——If he is really this damn Holy Son, then his first decree is that all the people in front of him should die.
——As long as they could all die, even if he had to sacrifice his body and his soul was destroyed, Yin Bansi would not have any regrets.
The silent prayers seemed to have concluded, and the believers rose in unison. The middle-aged man, still leading the group, turned around, his voice still passionate and full, yet also tinged with the same falsehood: "The Son of God has received your prayers, and will grant you blessings! Believers injured in the last battle, please step forward and carry the seriously injured to the front—"
Luo Jiujiang was almost running to the center of the thundercloud. When he heard these words, for some reason, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
His spiritual consciousness was sensitively striking his nerves, and his heart was filled with ominous premonitions, as if some guess that he had not yet understood had been verified in his subconscious.
——His premonition was right.
Several dying men in sackcloth were brought out from the corner and neatly placed at Yin Bansi's feet. They were all dying, but the moment they saw Yin Bansi, they all opened their eyes, their eyes shining.
And what is contained in that brightness is definitely not kindness.
This time, the middle-aged monk didn't do it himself. He gave a look, and a hemp-robed follower beside him volunteered to do it. The man first bowed to Yin Bansi with a small knife in his hand, then approached Yin Bansi with a simple lacquer bowl, and then—
Everyone around them fell silent, and the tiny sound of the blade entering flesh became clearer.
As if possessed, as a large piece of flesh was gouged out of the half-dead, emaciated body, everyone's eyes crimsoned, their breathing intensified, and their necks unconsciously thrust forward like geese. Their eyes held desire, a lust for destruction, and this image made these cultists resemble anything but animals, not humans.
Each of the injured who were originally breathing weakly now seemed to be revived with energy.
The wooden bowl fell over, and the minced red meat was evenly stuffed into the mouth of each seriously injured soldier. They were licking Yin Bandi's flesh and blood. The serious injuries were healing visibly. Their eyes were reluctantly glued to Yin Bandi's still bleeding wounds, and their eyes were filled with an extremely crazy desire to survive.
Luo Jiujiang never knew that the look in a person's eyes when he was holding on to a life-saving straw on the eve of death could be so naked and vicious.
Yin Bansi's wounds were still bleeding, but he seemed indifferent, merely lowering his eyelids towards the wounded. Luo Jiujiang had once experienced a frightening glance from Yin Bansi, so frightening that he pulled back the flowers he had given him. He had also seen how Yin Fengzhu could lift half his bangs and glance around, and the noisy mountains around him would become as quiet as water.
But compared with the intimidating look at that time, it was as pleasant and natural as a breeze blowing on your face.
Luo Jiujiang had no doubt that at this moment, Yin Bandi would gladly nod if he had a chance to take these people's lives, even if it meant dying together with them.
"Holy Son! Holy Son!" The followers of the Ma Yi sect were already cheering loudly.
"Feast! Feast!" Their tone was firm, not begging, but narrating a fact that was about to begin.
The middle-aged man's smile stretched wide. The atmosphere before him was electric, and he was in control of the entire rhythm of the ritual. Although the congregation was calling out for the Son of God, the Son was actually his, and the approval or rejection of all matters depended on his approval.
Facing a pair of eager and impatient eyes, the middle-aged monk finally lowered his hand, announcing the beginning of a feast.
...In an instant, Yin Bansi was stabbed by countless swords and knives.
"Holy Son! Holy Son!" The hung young man was reduced to a bloody mess in the blink of an eye. The crowd was ecstatic, so excited that they couldn't even pronounce the words clearly because of swallowing. They sang and danced around Yin Bansi, and at this moment, the blood on everyone's mouth had not yet been wiped clean.
In a flash, a cold declaration flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind.
"——Dying, ugly, incurable, get out."
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