The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

"Glug, glug."

The crisp sound of swallowing was amplified infinitely in the vast and deathly silent hall.

Ye Honglian didn't even flinch, and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

Not a drop left.

Ye Honglian then turned the empty white porcelain bowl upside down and casually shook it.

The entire headquarters of the Netherworld Cult fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the red figure on the platform.

Those traitors, armed with swords, were so nervous that their palms were sweating profusely.

They swallowed hard, staring intently at Ye Honglian's seven orifices, waiting to see her suffer the gruesome sight of blood flowing from her seven orifices and her intestines bursting open.

The high priest stood at the very front, his withered old face now displaying an uncontrollable, savage grin of ecstasy.

His cloudy eyes were wide open, fixed intently on Ye Honglian's face.

Die... just die already!

The high priest roared madly in his heart.

This is the most vicious Miao deadly Gu in southern Xinjiang!

If even a single drop gets on the body, the Gu worm will multiply wildly and devour the internal organs completely!

He counted down silently in his mind.

three!

two!

One!

however.

Time passed second by second.

The imagined scene of Ye Honglian clutching her stomach, collapsing to the ground, rolling around, and screaming in agony did not happen.

Ye Honglian, still lounging lazily on the throne, remained on the high platform.

Her blood-red dress was spotless.

There wasn't a trace of pain or contortion on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Her rosy complexion was even better than before.

The high priest's sinister smile gradually froze and solidified.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, thinking he was hallucinating.

"This...how is this possible?"

The high priest's voice was trembling.

Just then.

"belch--"

A long, satisfying burp abruptly broke the deathly silence that had gripped the hall.

Ye Honglian touched her stomach rather inelegantly and casually wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

His posture was relaxed and leisurely, with a hint of lingering enjoyment.

The high priest was struck dumb, staggering back half a step as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"You...you're alright?!"

The high priest pointed at Ye Honglian, his withered fingers trembling violently, his voice shrill and cracking.

"That's from Miao territory..."

The high priest realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly swallowed the words "Deadly Gu," but the horror in his eyes was no longer concealed.

Ye Honglian sneered.

Not only was she fine, but she also felt that the bowl of water had moistened her dry throat.

She lowered her head slightly and made a chilling gesture.

"Pooh."

Ye Honglian parted her red lips slightly and spat out a small object from her mouth.

The little thing traced an arc in mid-air and landed with a "plop" on the bluestone slab at the high priest's feet.

The high priest looked closely, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

It was a shriveled, chewed-up worm shell!

The Southern Border Gu King that was originally supposed to be gnawing at Ye Honglian's heart meridian.

At this moment, only a half-digested wreck remains remain!

Ye Honglian glanced disdainfully at the dried husks on the ground and coldly mocked.

"With such low toxicity, you dare to flaunt it?"

"It tastes earthy and crunchy, but there's not enough salt. It's not even good enough to fill a gap between my teeth."

"High Priest, your recipe for holy water is no good either."

These words were like an invisible hammer blow, slamming hard onto the high priest's skull.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and a few blood vessels were visible at the corners of his eyes.

My worldview collapsed at that moment!

The deadly Gu he obtained, after squandering his entire fortune and spending half his life's effort, was treated like a crunchy little snack?!

The congregation in the main hall was also in an uproar, with gasps of shock rising and falling.

Those traitors who were originally preparing to force the emperor to abdicate, looked at the dried shells of the Gu worms on the ground, and their hands holding knives began to tremble.

They can even eat this deadly poison as a snack.

Is their cult leader a human or a demon?!

"No...impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The high priest shook his head frantically, his hair disheveled, and he was in a state of extreme madness.

"You must be a demon! What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

The high priest raised his skull staff, just about to order all the traitors to attack and hack Ye Honglian to death.

However, he didn't even have time to shout "Kill them!"

An unexpected change has occurred!

The cup of hot tea he just drank to soothe his throat.

The neuronal disruptor finally unleashed its full power at this moment!

The high priest felt as if a nerve deep in his brain had been severed.

An indescribable feeling of heat rushed to my head.

His hand, which was raised in mid-air, suddenly froze, and his eyes stared blankly.

Immediately afterwards, his muscles began to twitch violently.

"Uh...ah..."

The high priest emitted a strange, meaningless hiss from his throat.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

This was the high priest of the Netherworld Cult, who was usually aloof and spoke of benevolence and morality, representing the majesty of the gods.

My legs went weak.

With a "thump," it lay flat on the cold basalt ground.

The skull staff in his hand rolled to the side, but he made no attempt to pick it up.

Instead, he crawled on all fours like a real wild animal, taking two uneasy steps on the ground.

"High...High Priest? What's wrong?"

A black-clad hall master standing nearby was startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

As a result, the high priest turned his head away.

He opened his mouth, and a long, saliva-covered tongue dangled out and hung on his chin.

"Woof!"

A loud, clear, and penetrating bark.

It burst forth from the high priest's mouth without warning!

The hall master who went to help was so shocked by the dog's bark that he fell to the ground with a thud, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.

But all of this is just the beginning.

The high priest seemed to have completely lost his reason as a human being.

He was on all fours, panting heavily, saliva dripping from his drooping tongue onto the ground.

He turned around, presenting his backside to all the congregation in the main hall.

Then, directly in front of the solemn and awe-inspiring statue of the underworld deity in the very center of the main hall.

The high priest began to shake his buttocks wildly!

He shook his buttocks wildly while barking incessantly at the statue.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof woof!"

The dog's barking echoed throughout the entire hall, full of energy and carrying a hint of fervent flattery.

The entire congregation, including the traitors wielding swords.

They were all stunned.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone's brains went blank at that moment, and their values ​​were repeatedly crushed and rubbed into the ground.

A high priest, in front of a crowd, actually wagged his tail and barked like a dog before the idol?!

What kind of bizarre turn of events is this?!

However, the power of poison goes far beyond that.

After shaking his buttocks for a while, the high priest seemed to feel that it wasn't enough.

He used all four limbs to run wildly across the ground, heading straight for the thickest red lacquered dragon pillar in the center of the main hall.

He straightened up and grabbed the pillar tightly with his two withered arms.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gaze of hundreds of eyes in the audience.

The high priest was facing the pillar, making rhythmic, wild, and indescribable movements!

"Woof...woof..."

A pleasant, low humming sound came from his throat.

The high priest's elaborate and ornate robes billowed and swayed.

The visuals were so offensive they were appalling.

Su Zhen quickly covered Su Yaoyao's eyes and pulled out some cotton balls to plug her ears.

The main hall was deathly silent.

After a deathly silence, a chorus of gasps filled the air.

"Clang!"

It's unclear which traitor's hand slipped, but the steel knife in their hand fell directly to the ground.

That crisp sound seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The traitorous high-ranking officials and elite protectors on both sides of the main hall all looked ashen-faced.

The swords and knives in their hands, like red-hot irons, were thrown to the ground.

They watched as the high priest, clinging to a pillar, unleashed a flurry of attacks.

I felt a churning in my stomach, and my worldview was completely shattered into dust.

This is the high priest they follow, the one who claims to represent the will of the gods?!

That's clearly a mad old dog in heat!

Morale completely collapsed in that instant.

These scenes of social death are more humiliating and terrifying than simply killing them.

Who would dare to rebel with such a mad dog?

Even if the rebellion succeeds, are we supposed to kowtow and submit to a dog that's clinging to a pillar?!

The situation in the entire hall underwent a dramatic and earth-shattering reversal at that moment.

Just as the high priest was drooling and going mad while hugging the pillar.

Su Zhen, who had been standing beside Ye Honglian, wearing a gaudy silk robe, finally moved.

He calmly straightened his sleeves.

With unhurried steps, I walked to the edge of the platform.

He looked down at the mad dog below and the terrified traitors.

Su Zhen reached out, put his hand to his mouth, and cleared his throat forcefully.

"Cough cough."

The deep, authoritative voice drew the attention of everyone who was stunned.

Su Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, his face bearing a sacred expression of compassion for humanity.

"Everyone, did you all see clearly? This is the true divine punishment!"

Su Zhen's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable certainty.

"Just now, the gods themselves told me that the high priest is a wicked old man who has committed many evils and is deeply sinful."

"Therefore, the gods directly punished him, causing him to be possessed by a vicious dog!"