Chapter 112 One God

The black hair on the ground turned into black mist, enveloping the entire altar, and the dried bloodstains in the ravines became bright red and sticky again.

A heavy stench of blood filled the air, the previous phantom of the girl vanished, the old and decaying aura faded away rapidly, and time seemed to flow backward.

A young girl lay naked on the altar, blood from her neck slowly trickling down the platform and into the ravines on the ground.

She was still breathing, her body convulsing in excruciating pain.

"Failed again...failed again...what went wrong...?"

An aged voice echoed in the hall.

On the wooden bed where bones had been lying, an old man exuding a putrid stench sat up.

He held the silk scroll, examining it repeatedly, muttering to himself, "Not enough...not enough..."

Under the light, his face was contorted and grotesque, and his voice was like the low moans of a demon.

……

An old man stood naked in front of the altar, while a young girl with a slightly protruding belly lay on the ground.

Holding a sharp blade, he didn't hesitate for a moment and brutally ripped open the girl's belly.

Like a ravenous beast, he reached out and ripped open the wound, pulling out a still-wriggling humanoid mass of flesh and blood.

"Human pills...human pills...hehe...hehe..."

The old man held the flesh and blood in his hands, his expression frantic.

The girl was awakened by excruciating pain, then fainted repeatedly, and finally died in excruciating agony.

Her blood gushed into the ravine, mingling with the blood of countless other girls before her.

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The old man was thin but incredibly strong. He lifted the corpse and threw it into the bronze cauldron, igniting a raging fire beneath it.

A muffled thud came from the cauldron; the corpse was being cooked alive.

Ding Xiangkui, who was watching from the side, was ashen-faced and felt nauseous.

Even though Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming had seen life and death before, they still felt nauseous at this moment.

The black mist continuously shifted its imagery: disembowelment, extraction of elixirs, skinning, dismantling bones, cooking corpses...

A series of bloody and cruel scenes flashed by rapidly.

This old man was no longer human, but a demon in human skin.

In his vain pursuit of immortality, he abandoned all humanity, resorting to methods so brutal as to be utterly appalling.

Countless girls' faces churned in the black mist, their mournful wails echoing through the hall—childish, hoarse, broken cries—mixed with heart-wrenching anguish and desperate sobs.

More sounds were drowned out by the pool of blood: the muffled groans of intestines being torn apart, the crisp cracking of bones breaking, and the desperate sobs of those who watched helplessly as they were slaughtered.

They seemed to be telling everyone present about their pain, sorrow, and resentment...

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But just then, an untimely chirping of birds suddenly rang out.

Even without seeing its shadow, one can sense a vibrant life force simply by hearing its voice.

The originally distorted and rising black mist suddenly stopped, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The dark and damp hall at the bottom of the well has disappeared, replaced by a sunny outdoor space.

The mountains are layered with verdant peaks, their summits shrouded in a light mist.

Beneath our feet lies lush green grass, dotted with wildflowers that sway gently in the breeze.

A babbling brook flows beside me, its water crystal clear. Pebbles gleam warmly in the sunlight, and a few small fish swim by, swishing their tails and shattering the shimmering surface.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the aroma of earth.

"Go take a look...go take a look..." Shen Qingzhou's voice rang in everyone's ears.

The scenery began to rush past, sweeping over verdant mountains and rushing rivers. We saw the rising sun painting the sky red, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreading across the earth, turning the clouds golden and red...

Then it swept past the bustling city during the day, with towering skyscrapers piercing the clouds, and streets teeming with traffic and pedestrians hurrying by.

Boats ply the river, their whistles echoing in the distance.

As night falls, the city lights blaze, neon signs flash, and the flow of cars weaves golden ribbons of light, creating a vibrant and bustling scene...

Seeing elderly people leisurely strolling in the square, chatting and laughing while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans...

Seeing children running and playing on the beach, chasing the waves barefoot, their laughter crisp and cheerful...

The world is still the same world, but it's brimming with vibrant life...

The scenery was still rushing by, the afterimages of mountains, cities, and the everyday life of people gradually fading away, eventually rising upwards and settling above the clouds, where the sunlight dyed the wispy clouds golden red...

And in that sea of ​​clouds, a deity sat cross-legged.

He was dressed in colorful robes, the sleeves of which shimmered with the light and shadow of the rising and setting sun and the rushing Milky Way, moving and rustling even without wind.

A bright sun hangs behind my head, its golden light dispelling all the gloom, yet it is not dazzling, only exuding a warm and majestic halo.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes filled with compassion. Who else could it be but Shen Qingzhou? At this moment, there was no trace of evil on his face, only a reassuring smile.

As Ding Xiangkui and the other two were bathed in golden light, a warm current rose from their hearts, and at the same time, an impulse to worship surged within them.

"Go see this world, go through reincarnation, go live another life..."

His voice was like a resounding bell, full of majesty and also a seductive power.

Not to mention the vengeful spirits, even Ding Xiangkui and the other two felt an urge to commit suicide and start over.

Then he stretched out his hand, and a flash of light appeared, revealing a massive portal...

The black mist in the hall gathered and transformed into young girls. The distortion and resentment on their faces gradually dissipated, and they returned to their original appearances...

Then, one by one, filled with hope, they went inside and disappeared.

As the last woman in a cheongsam was about to step inside, she suddenly stopped.

Ding Xiangkui and the other two were on tenterhooks, fearing something might happen.

This is a young woman with a fantastic figure, and she is also the third sister among the many wronged souls. She seems to be an educated and worldly person, and she is also the owner of that mirror...

But Shen Qingzhou showed little expression, simply looking at her with a calm demeanor.

"Thank you, sir, thank you..." she said.

Then he bowed deeply to Shen Qingzhou before stepping inside without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, all illusions receded like the tide.

Shen Qingzhou's solemn expression could no longer be maintained, and he collapsed to the ground, his giant swing drooping listlessly.

"Mr. Shen, how are you?"

Ding Xiangkui and the other two quickly surrounded her, and even Ding Xiangkui did not shy away from Shen Qingzhou's completely naked body.

"I'm fine, I just don't have much strength."

Shen Qingzhou said breathlessly, his whole body covered in sweat, looking very tired.

Ding Xiangkui and the other two breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but they were not quite convinced that Shen Qingzhou had no strength at all. After all, he had a history of lying to them that he had no more incense offerings, only to turn around and pull out a whole bunch of them.

"Could you light a cigarette for me? It's in my pants pocket," Shen Qingzhou said wearily.

"Oh, okay." Zhao Changming quickly turned around, preparing to grab the clothes on the steps.

But at that moment, Ding Xiangkui said, "I'll do it."

Then, without hesitation, he walked over and took out cigarettes and a lighter from Shen Qingzhou's pocket.

He pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a puff, and after it was completely lit, he put it into Shen Qingzhou's mouth.

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming stared wide-eyed in astonishment at this scene.

After being glared at by Ding Xiangkui, Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming quickly looked away.

"Is it clean? Could there be viruses?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"Don't worry, I'm very clean." Ding Xiangkui didn't pay any attention to Shen Qingzhou's words, and even chuckled.

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Ma Chenggang asked, "Mr. Shen, are you... are you a deity?"

"Of course not, they just need a god," Shen Qingzhou said, taking a drag on his cigarette, his strength slightly restored.

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming were somewhat confused upon hearing this, but the perceptive Ding Xiangkui understood immediately.

These girls don't actually want hope; they want a god who can save them.

Ma Chenggang wanted to say something, but Ding Xiangkui glared at him and shut up.

But she herself said, "Mr. Shen, are you able to move? Could you please put on some clothes first, so you don't catch a cold?"

"No, let me think about it a bit longer."

"Then let me help you put it on, you don't mind, do you?" She asked, but her hands were already moving.

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming wisely turned their heads away and stopped looking in their direction.

"Mr. Shen."

"What are you doing?"

Actually, my surname isn't Ding.

"I know……"

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