Chapter 96 A fruitful journey

"It seems that the lost pigeons and kittens have left the gift box."

Bishop Oshan spoke gently, his old face was full of tenderness at the moment, like a grandfather watching his grandchildren playing and fighting. He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, watching through the large glass of the captain's room a white speedboat carrying three people sailing away quickly.

Guan Yue Xiangyu, who looked rather embarrassed, stood beside him, his white uniform stained with blood. He bowed and said, "Your Excellency the Bishop, I have obtained the work card of the room manager. Please take a look at it."

He raised his hands above his head and respectfully presented his work card.

Bishop Okuyama did not intend to inquire about how he obtained the work card. He did not look at Guanyue Xiangyu, and said calmly, "You almost ruined our plan, Guanyue."

Hearing this, Guan Yue Xiangyu trembled with fear, bent down even more, and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, Bishop, it's because Tsuchiya lost the necklace you gave me, so I... I'm really sorry..."

Bishop Okuyama finally gave Guanyue a look, "He lost the necklace, so he should be punished, but you shouldn't be the one to do it, understand?"

Seeing that Guanyue was frightened like a quail, he looked away and asked, "How is the situation with Father Kurokawa?"

Guanyue Xiangyu lowered his head, "It's been solved. He is an undercover sent by the FBI. His real name is Akai Shuichi. I found that he was carrying a satellite phone. He may have contacted the FBI before... The FBI is likely on standby at the shore."

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "My Lord Bishop, should we start the summoning ceremony in advance?"

Bishop Okuyama narrowed his eyes and looked at the coast. "There are still 40 minutes of sailing time. Is Odagiri ready?"

First Mate Fukuyama bowed and replied, "Your Excellency the Bishop, Odagiri is in place. I handed the chef's card to her. Except for the captain's card that fell into the sea, the remaining five are in our hands. It is not impossible to start the ceremony in advance."

Bishop Oshan then relaxed his expression, "Yes, you did a good job. As for your moon watching..."

Guan Yue Xiangyu, who was called, trembled with fear, "Yes, Bishop."

Bishop Oshan reached out his hand and gently patted him on the shoulder. "If you hadn't escaped from the room, do you know what would have happened?"

Guan Yue replied tremblingly: "Yes, yes, I, I know, please forgive me..."

"I will complete my mission, please...please give me another chance..."

When Bishop Oshan was expressionless, his old face looked particularly terrifying. But after he felt the trembling of his men, he smiled gently, which diluted his terror and made him look unusually kind.

He smiled gently and said, "When have I not given you a chance, Guanyue? Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and I am no exception."

"I just care too much about this summoning ceremony. It would be difficult to gather such a perfect sacrifice even in a hundred years. This is our best chance to awaken the Spirit God. The Spirit God has sacrificed too much for us... We must awaken Him in order to change this world."

"Of course, Bishop. After all, there is no better opportunity to gather so many wealthy people than this time. Their sins are deeper and they deserve to be purified. The secular people are too miserable, and the road to the spiritual gods should not be so difficult." First Mate Fukuyama agreed. He put his hand on the rudder and began to turn the cruise ship in a big way. "Bishop, everything is ready."

Bishop Oshan nodded, "Very good, then, let the ceremony begin.

After that, he held the cross coffin necklace, clasped his hands together, knelt on his knees, bowed and prayed devoutly, "Selfless and loving Spirit God, I offer you a sacrifice here, please guide the soul of the ignorant and let it go to your side."

As he prayed, a dark and strange mist rose from the bottom of his feet, carrying a strong smell of decay and blood, which was disgusting. Black mucus began to flow from his right eye, and the mucus was like sulfuric acid, quickly corroding his right face, and one could even hear the sound of skin corroding and burning.

The skin on his face began to peel off, revealing the bright red flesh and blood, until his bones were exposed. Despite such horrific torture, he did not feel any pain at all, and only kept murmuring.

The slime quickly corroded the right side of his face. In the empty eye socket, the eyeball had disappeared, leaving only a round black stone suspended in the air. The slime dripped down the skeleton onto the ground, even creating holes in the marble floor.

Bishop Oshan was like a dry branch with blood sucked out of it. The strange stone in the place where his right eye should have been was getting bigger and bigger, and the spider-web-like cracks expanded from his eye socket to his neck.

His prayers became slower and slower, more and more laborious, he gradually bent down, and crawled on the floor. His voice was like a broken drum without tension, or a radio in a dilapidated amusement park, hoarse and gray.

This prayer seemed to have taken away his already limited vitality. But he was still alive. Half of his lips were gone, and his entire face was like a melted wax figure, but that couldn't stop him from praying.

First Mate Fukuyama watched without any joy or sadness. He took out his cherished necklace from his pocket and put it on. He raised the pendant, stroked the rose on it, and smiled quietly. He murmured, "Soon, everyone will be happy."

Guan Yue Xiangyu crawled to the ground and buried his head in his arms. He kept mumbling something, but no one paid attention to him at this moment.

Soon, as Bishop Okuyama prayed, the badge on the table that First Officer Fukuyama placed began to burn violently. A series of loud screams and alarms were heard on the ship. The piercing sound made Guan Yue Xiangyu look up, and First Officer Fukuyama only glanced at the control console and saw that the red fire alarm sign basically covered the entire ship.

He also knelt beside Bishop Oshan, "Spirit of selfless love, I offer you a sacrifice here, please guide the souls of the ignorant and let them go to you."

Guan Yue Xiangyu also clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed along.

"First mate, first mate, it's bad. Many passengers on the ship have caught fire...many people have died..."

A crew member rushed in in a panic, his sleeves were scorched by the flames, and the skin on his arms was burned black. He held onto the door frame of the captain's room, gasping for breath, but when he looked up and saw the strange scene in the captain's room, he took two steps back in fear, "What...what's going on..."

Guanyue Xiangyu, who was closest to the door, did not hesitate. He rushed forward and decisively cut the man's throat with a knife.

"Woo... Gah..." The poor crewman covered his neck which was bleeding. He could only whimper twice before he fell down heavily with an unwilling look in his eyes.

"It seems that the badges that have been issued have already begun the purification ceremony." First Mate Fukuyama stood up, walked to the captain's seat, and entered the captain's instructions at the console, "It's time to close all the safety doors."

Once all the safety doors are closed, the ship will become a crematorium until the flames purify them all. This is why they must collect all the work cards. Now, all the work cards are in their hands, and no one can stop their ceremony.

A safety door is only a safety door when there is no one inside. If it is full of people, it is like an oven and crematorium.

As soon as First Mate Fushan closed the emergency door, he heard a series of screams from downstairs. Then, an electronic sound came from the console, "Beep, start the emergency automatic fire extinguishing procedure. Warning, there are currently 226 fires on the ship, warning, there are currently 263 fires on the ship, warning..."

As the numbers in the electronic voice got bigger and bigger, First Mate Fukuyama's smile got bigger and bigger. "Very good, now we just have to wait for the last step, and the sacrificial ceremony will be completed."

As First Officer Fukuyama spoke, the automatic fire sprinkler installed in the captain's room suddenly started working. Guan Yue was caught off guard and was sprayed in the face. He had no choice but to reach out and wipe his face. It was a mixture of water and oil, with the unique smell of gasoline.

It is clearly an automatic fire sprinkler, but what it sprays is not the life-saving water that brings hope to people, but a water-oil mixture that brings despair.

It is like adding new firewood to the people in the oven. The flowing water will carry gasoline and gradually spread to every oven. All the ground, all the walls, and all the objects will become the best fuel.

Any tiny bit of fire would cause the entire oven to burst into flames instantly. Even if they were lucky and there was nothing burning in the oven, the electrical room where Odagiri was would be pressurized and all the light bulbs would overheat and explode.

Therefore, it was impossible for everyone on the Victory to escape, and they could only hope that death would come as soon as possible.

But it doesn’t matter, the spirits will resurrect everyone. Then, no one will encounter misfortune again, and no one will lose their loved ones again.

Everyone can live a happy and joyful life under the protection of the spirit.

First Mate Fukuyama smiled and closed his eyes. As the fire spread along the hull, he naturally had nowhere to run, but so what?

Everyone will go to the world of the spiritual god. His parents have already gone to the spiritual god, and he is just going there now.

When he arrived in front of the spirit god, he was finally able to say sorry to his parents. If he hadn't insisted on going to the amusement park, his parents might not have been burned to death in front of him.

Even though the kind-hearted person covered his eyes and ears at that time, he could still hear his parents' painful cries, he could see their distorted faces, and he could smell the suffocating bitterness in the air.

That smell has been surrounding him since the car accident that day. It is a nightmare he can never get rid of.

After the disaster, no one was willing to adopt this mentally ill child, and only the Fire Spirit Cult was willing to take care of him. And, most importantly, Bishop Oshan told him that his parents had just gone to the Spirit God first. It didn't matter, as long as they died in the flames, everyone could reach the new world of their dreams.

There is no suffering, no sorrow, no separation in the new world. There is only endless laughter and joy. You can live with the one you love forever.

He firmly believes this.

Because he had no choice but to believe.

First Mate Fukuyama closed his eyes with a smile. Soon, he would be reunited with his parents.

"Boom boom boom"

The strange knock on the door broke his fantasy.

First Mate Fukuyama looked back in surprise, wanting to see who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you at this time, but can I ask you a question?"

"Who is the spirit god you are talking about?"

Kazukage Yayoi stood at the door of the captain's room with a smile, holding a red deerskin book in his hand. "I've read it, and the teachings are very well written. A benevolent god who is willing to sacrifice himself, even putting himself into a deep sleep in order to save the world, is very consistent with human imagination of gods."

"So, I want to ask, aren't you holding a summoning ceremony? Where is this spirit god?"

The sudden appearance of an unexpected person made First Mate Fukuyama's pupils shrink. "How did you..."

Kazukage Yayoi closed the Fire Spirit Cult's doctrine book and smiled gently, "How do you want to know if I found out that there's something wrong with you? It's very simple. Detective Maori couldn't have suddenly suspected Captain Mori. After all, he didn't have any intelligence sources. So someone must have reported Captain Mori to Detective Maori."

"And no matter how stupid Captain Mori is, he wouldn't leave a bloody murder weapon in his room. Even if he is really that stupid, he should have remembered when he saw you holding the toolbox instead of realizing something was wrong after you opened it."

"So, Captain Mori had already dealt with the blood on the murder weapon, but someone fabricated this evidence."

"Then this person can only be you who came here with the toolbox."

"Whether Captain Mori is dead or imprisoned, according to regulations, it is the first officer's turn to obtain the highest authority. Since you are so anxious that you are even willing to forge evidence to deal with Captain Mori, it proves that you need to obtain the highest authority during this voyage."

"Then, isn't it obvious that you are the biggest undercover agent of the Fire Spirit Cult on the ship?"

Kazukage Yayoi walked over and leaned over to look at First Mate Fukuyama's necklace. "You guys really like wearing this necklace, so I always feel that it looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere."

He turned around and placed the book on the table, gently stroking the patterns on the book with his hands. "Now that your ceremony has been completed, can you tell me what kind of god this spiritual god is? Can I see Him?"

First Mate Fukuyama did not feel nervous about being exposed. Instead, he said with a smile, "Of course, as long as we die, we will return to the spirit god, and the same goes for you."

"……Yeah?"

He Jing Yayoi walked slowly to Bishop Okuyama and reached out to touch his right eye socket. Bishop Okuyama had lost half of his face, but he was still strangely alive. He turned his left eyeball and stared at He Jing Yayoi blankly.

Kazukage Yayoi healed his wounds and asked softly, "Are you Bishop Okuyama?"

Bishop Okuyama did not reply, but just looked straight at Kazukage Yayoi.

After a moment, he slowly reached out his hand, grabbed the hem of Kazukage Yayoi's clothes, and asked tremblingly:

"Endo Shinzo, did he really succeed in summoning you?"

"Lord Spiritual God?"

He Jing Yasheng gently helped him up, "So, I asked you, who is the spirit god you mentioned?"

Bishop Oshan was so excited that his whole body was shaking. "I, I'm sorry, I don't know your divine name. I thought you were the god in charge of souls, so I called you the Spirit God without authorization."

"What should I call you?"

He Jing Yayoi gently held Bishop Okuyama's hand. He looked at him with compassion and said, "It's okay. I don't have a divine name. You can just call me the Spirit God."

"Thank you very much for waking me up from my deep sleep, my dear believer. I have slept in the darkness for too long and have lost many memories and abilities. But I can feel the strong desire in your heart at this moment. What do you want me to do? I am willing to fulfill your wish."

Bishop Okuyama excitedly grabbed Kazukage Yayoi's hand and said, "Lord Spirit God! I hope, I hope you can take back your authority and open up a new world for us. The sins in this world are too great, too many, I hope you can create a new world!"

"Authority..." He Jing Yasheng was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Are you talking about the right eye I gave you?"

"Yes, yes!" Bishop Oshan took the black stone from his right eye socket and held it in his palm. "It was you who gave me this thing that allowed me to come back to life. Now please take back your authority and create a new world for everyone!"

As the black stone left Bishop Okuyama's body, He Jing Yayoi could feel a strong attraction coming from the stone. Just like Elizabeth at the beginning, the stone in front of him was indeed a part of his body that he had lost.

The suction was so strong that he didn't even have any desire to resist. Perhaps he should take back the stone, which was an important part of his body and contained his lost authority. As long as he took it back, he could become the master of this world. That was what he had always dreamed of, wasn't it?

No, he doesn't...

No, he wanted to get the stone back.

Yes, he wants to do that.

"I understand." He Jing Yasheng stared at the stone, his eyes gradually drifting away, and he murmured softly: "I will do it. This is what I should do, yes..."

Bishop Okuyama could feel the stone in his hand trembling, as if he had finally gotten what he wanted. He excitedly handed the stone forward, and when he was about to touch Jing Yayoi, a hand suddenly appeared, and the man snatched the stone, then broke through the glass without hesitation and jumped straight out.

This is the twelfth floor! ?

"W-what?"

Bishop Oshan looked at his empty palms in astonishment.

"I'm sorry, it seems I can't fulfill your wish." He Jing Yayoi took a step forward, and a huge black sickle appeared in his hand. "Then, please go to die first."