As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two strong monks outside the house carrying in two huge wooden barrels.
They walked steadily towards the group of boys and girls, then scooped out bowls of steaming, fragrant soup from the wooden barrel and carefully placed them in front of each child.
Then, the two monks began to patiently feed the soup in the bowl into the children's mouths spoon by spoon.
I don’t know what ingredients are used to make this mysterious soup, but the rich and mellow aroma wafts around and penetrates into people’s noses, making people salivate and want to taste it immediately.
However, looking at the group of poor boys and girls in front of me, they all have pale and haggard faces, thin and weak bodies, as if a breeze could easily blow them down.
At this moment, they had already lost all their life and lay there dying. Perhaps they had lost the will to resist after suffering torture for a long time.
When faced with the soup handed to them by the monk, they did not show any intention of refusing and opened their mouths to swallow it obediently. If the monk stopped feeding them, they would remain silent, like zombies, with no reaction.
After a while, these people began to defecate. But their feces did not smell bad, but even smelled good.”
Having said that, Lu Yu couldn't help but stroke his forehead, where there were some fine beads of sweat, probably cold sweat caused by fear.
“After these people finished defecating, someone came and carried them to a big pot, then stripped them naked, threw them into the pot, washed them clean, and put them on a long table nearby.
Then, a row of young monks came. Each of them faced a bed, chanting scriptures and beating wooden fish, just like someone was performing a ritual.
After those young monks left, a few ferocious-looking monks came up.
They carefully lifted the man and slowly walked towards the mysterious and terrifying suite.
When they entered the room, a strong smell of blood hit their noses.
There was a high platform in the middle of the room, covered with dark red blood and some messy hairs. Some of these hairs were long, some were short, some were curly, and some were straight, which looked creepy.
The four walls were even more chilling, as they were covered with pale human skins, some of which were already shriveled, while others still had tidal blood on them.
The overlapping human skins seemed to tell a story of the horrific events that had occurred here. Furthermore, the ground was littered with bones of all shapes and sizes, some intact, some broken, and some still holding bits of flesh and bone marrow.
As Lu Yu spoke, he fell into memories.
At that time, I don't know what happened, the ropes on his body suddenly disappeared, and he stood at the door. Looking at this scene, my body couldn't help but tremble.
His eyes widened, and there was an indescribable fear in his pupils.
This fear was deeply imprinted in his heart, making him feel unprecedented panic, because that night, he felt as if he had been drawn into a completely different world - a dark abyss full of unknown and endless fear.
Just then, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence.
In a dim room, suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
It was a lama in a cassock. He appeared quietly like a ghost, making everyone present feel nervous.
The lama's face was completely hidden in the shadows, as if covered by a mysterious veil, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
However, despite this, the strange aura emanating from him spread rapidly like an invisible cold current, causing people to shiver involuntarily and an indescribable fear surge in their hearts.
The lama walked slowly and steadily towards the lifeless people lying on the beds.
The ground seemed to tremble slightly with each step, as if his footsteps contained some heavy power. When he finally reached the bed, he stopped, then bent down and put his face close to one of them.
Then, a low and eerie voice came out of his mouth:
"Now, you have completely cleansed the filthy energy hidden deep within your bodies. After countless times of being washed and soaked in spices along the way, you have finally earned the precious qualification to become a pure magical instrument."
The lama paused for a moment, then continued in that chilling tone, "Next, please allow me to perform a trivial operation on you. Once this operation is successfully completed, you will be transformed into the purest and most flawless instruments in our hands. Hehe... how is it? At this moment, can you no longer contain your excitement and joy?"
However, in response to the Lama's words, there was only a dead silence. The whole room was so quiet that only the sounds of people's nervous breathing and heartbeats could be heard.
Then, the lama suddenly reached into his bosom and pulled out an incredibly sharp knife. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, like the scythe of the god of death.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he resolutely raised his feet and took steady steps forward, slowly approaching the group of people not far ahead...
At the same time, a series of extremely pious words flowed from his mouth.
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