You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 161 This might be a test from God

“The mural depicts the legendary story of the Deer Horn Immortal.

There was a king who neglected state affairs, causing the country to suffer from drought.

Later, with the advice of the priest, the king found the Deer Horn Immortal who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Finally, with the help of the immortals, the country was saved.

This story reflects the great power of the gods in the white elephant myth, as well as the wisdom and courage of human beings. "

“And this mural in front of us tells the legend of the flood.

Manu, the ancestor of mankind, was told that a great flood was coming, and by raising fish, he was able to escape by riding on the fish.

Finally, after austerities and divine help, Manu and his descendants survived and eventually reproduced. "

“I can recognize the stories of all the murals here at a glance.

Humph, you bunch of lowly people might as well go home and think about what to eat tomorrow morning."

The rich boy folded his hands across his chest.

With his chin raised high, he looked at the group of children of the same age as himself.
The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a group of low-class pigs and dogs.

The disdain in his eyes was written directly on his face.

Let others see it clearly.

Other children were either afraid or angry but dared not speak out.

Others have their minds set elsewhere.

They were all doing their own thing and no one paid any attention to this rich kid.

In front of them stood three huge statues of gods that were more than ten meters high. The children naturally recognized them because they were the three most respected gods of the White Elephant Empire.

One of them even lost both arms, but he still exuded a noble and great aura as he stood there.

"Why are the paintings of gods on the walls starting to melt?" a child suddenly asked.

Then, the silence around was completely broken by an ominous surge.

The wall seemed to come alive, and dark red liquid oozed out from the cracks. It was not an ordinary liquid.

But the blood was so thick that it almost solidified, and it gurgled.

It was like the breath from the abyss of hell, with a suffocating stench and indescribable horror.

These blood waters climb greedily, wherever they pass,
The murals, which were originally colorful and shining with divine glory, seemed to have encountered the most vicious curse.
The colors faded quickly, and the creatures and scenery in the picture were corroded by the blood.
Like ice and snow under the scorching sun, it melts quickly until there is no trace left.

The gods in the murals, those images that were once compassionate and radiant,

But at this moment it is undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

Their faces gradually became distorted by the blood.

The gentleness and wisdom in his eyes were replaced by madness and violence.

A heart-pounding sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned from a high and mighty guardian into a bloodthirsty demon.

The originally nimble bodies of the mythical beasts became distorted, with wisps of black air leaking out from between their scales and hair.

They are no longer symbols of protection and peace, but have become messengers of darkness and fear, with a desire for living life flashing in their eyes.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the cold air seemed to penetrate the bone marrow.
The children's breathing became rapid and trembling, and their faces were filled with fear and despair.
The tiny bodies shivered in the cold wind, and they cuddled together but could not find any warmth at all.

The candlelight around them swayed more violently in the cold wind, and the light and shadow intertwined.
It seemed as if countless shadows were dancing, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were peering in the darkness, waiting for their next prey.

“Ahhh! Help…Help…”

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night sky.

That was a child who, after witnessing unimaginable horror, cried out in despair out of instinctive fear.

This sound was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing panic among everyone in the hall.
They screamed and pushed, trying to escape this cursed place.

In this chaos, an even more horrifying scene appeared. Vishnu, one of the three gods, who should be revered by all people,
But at this moment, he appeared in front of everyone in a distorted and terrifying posture.

His arms were nowhere to be found, leaving only his empty sleeves swaying in the wind.

In his mouth, he held a struggling child.

Those eyes that were once full of wisdom and compassion were now empty, filled with only a primitive desire for food.

Vishnu chewed with big mouthfuls, and the sound of blood and minced meat echoed in the hall.

Every chew seemed to be knocking on the heart of everyone present, announcing the ruthlessness and cruelty of this disaster.

This was completely different from the image of a majestic and holy being, like a living god, that appeared when it descended on the border town of the White Elephant Empire.

There is only endless tyranny and cruelty.

"This... this is clearly an evil spirit, not the Three-phase God at all!"

"Open the door quickly, let us out, mom and dad please come and save me, there are evil spirits here, I'm so scared!"

"Why can't I open this door? This door is too heavy. Come on, everyone, help push it!"

The children all crowded at the gate of the temple.
I tried like crazy to push open that extremely heavy door.
However, the weight of these two doors was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on their heads.

"Don't panic, this might be a test from the gods.
When we encounter horrific things, can we remain calm and have courage?
Otherwise, how can we become sons and servants of God?"

The rich young man still stood there with his hands folded across his chest, motionless.

Although I was a little flustered when the vision first appeared,

But soon the rich kid came to his senses and became calm and composed again.

Swish it!
Vishnu's movements are like the force of thunder.

He waved his palm-leaf fan-like hand suddenly, just like casting an invisible net.

Instantly, he grasped the rich kid tightly in his hand.

There was no room for him to struggle.

The eyes of the rich kid were filled with disbelief and extreme fear.
Those eyes that once sparkled with pride and confidence now only contained an abyss of despair.

He struggled desperately, but in vain.
He could only watch as he was slowly lifted up by the Supreme God of the White Elephant Empire, whom he once admired so much.

Vishnu's face looked particularly eerie in the dim light.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an extremely cold smile.
It is a naked contempt for life and a greedy satisfaction.

As he opened his bloody mouth that seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world, the screams of the rich kid stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was the horrifying sound of a head being torn apart.
It was as if the most cruel nightmare was played out in reality.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining Vishnu's mouth and clothes red.
It also splashed all over the terrified faces around.

He held the body of the rich boy upside down, as if he was showing off a trophy, and the blood gushed out.

Like a rushing red river, it was greedily sucked into Vishnu's bloody mouth.

Every swallow is accompanied by a gulp sound.
That is the tragic wail of life being ruthlessly plundered.
It echoed in every corner of the hall, making people feel cold in their hearts.

It is worth noting that the hand that tightly grasped the rich kid's hand had an extremely strange shape.

The surface of the skin was uneven, obviously a new deformity that had grown out of the recent large-scale devouring of children.

With the loss of another innocent life, this arm is nourished.
Gradually regaining some of its former integrity and strength,
It exudes a creepy, morbid vitality.

Screams, the strong smell of blood, and the unspeakable deep fear,

Intertwined with each other, forming an extremely powerful negative energy.
The entire hall was shrouded in dark clouds.

The candle flickered more violently.

Even they felt this suffocating and terrifying atmosphere, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

[Thanks to the boss [情难] for the 588 book coins reward, thanks to the boss Dianbai第一帅仔 for the 100 book coins reward, thanks to the two gods for the reward, I wish the two gods have happy events every day and be in good spirits!!!]

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