She was being hunted down, so she became a magical girl.

On the high platform, the ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.

The cult leader chanted obscure incantations, while the followers clenched their fists and placed them over their hearts, offering a solemn prayer.

Luo Ruoshan's heart was in his throat.

He knew now was the time for him to make a decision.

If he didn't want to be exposed, he could only do what other believers did: raise his hands, and for a short time he wouldn't be able to touch the glass beads in his pocket.

If he takes one last gamble and crushes the glass bead with all his might, he will inevitably be exposed and subjected to cruel torture.

What should we do?

Moreover... rationally speaking, crushing the glass bead wouldn't help.

No matter how powerful Sister Xu Ting is, can she rescue her sister from an entire group of Gift-Giving Cult believers?

Or maybe we should wait until the ceremony is over before sneaking out to tell Sister Xu Ting.

The scales in Luo Ruoshan's heart gradually tipped towards giving up.

Finally, he raised his hands and joined the believers in prayer.

As the prayers continued, the two devout believers were summoned to the high platform by the leader.

Each of them raised a torch and lit the braziers located on either side of the platform. Dull flames emerged from them, followed by billowing blue smoke.

Blue smoke quickly spread, enveloping the entire basement.

The cult leader looked at everything below the stage with satisfaction and took the ceremonial dagger from his palm.

The wound on his palm healed rapidly, as if an invisible spider was filling the hole in his palm with flesh and blood. In just three seconds, his palm was almost completely healed, leaving only a brand new scar.

"The Lord is very satisfied with this ceremony."

"He has given me a new gift in the palm of my hand, granting me the power to transcend life and death."

In the eyes of believers, the healing of the leader's palms was clearly a "miracle".

They worshipped these miracles and therefore deeply believed the second half of the leader's statement.

"My Lord, have you truly gained the ability to transcend life and death? When will you bestow your grace and bring my husband back?"

Luo Ruoshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because at that moment, it was his mother who squeezed to the front of the stage to ask the cult leader a question.

Since my father died suddenly while working overtime, my mother's mental state has become increasingly unstable.

She couldn't believe that a perfectly healthy person could suddenly die; she firmly believed that her husband's soul had only temporarily flown away and would return to her sooner or later.

So she began searching for a way to bring the dead back to life.

So she joined the Gift-Giving Cult, which Luo Ruoshan loathed.

For a vague and unrealistic fantasy, she ruined her entire family's lives. All the assets she had accumulated over half her life were donated, and her husband's three children were dragged into different hells by her.

The older sister was dragged into the hell of "reality." She had lost everything while fleeing and didn't know how she was managing to stay afloat.

He was dragged into the hell of his "mind," and he was unable to move forward because of his hesitation. He did not know which choice to make to find the light.

And the youngest sister...

"Yes, Your Excellency, when will you be able to call my father back?"

—She has completely fallen into the most terrifying hell.

The young girl looked up at the cult leader with longing. She had grown to the most beautiful age and had wanted to offer herself to the cult leader more than once, just like other young female believers.

But the cult leader rejected her every time because she had a huge scar on her face.

The scar that Luo Ruowei created before she fled.

The cult leader smiled kindly and gave the devout mother and daughter the answer they wanted to hear:

"Don't worry, your family has contributed a lot to the Lord. I will soon use the divine power bestowed by the Lord to resurrect your loved ones."

"Let his resurrection take place after today's wedding."

What? A wedding?

The woman on the high platform was her own sister; it was obvious who the bride was.

His head throbbed with pain, and a tremendous impulse surged within him. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Luo Ruoshan rushed to the front of the stage in a few strides:

"Who is my sister going to marry? Why didn't you tell me?"

The believers responsible for maintaining order immediately rushed forward to pull him away, but the cult leader waved them off, saying:

"Today is a joyous day for their family; let's give them space to celebrate together."

The mother looked gratefully at the cult leader, then gave Luo Ruoshan a relieved look:

"Ruoshan, I thought you were beyond redemption, but I didn't expect you to still come to the ceremony."

"Your sister must be so happy to know this. Our family is finally united."

"So, who do you plan to marry my sister to?"

Luo Ruoshan looked at the group of gangsters who had just entered the basement and asked incredulously:

"Are you going to marry your sister off to a gangster?"

"They're not just any gang, they're a very powerful gang," the sister explained.

"The other party is extremely powerful. They have many loyal subordinates, advanced cybernetic bodies, private mansions, and are also very skilled cybernetic hackers."

"That's a gang too!" Luo Ruoshan had barely uttered those words when a burning pain shot through his cheek.

When he came to his senses, he had been knocked to the ground by a gangster who had approached him at some unknown time.

it hurts.

My face hurts, my body hurts, and my head feels like there are bugs drilling into it.

This gang must have had prosthetics installed, otherwise there's no reason for them to have done it so quickly.

How...terrible.

The gangster glanced at him dismissively, without uttering a single insult.

The gangsters stepped over Luo Ruoshan on the ground, walked up to the platform, and whispered to the cult leader:

"What's wrong with you? You promised to arrange my brother's marriage, but you haven't even gotten the girl's family on board."

"Lost sheep always do foolish things," the cult leader muttered incoherently.

"Never mind, it's just to comfort my brother's spirit in heaven anyway. Finding a maid from that coffee shop is enough."

The gangster convinced himself, then muttered to himself:

"Brother Viper, you can go in peace."

"Broken Bone, I've fulfilled your last wish before you died. I've found you a maid at that shop to be your underground wife."

Although he said that, Po Gu's purpose for this trip was not so simple.

Arranging a ghost marriage for the viper was just a pretext; his real purpose was to get in touch with the Gift-Giving Cult.

After Viper died, the brothers in the same group were all vying for the vacant position, and Bonebreaker was just one of the competitors.

However, if he gains the support of the Gift-Giving Cult—Viper's biggest partner in life—then he will be close to success.

Because he was very close to the platform, Luo Ruoshan on the ground heard the entire conversation between the two.

And that's how I learned about my sister's fate.

My sister will die.

The traditional rites did not extend to allowing a living person to marry a dead person and then spare the living person's life.

Luo Ruoshan felt that he had lost all hope at this moment.

He originally thought that even if the Zengli Sect kidnapped his sister, they wouldn't show their fangs so quickly.

He originally thought he only needed to deal with a few believers and could steal his sister away when they weren't looking.

But now not only is the entire Gift-Giving Cult gathered here, but even the underworld has joined in. Even if Sister Xu Ting came, she definitely wouldn't be able to do anything...

"Since you have so many complaints about the Gift-Giving Cult, then hurry up and take action."

In his despair, he suddenly heard an order.

The command came from those red eyes.

He stood up mechanically, his pupils filled with nothingness.

Take out the glass bead, put it in your mouth, bite it, and throw away the remaining half.

The next moment, gunshots rang out from above, entering his ears as if by divine revelation.