Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Mo Shiyu was captured

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The team walked around in circles and down a sloping slope. After a few minutes, the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

Mo Shiyu had no idea that there was such a building underground in Yokohama.

This is a huge, dilapidated temple, covering an extremely vast area, like the remains of an ancient civilization. With Mo Shiyu's eyesight, he cannot even reach the edge of his head.

Above his head and all around him were tree roots that looked like giant pythons, growing out of the soil and cracks in the rocks. The roots were covered with strange tumors. The roots occupied the entire space and climbed up the outer wall of the temple. From a distance, all one could see were densely packed tumors, and the scene was extremely creepy.

Some tree roots have tender green branches growing out of the tumors. The branches hang down, and the lush green gives people a strange sense of vitality.

In addition to this team, there were also teams that continued to flow in from other entrances and gathered together. Some teams were transporting humans, and some teams were transporting the carts of exploded flesh and blood that Mo Shiyu had seen before.

A rough estimate shows that there are more than a hundred of them.

They left the humans alone in a circle of white silk not far away, while the flesh and blood was pushed onto the altar in front of the temple in carts and poured into the square grooves around the altar.

As soon as they entered here, the three of them found an opportunity to leave the crowd and hid behind the tree roots.

"With tree roots, it should be close to the ground." Zhu Fu Jingguang observed the surroundings and said softly, "But this nest can't be judged by common sense. This place may not be the closest to the ground."

"More than that," Dazai Osamu said, "perhaps there is no entrance to the outside world at all."

Mo Shiyu was stunned, "Why do you say that?"

Dazai Osamu looked at him and explained, "The people who disappeared in Yokohama were all on the busy streets. They just turned around and disappeared on the spot. This is not something that can be done by human power alone."

Mo Shiyu quickly reacted, "Teleportation-related abilities?"

"It should be a similar ability, but not a supernatural power." Dazai Osamu winked at him, "After all, I was also infected."

"In addition to superpowers, this world also has various other abilities, such as the ancient Italian flame heritage, descendants of the magic dragon, prophetic witches, etc. These are not superpowers."

"Think about it, if there was a way to capture prey like this, the Moth People wouldn't even need to go out," Dazai Osamu said. "That's why it took the Yokohama forces so long to catch them."

Mo Shiyu paused and had to admit that Dazai's statement made a lot of sense.

But if this is a nest that can only be entered but not exited, they want to get out...

"Is that why you came here?"

Mo Shiyu found that his stupid brain lagged behind Dazai Osamu by several beats. Only now did he understand the logic of their actions. "Are we looking for the moth man with the ability to teleport?"

Dazai Osamu narrowed his elegant mandarin-colored eyes, "Yes, and also..."

He raised the corners of his lips and said, "I want to see what they are doing, too."

***

The moth people poured cartloads of flesh and blood into the square grooves. The grooves were gradually filled up, and the strong smell of blood and sour odor filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

But those moth people seemed to be enjoying it very much. They would sniff the flesh and blood from time to time, their eyes flashing green, and they looked like they were drooling but forcing themselves to endure.

Most of the mute moth-people have low IQs, but they are willing to suppress their appetite and contribute food willingly.

A primary social system has obviously been formed here.

"This groove..." Mo Shiyu looked at the altar, and it looked more and more familiar, and suddenly he remembered.

In the semicircular acupoint where he first stayed, there were similar grooves surrounding the cocoon.

If he hadn't escaped, would the grooves around his cocoon also be filled with this flesh and blood?

Is it for him to eat after he breaks out of the cocoon?

"..." Mo Shiyu suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

Just imagining it made his stomach wrinkle with nausea.

Zhu Fujingguang noticed his discomfort and patted his back soothingly, "Don't be afraid."

Dazai Osamu watched this scene, his eyes moved slightly, and he whispered, "So the killers of the port/mafia also care about others?"

Mo Shiyu paused, turned his head, and looked at the two of them with constricted pupils.

"..." Zhu Fujingguang lowered his eyelashes, his gray-blue eyes were cold, "Mr. Dazai, there is no need to test us. We are now grasshoppers on the same rope, that's all."

"So that's how it is." Dazai Osamu's tone seemed to be somewhat sarcastic for some reason, "What a terrible grasshopper combination."

“…”

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes silently, with a storm in his heart.

What is this?

The organization that Zhu Fujingguang was undercover in was not an organization, but a port/mafia?

It deviated from the original work, and all the characters and the entire animation became a mess.

Wait, if that’s the case, will Jingguang repeat his original fate and commit suicide due to exposure?

Mo Shiyu quickly denied this.

The Port/Mafia is different from the organization, Jingguang's fate has changed.

Is it because before he went undercover, he encountered the case involving supernatural powers by the vest?

Mo Shiyu felt a little strange and complicated.

He has been thinking about how he can rescue Zhu Fujingguang from the organization since he cannot interfere with the original plot.

But he didn't expect that one of his past actions had actually changed Jingguang's fate of death like the flapping of a butterfly's wings.

As a time traveler, he was still of some use.

***

The flesh and blood were quickly poured out, and the groove was filled seamlessly.

What surprised Mo Shiyu was that the priest mentioned by the moth people was actually an extremely beautiful man, unlike their ugly appearance.

He has long, dark green, satin-like hair, pointed ears, and thin, dark green wings on his back. His facial features are so delicate that he looks like an elf CG in a game. He is surrounded by moth people like a star.

The priest was wrapped in an ancient robe. He inserted the scepter made of tree roots into the groove and carefully moved every piece of flesh. He was extremely serious, as if he wanted to use a magnifying glass to check it.

The rest of the Moth People were now gathered in front of the temple, forming a semi-circle, watching the priest with nervous expressions.

The priest finally nodded and said, "The quality of the sacrifice is very good. This time, the gods will surely have mercy on us."

The moth people seemed to be encouraged by something and cheered like sharp whistles, which made Mo Shiyu's eardrums hurt.

The priest had pointed ears, presumably good hearing, but he remained calm as he waited for the cheers to die down. He then announced, "Although [the person] has escaped, we cannot delay."

"The ceremony will begin immediately."

The moth people whispered to each other, rushed down quickly, pulled apart the white silk surrounding the humans, and carefully pulled out three confused humans.

Mo Shiyu discovered that the people they chose, regardless of gender, had one thing in common: they all had good looks.

These people were brought to the altar, forced to kneel on the ground, grabbed their hair and raised their heads, revealing confused and pale faces.

The priest straightened his clothes, then danced a strange dance around the three people, chanting in a low voice like a song:

"The Lord of Misfortunes and Desires,

The omniscient title page,

The great mother of all things."

"Your loyal and humble followers, please grant us the power to expand our faith."

What cult scene?

Just as this thought came to mind, Mo Shiyu suddenly discovered—

At some point, the surrounding tree roots seemed to come alive.

The priest cut off the tumors on several tree roots that stretched out, pinched the chins of the three people with his white jade hands, forced them to open their mouths, and then dripped the juice squeezed out of the tumors into the mouths of the three people.

The three confused men immediately fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Several tiny babies grew out of and then crawled into their mouths and noses.

Antennae grew on their foreheads, their ears became pointed, gorgeous patterns appeared on their limbs, and butterfly wings grew on their backs.

Their eyes gradually changed, becoming fanatical and pious. They flapped their wings, crawled to the edge of the groove on their own initiative, lowered their heads and began to swallow in big gulps.

With the sound of "gulp gulp" as the food went down the stomach, the flesh and blood in the groove decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The more they swallowed, the more conspicuous and bright the patterns on their bodies became, their hair became thicker and smooth, growing all the way to their ankles, and their facial features became more charming and seductive, so beautiful that they didn't seem human.

The surrounding tree roots were stirring as if they were excitedly praising something.

The moth man seemed to be encouraged and began to twist his limbs, but he was careful not to make any sharp noises, as if he was afraid of disturbing the scene.

"Being parasitized..."

Mo Shiyu murmured something, then covered his mouth. Unable to hold it in any longer, he lowered his head and began to dry heave.

This kind of parasitism should not be an easy task. The moth people did not finally pluck up their courage and pull out more humans from behind the white silk until the three mutations were completed.

Zhu Fujingguang beside him moved slightly, his expression was terribly cold. He couldn't even hide the anxiety in his brows in time, and was noticed by Dazai Osamu.

"Don't be impulsive, we can't defeat more than a hundred moth people." Dazai Osamu said softly.

Mo Shiyu turned his head away, covered his mouth, and whispered hoarsely, "I've had enough."

The lurking police officer finally lowered his eyes in silence.

At this moment, a loud baby cry suddenly came from beside them. The three of them were startled and looked over there.

Not far away from Mo Shiyu, there was a broken tree root.

The tree root must have been broken for some time. Unlike other tree roots, it was withered and yellow in color, and the broken end was wet. A crying, skinny baby struggled to crawl out from it, covered in juice, and crawled towards Mo Shiyu.

It seemed to have been crawling for a long time, and no one knew how it managed to do so with its atrophied limbs. Its willpower should not be underestimated.

“…”

Mo Shiyu looked like he wanted to go crazy.

No one except Dazai Osamu could touch the baby, but it was too late.

The three of them suddenly looked towards the altar, only to see the priest with long dark green hair slowly turn his head 90 degrees, his beautiful eyes with curled eyelashes staring straight at them.

"Hurry up!" Dazai Osamu shouted, and ran towards the entrance first.

Mo Shiyu's ankle was injured, and he staggered as soon as he stood up. Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up Mo Shiyu by the waist, threw him on his shoulder, and ran away with him on his back.

Mo Shiyu felt dizzy for a few seconds before he fell headfirst onto Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulder: "..."

Almost immediately, he could hear the buzzing of insect wings. When Mo Shiyu looked up, he saw the beautiful face of the priestess almost touching his.

"Don't run around." The priest raised his hand and grabbed him. "Come to me."

Mo Shiyu had already thrown away his bayonet and had no weapon at hand, so he picked up his watch and threw it at the priest. The priest flapped his wings, dodged nimbly, and caught up with him at a faster speed.

"Zhu Fujun—" Mo Shiyu turned around and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, not caring about his embarrassing appearance at the moment, and shouted, "Put me down, or we will all die!"

Zhu Fujingguang: "Impossible! I promised—"

Mo Shiyu collapsed and said, "Ah?!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang really didn't have the energy to continue speaking, so he shut up and continued running.

As expected of a man who could resist a sniper rifle, the thin Jing Guang’s face flushed red, but he managed to hold on and not fall down.

He even adjusted his angle flexibly and turned just before hitting the hard tree roots, almost causing the priest to bump into them.

The priest with long dark green hair failed to catch them several times, and when he saw them about to escape from the entrance, he suddenly stopped.

Mo Shiyu suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second, the tree roots beside them suddenly twisted and rose from the ground, entwining and twisting in the air, sweeping towards them!

The priests can actually manipulate the roots of the trees here!

"Is this a superpower...Dazai-kun!" Mo Shiyu shouted.

Dazai Osamu supported himself on the ground with one hand and nimbly did a side flip to avoid a sharp tree root as thick as a needle. As they passed by each other, his hand gently stroked the tree root.

He exclaimed, "This isn't a supernatural power, it's the tree itself that's moving."

The tree root twisted up like a snake's tail and wrapped around Mo Shiyu's ankle. With a sudden pull, Mo Shiyu fell to the ground and rolled around in a mess.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reacted very quickly and turned around to grab Mo Shiyu's hand, but he missed.

Mo Shiyu's shoulders tightened, and two cold, slender hands stretched out from behind him, like the antennae of a cold-blooded insect, silently wrapping around his shoulders.

The priest gently nuzzled his ear and said, "I got you."

Mo Shiyu supported himself on the ground with his hands and struggled for a while, but felt there was no hope. He simply turned around and twisted the priest's neck with a stranglehold, preventing the priest from giving orders and directing the moth people to chase him, thus buying them time.

They all knew that if the entire army was wiped out, there would be no hope of escape.

Zhu Fujingguang's teeth were almost broken before he turned around and ran towards the exit.