine) (Two in One)

Yueya walked out of the yurt holding a cane.

She had just woken up from a breakthrough not long ago.

The sharp cold light just now came from her.

She now looks completely new, her once haggard face has regained its plumpness, and her sparse hair has grown back.

Although he was holding a cane, it looked more like a weapon than a means of movement.

He was just wearing a fur cloak, so his figure couldn't be seen clearly.

But this look brightened the eyes of Aji, who was just getting up from the ground with an unhappy look on his face.

Then, Dan Jin came out holding Liu Sheng.

The eyes of these human sheep flashed with the same greed, but this look was too naked and direct, and did not seem like something they were originally capable of. It seemed as if there was a common existence behind the scenes controlling them.

Liu Sheng glanced at them, and a hint of boredom appeared in her eyes. She was really tired of seeing these weird faces.

Looking towards the darkness of the village, the bright light from the torches illuminated everything in front of us, making the darkness even darker and deeper.

Therefore, neither the people nor the sheep could see that one figure after another slowly walked out of the darkness.

In their hands were large and small, colorful clothes covered with graffiti-like patterns.

When they all held up the pieces of cloth and whispered a name, the patterns on the clothes seemed to come alive, twisting and jumping off the pieces of cloth and floating into the air, but when they came to their senses, they saw that they were still on the cloth and everything seemed like an illusion.

But before anyone knew it, an indescribable aura quietly descended from the sky, and black fog began to surge, like waves surging down from a snow-capped mountain.

The people and sheep surrounding the yurt also felt something strange. They turned around and finally noticed the shadows in the dark and behind them.

"What are you women doing out here?" a sheep-man roared loudly.

"It's already night time, and you still dare to show up! Have you forgotten your lesson?" another sheep also asked angrily.

“No, I haven’t forgotten and I will never forget…” A woman’s voice trembled, “So… I want to repay you.”

These words suddenly aroused the other party's anger.

A sickle was swung out suddenly, aiming directly at the woman's head.

In an instant, the scene became chaotic.

The remaining sheep turned their attention to the women, wielding hoes, hammers, rakes and other weapons, and violence was about to break out.

Although these women were afraid, they did not dare to stop and continued to chant, call, and pray for that name.

And these human sheep finally heard it clearly.

That name——

Gombazonska.

Once they realized the name, the supreme fear that surged from the bottom of their hearts made their hands freeze and their weapons paused in mid-air.

They seemed to be frightened by some force, unable to move forward or forward.

Gradually, I couldn't hear anything.

I don’t know since when, all the sounds seemed to be swallowed up, and silence enveloped the surroundings.

The black fog rolled to both sides, and a huge canoe slowly appeared from the rolling fog, coming from the mountain to the grassland, getting closer and closer.

On the canoe, the huge figure gradually became clear, and his eyes swept across silently, finally falling on Liu Sheng.

Although they were very far away, in a sense, they were face to face, saying words that only Liu Sheng and that existence could hear.

"meet again……"

"Whatever you ask for, you will get." Liu Sheng said.

"But do you understand what this ritual is asking for?"

Liu Sheng nodded.

"The cloth on the sheepfold is covered with spells. Although these spells are different from the array patterns I know, I can infer the information they carry from the various spell rituals in the Snow Mountain Cultivation Record, and naturally I will understand."

The being seemed to think for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Then, in the same ceremony, why should I help you instead of that person? After all, you should understand the principle of first come first served."

Liu Sheng said: "First of all, you should feel that my identity is important enough."

She paused, "Secondly, if the fetal god knew that you were helping a traitor to god become a god...what would you do?"

That existence suddenly turned cold.

"Are you threatening me?"

"This is not a threat, but a cooperation. What I can bring to you is far more than that demigod who is about to achieve success."

"You are very confident. But do you think you can let the fetal god know this?" Gombazonska said coldly, "If He really knew... I wouldn't have to..."

Liu Sheng said softly: "I know your distress, but what if I say I have a solution?"

"In that case... I am looking forward to it."

"Don't you need to verify what I said?"

"No need. It's the price you need to pay anyway. If you can't do it, there will only be one ending."

The sound dissipated like smoke, and blood-red chains shot out like arrows, locking all the human sheep to the canoe.

Entangled by the blood-red chains, these human sheep instantly became as dull as a flock of dazed sheep, as if their souls had been pulled out of their bodies by the chains.

There are also omissions, perhaps just because the person in the dark did not come out, or perhaps he is just alone.

Such as the old village chief, Aji and Bianba who was hiding in the back at a loss.

The old village chief struggled to get up from the ground.

He and Aji rushed towards the canoe in panic, but were violently pulled away by the blood chain.

"No... ritual... no... only one."

The canoe, carrying a boat full of people and sheep, slowly sailed into the black fog.

"Sir, think of a solution!"

The old village chief watched the canoe go away, shaking his baboon anxiously.

But Bianba usually only served the master, so how could he have seen such a situation? He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

After a long while, he hurriedly took out a talisman from his arms. It was wrinkled and slightly yellow, as if it was made of some kind of tanned leather, and there was a blood-red spell painted on it.

Bian Ba ​​took it out carefully, his eyes full of heartache.

But if I ruined the master's plan because of my mistake, when I return to the temple, not only would I lose the precious amulet given by the master, I would probably even lose my life.

So, Bian Ba ​​took a deep breath and resolutely tore open the amulet.

In an instant, those strange words began to wriggle like living things, floating in the air and intertwining with each other. Little bits of blood red continued to multiply, and finally turned into a huge phantom, like a mysterious existence rising in the darkness, covering the space.

The shadow had a compassionate face and a bulging abdomen. Through the translucent belly, one could vaguely see a curled up outline, as if some ancient life was gestating inside, waiting to break out of the shell.

Eighteen arms were dancing in the air, each hand holding different magical instruments and divine objects - a golden bottle, a leather drum, a sharp sword, a golden chain, a golden bracelet, etc. Each magical instrument emitted a faint light, as if carrying a mysterious power.

Below, a pair of legs were folded together, forming a strange lotus seat. It didn't even look like a lotus, but some kind of strange flower, so bright that it was impossible to take your eyes off it.

"Mandragora..." Yueya murmured as she looked at the flower seat. At this moment, the old village chief and Aji had just felt a glimmer of hope, but they saw the shadow turn around, and its long tongue suddenly stretched out, swallowing them all in, without even making a sound.

After chewing a few times, the phantom's abdomen swelled, and a huge sheep's head gradually grew out, hitting the phantom's abdominal wall and rushing towards the outside world rapidly.

At the moment of rupture, flesh and blood splattered, and hot blood poured down like a waterfall.

The blood spilled onto Bianba's body, hot as fire. His skin curled and fell off violently under the high temperature, as if it was burned by boiling molten iron.

Under this flaming burning pain, densely packed eyeballs squeezed out of his body, and the sticky eyeballs rolled around.

The spell climbed up his body as if it had life, penetrated into his blood vessels, and spread to every pore. His skin began to fester, gradually revealing his white bones. His groans of pain were endless.

He cried and raised his hands tremblingly. The datura flowers quickly climbed all over his bones like vines, spreading layer by layer to the tips of his fingers and finally submerging his facial features.

Two horns grew on his head, and his eyes were filled with violent rage that spread throughout his body, like a mandala blooming in a raging fire.

Bian Ba ​​suddenly rushed forward, and everyone thought he would chase the canoe, but he actually went straight for Danjin and Yueya.

It was obvious that he didn't care at all about the people and sheep being taken away by canoe. He was more concerned about Danjin and Yueya.

No, more importantly, it is Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng saw the man's hand reaching straight towards her, with layers of mandala flowers rolling towards Dan Jin, grabbing her hand tightly, trying to force her to let go.

But Dan Jin refused and just hugged Liu Sheng tightly.

But there were howling skulls climbing up Danjin's body along the layers of datura flowers.

She swung the whip violently, and the lightning-fast blow knocked the skull to the ground.

Yueya also pounced over quickly, and the cloak behind him suddenly opened. A red shadow who was kneeling behind him rushed out, crouched behind Bian Ba, and bit Bian Ba's neck fiercely with its mouth.

Bian Ba ​​wanted to dodge, but was tightly entangled by layers of golden tentacles that came from nowhere. His strength was severely drained and continuously flowed out of his body.

His body felt empty and his neck was bitten. His eyes widened and blood flowed from his lips. He could only whimper helplessly.

Mandragora wanted to catch the red shadow, but was whipped away layer by layer by the lightning whip.

I didn't expect that even with the amulet, I was still no match for the two women.

In his despair, a new head suddenly popped up from the wound on his neck, revealing a compassionate face like the phantom's, but wrinkled and no trace of divine mercy could be seen.

As soon as the head appeared, the red shadow retreated directly and returned to Yueya's back, lying closely behind her, with its hands and feet integrated into her spine.

At this moment, Yueya felt that she was complete.

And Bianba's appearance also changed completely.

The originally plain face now drooped lifelessly to the side, but a wrinkled head emerged from the neck, with eyes wide open, staring at the woman in front of him.

The canoe had already sailed away, and no one knew where it was going.

But the man in front of him didn't care at all.

The eyes on that face were fixed on Dan Jin. To be more precise, they were staring at Liu Sheng in Dan Jin's arms.

Liu Sheng looked at him and tilted his head slightly so that his face was level with the face that was pressed against his neck.

Then, calmly said hello:

"Hello, Master Baoquan."

Danjin and Yueya were surprised for a moment.

Unexpectedly, this Bianba - no, Bianba was already dead, and Master Baoquan was growing out of his body.

"That thing that is neither divine nor weird is you, right?" Liu Sheng said.

"That's right." The thing said slowly, "I have already revealed my true appearance, why don't you?"

Liu Sheng said: "That's just how I am."

"Really?" The other party didn't seem to believe it.

"Or what do you think I am?" Liu Sheng said softly.

"Heh," the shadow sneered, "You are filled with the aura that I hate the most..."

"Fetal God..."

The sound was extremely clear, as if it exploded in the silence.

The figures still in the dark also heard it and moved, their hearts filled with surprise, their eyes all turned to the little girl who seemed to be very smart.

"Hmm, but it doesn't seem to be..." The little head was still shaking slightly, as if thinking about something, "What are you?"

Liu Sheng raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly: "Why don't you let me go directly to your spirit temple and talk to you face to face? Borrowing the corpse of your disciple, this is not considered as a courtesy to guests, right?"

"Oh, that's true..."

"It's good that you want to come. Why did you refuse my invitation and make such a scene?"

Liu Sheng said coldly: "Because I don't like the way you invited me."

"Haha... what a little girl."

Then, the black fog rolled in.

At this moment, a temple with red walls and yellow tiles appeared a little way away from the yurt, and the scent of incense could be faintly smelled from a long distance away.

When the women on the grassland saw this temple, they couldn't help feeling flustered and subconsciously wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

However, their knees were unable to bend, as if some force was pulling them up and preventing them from falling.

"This... this is not what we believe in..."

Finally, someone realized something was wrong.

Once this awareness spreads, the truth about the temple will be revealed.

Although the temple seems to be far away in the horizon, it also seems to be right in front of you, and all the details are vivid.

The golden tiles melted, revealing the flesh and blood underneath, and the bright red walls were flowing with liquid, as if blood was constantly sliding down the walls, flowing all over the ground, dyeing every inch of the land red.

The temple was surrounded by an outer wall made of piles of white bones. A blood-red plaque was hung on the temple door with the words "Baoquan Ling Temple" written on it. The words were bright red, just like freshly dripped blood.

Further in, there was a long staircase with blood flowing on the stone steps, and above that was the temple.

Deep inside the temple, the smell of incense was very strong. The gilded prayer wheels were spinning rapidly in the wind, making tinkling sounds. It was dark inside and only a small figure could be seen kneeling in front, but it was no longer clear from further away.

The more she looked inside, the colder Yueya felt in her heart, and she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

Crescent Moon covered her heart with her hands, feeling two heartbeats in her chest.

She knew something was wrong, so she shouted, "Everyone, go back to your rooms, don't come out, wait for us to come back!"

All the shadows silently retreated into the darkness.

But all eyes still followed the two figures, following Bian Ba ​​as he walked step by step towards the temple.

Especially seeing the little baby in her arms.

I followed them until they finally walked into the temple gate and stepped onto the stone steps.

The black fog surged up again.

The temple was then surrounded by layers of black fog and slowly disappeared at the end of the vast grassland.