Chapter 50: Sacrifice

I took the knife and opened the door. There was dead silence outside. The candlelight flickered. I saw my shadow constantly changing with the candlelight. I couldn't help feeling nervous in such an atmosphere.

The light footsteps in the empty corridor sounded like a heartbeat. As I walked, I used the eyes on my arms to search for any abnormal points in the entire space.

Every time I left a corridor, I came to a new corridor or room. I had the illusion that this church was so huge that it seemed to have no boundaries.

But this is impossible. Judging from the situation on the first day when I was about to escape through the small door, I ended up in the church hall. The entire space in the mirror is completely unreasonable.

In other words, I feel like I have come a long way, but in fact I may have just been wandering in a void.

So it doesn't matter where you go, what matters is...

Just then, I heard footsteps other than mine behind me.

Here it comes.

I became alert instantly and subconsciously pressed down the Miao Dao at my waist.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. In just over ten seconds, they were behind me and a hand was on my shoulder.

Almost immediately, I grabbed the hand and prepared to attack.

"Shh!"

The man covered my mouth and made a gesture to silence me, and then I could see who it was.

It was the male believer from that day. He lowered his voice and led me to a room, then took off his hood and pulled it back.

It’s Mo Junfan!

No wonder I always feel so familiar, but more questions are swirling in my mind.

"Why are you here?" I asked in a low voice.

"Jiang Wang and I tracked you and Xiao Wei's whereabouts and followed them all the way here."

"What about Jiang Wang?"

"Jiang Wang...may have been brainwashed."

Hearing this answer, my heart sank, but now was not the time to worry about these things. I ignored the surprise and continued speaking:

"That day you..."

Mo Junfan seemed to know what I wanted to ask and answered without thinking, "I saw you on the day of the choir singing, but I wasn't sure if you were affected at the time, so I could only pretend not to know you."

It was a reasonable answer. I sighed and said, "Then do you know how to get out?"

Mo Junfan nodded, opened the door, and motioned for me to follow him. He turned back and said to me, "I'll take you out."

As we spoke, we walked forward in the dim church, one in front and one behind.

Mo Junfan was very familiar with this place. After taking me through several twists and turns, we arrived at a somewhat shabby hexagonal hall.

The ceiling of the hall was very high. There were several steps directly in front of me. On the wall behind the steps stood three huge mirrors, reflecting the entire venue. In front of the mirror in the middle, there was a half-meter-high stone platform.

Mo Junfan pointed to the mirror on the steps and turned to me and said, "It's right here - Lord Saint."

Then he turned around and gave me a very standard smile, just like those brainwashed believers.

Then, his voice rose slightly, revealing a pious and obsessed look, as if he was praying to God, or talking to someone:

"My Lord, I have completed my mission!"

At the same time, the lights on the ceiling of the hall suddenly lit up, like spotlights in a stage play, illuminating the area behind me.

An Xiaowei stood there, the light shining on her body, giving her a golden halo, making her as sacred as an angel sculpture.

I saw her lips move a few times, and she silently lip-synced:

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Believers in white robes began to pour in from all directions, and soon the empty hall was filled with people.

I suddenly remembered the dinner yesterday, where the saint revealed the existence of the "betrayer" to the believers - the Last Supper.

The cold started from the feet, and the blood in the body seemed to solidify little by little from the extremities at this moment.

What does it mean to be "besieged on all sides"?

But no matter what, it has come to this point, I absolutely cannot mess around.

An Xiaowei stood there, continuing to move her lips.

The believers around me suddenly became agitated and moved back and forth around me.

The crowd was crowded, sweeping everyone away like a wave. A believer stood in front of me along with the wave.

His empty eyes met mine directly, and with that mechanical and standard smile, he spoke a little stiffly:

"The lost lambs have been blinded, and sinners will eventually fall into hell."

It was as if an invisible plague was spreading among the crowd. More people gathered around me, all looking at me with their lips moving and opening and closing.

They spoke in unison: "She is the carrier of the gods, but she is lost in the fog. It's a pity..."

"Fortunately, she finally came here. She just needs a little help..."

As the words fell, everyone raised the corners of their mouths, revealing a mechanical yet sweet smile.

Their voices echoed in the hexagonal hall, each sound reverberating like a wave.

I looked coldly at An Xiaowei who was standing at the end of the hall. Her making such a scene was useless.

She was just demonstrating to me.

But thanks to the "performance" she showed me, I was able to grasp some key information.

The carrier of the gods...

This was her motivation for pulling me in, because I was what they called the "carrier of God."

I've been planning this ever since the priest said that at the dinner yesterday.

They wanted to do this to make me lose my composure. They expected that I would take certain actions for fear of being exposed as a "traitor."

So, I took advantage of the situation and took action in the middle of the night.

Anyway, they can't wait any longer, and neither can I. I'll take this opportunity to find out what they are trying to do.

From a psychological point of view, when people are panicked and afraid, they will subconsciously trust their partners who once fought side by side with them. When I met "Mo Junfan", I became more certain of my guess.

Because I witnessed "Song Nanxing" and others being brainwashed with my own eyes, I will definitely not believe them.

Jiang Wang and I are closer than Mo Junfan and I are, so I would be even more scared if I knew that Jiang Wang was also brainwashed.

So "Mo Junfan" became the best bait. Mo Junfan and I had fought together before, so when he appeared, I would subconsciously choose to believe him.

Then, they can find a way to "lure" me into this hall.

From the moment I entered the hall, I looked around the layout of the entire hall. There was nothing there, just a stone platform on the steps in front.

Even though I don't understand religion, I vaguely guessed the purpose of this place.

This entire hall should be a sacrificial site. These people went to great lengths to trick me here. There is only one possibility.

I am the "sacrifice".