Chapter 016 Smash and Run
The bridesmaids hung bright red curtains around the room, and the handsome young man dressed as the best man was writing and drawing with a pen, probably registering the red envelopes of the guests.
The professional dancers gradually dispersed, making way for the wooden platform. The old village chief, his face flushed, took control of the situation, tapping the ground with his cane and directing the group of relatives and friends to perform in order.
Chen Xiao'er stood in the audience, waiting for the buffet to begin.
She had long noticed the long, spacious tables in front of the stage, half filled with empty plates and the other half laden with fruit and braised appetizers. Two elderly women stood on either side of the open-air kitchen, simmering soup, the aroma wafting out.
I don't know how much money I should give in the gift box. If it's a red envelope, it should be okay to fold one with the red paper over there, right?
The fireworks show is over.
After all, it was a small village in the mountains and could not afford many expensive fireworks. Apart from one or two that exploded at the opening ceremony, she had been waiting until now but still had not seen the grand fireworks with a sky full of stars.
Xiao'ai's attention gradually distracted, and she began to look around the crowd, trying to find where the bride's parents were.
It's quite strange. Normally, the bride's parents should be very conspicuous at the wedding, but she hasn't seen a middle-aged man and woman wearing corsages yet.
"Hmph, hmph."
A short, guttural grunt like a wild boar came from the side of the stage.
"Hmph, hmph. Hmph, hmph."
A series of hissing sounds of air being released echoed back and forth, but apart from her looking around, no one around her reacted at all.
The bridesmaids have already gone into the bridal tent, and the relatives and friends below are carrying drawing boards and scattering fireworks. No one pays attention to the pigs below.
I wonder whose pig escaped? Maybe all the villagers came to help and forgot to close the pigpen door.
Chen Xiao'er took two steps towards the sound and saw a dark shadow in the gap on the stage.
The shadow looked small at first, but when she noticed it, it squirmed twice and squeezed outward, getting bigger and bigger under the light.
"Hmph, hmph."
The dark shadow grunted heavily, and it—he walked into the light, first squeezing out a fat arm, then most of his body.
What the heck is this? Can someone stop this?
Xiao Ai took a step back in fear, unsure whether to yell "Catch the thief!" or "What are you doing!" But she was also worried that it was some kind of entertainment by the villagers and relatives, and that someone else was yelling. It turned out to be the bride's cousin performing a magic trick.
Crash, crash.
The firework sticks tied around the stage all sprayed out paper ribbon fireworks, and someone brought in a smoke maker and used dry ice to spray smoke, creating a fairyland on earth.
"puff--"
The huge lump of flesh, weighing at least 400 pounds, had his eyes closed, raised his slug-like legs, and climbed towards the stage.
At the same time, the bridesmaids and groomsmen climbed onto the stage and pulled the bride out of the tent.
Everyone was laughing and shouting incomprehensible sounds, pushing the gorgeously dressed girl hard into the colorful romantic smoke and dust, towards the squirming and screaming blind man.
——Damn it!!
Her thoughts were instantly overloaded. Chen Xiao'er pushed away the cheering crowd and punched the picture frame that was blocking her way!
…
It hurts! It really hurts!!
What does this feel like? Why does it hurt so much?
In a few short seconds, or perhaps shorter or longer, Zheng Lu's mind went blank.
She could not recall the story of the saint's self-sacrifice in her fantasy, nor could she recall the fairy tale of the little girl pricking her finger to awaken a miracle, or the princess exchanging tears for pearls.
It hurts so much, it really hurts so much, the flames hurt so much.
The flames licked her skirt, sleeves and delicate skin, more poisonous than any snake venom or insect teeth.
That was not a mortal fire, but a "divine fire" used for sacrifice.
It will melt the human soul, and if the gods are pleased, "she" will be reshaped in the flames - into more delicious food.
I regret it.
I don’t want to, ...—
Regret is of course useless, when the ceremony begins, the gods will link everything.
Its tentacles are everywhere. At this moment, the shadow of God has risen from the abyss and filled the mountains. It will embrace its victim and devour her completely.
This process is completely irreversible.
It is a necessity in terms of rules.
"Xiao Ai?! Don't go over there, it's dangerous!!!"
Someone was roaring in the flames. The sound could not penetrate the melted eardrums, but a certain touch really fell on her shoulder, pulling her back a step.
"Let her go--!"
Long black hair cut through the flames, and a hand slid from the shoulder to the arm, grabbing Zheng Lu's arm tightly.
Chen Xiao'er's face emerged in the mist. She gritted her teeth and pulled the bride out, and while tearing the dress, she kicked the guy opposite hard!
Let me go!
Zheng Lu raised her head weakly, and at the moment the girl kicked out, she finally saw clearly the god that everyone had served for generations.
A shiny shoe print appeared on the sole of Chen Xiao'er's shoe, and ripples spread in circles along the sole.
The overflowing light repaired Zheng Lu's broken soul, and the scattered part glowed with brilliance, illuminating the shadow of the "god" that was supposed to be invisible and intangible.
Father, what is God like?
My lovely daughter, do not seek the externals of God, pray to Him, He knows everything, and He will come in the form that you love most.
Mother, what does God think?
My dear baby, God is great and loving. One day you will meet Him, feel His mercy, and He will grant you eternal happiness.
The roaring shadow was not a kind and beautiful woman, nor a strong and handsome man, but just a twisted mass of "meat".
Maybe it's part of the chaotic rules, maybe it's some distorted concept, anyway - it's not a symbol of happiness.
She took only one look and turned back without any reluctance, her bloodshot eyes meeting the girl who was holding her right hand.
Then the blood solidified and dissolved, leaving only drops of clear tears.
The black-haired girl also lowered her head at this time. There was no happy smile on her face like her family members. There was some anger and ferocity on her face, but it made people believe her wholeheartedly.
"Hurry up! Let's go first!"
"……Um!"
Zheng Lu nodded vigorously, threw away all the pearls and jade on her head, and threw the heavy shawl into the blazing fire.
…
Lin Lang stared at the blazing divine fire in a daze for a few seconds, then immediately jumped up and knocked out the believers who were blocking his way on both sides with two punches.
Thanks to the boss's super powers, they are as weak as chickens!
She made a long, unparalleled dash through the crowd, first pushing the "bicycle" hidden in the bushes to the edge of the stage.
These two creatures, which were transformed from the remains of who knows what monster, reacted well and held their own in the ritual field where Paster was jumping back and forth, without changing back.
"Xiao Ai, here! Here, here!"
She waved her arms vigorously, guessing that the boss's vision would not be disturbed by things like the summoning mist.
Just kidding, the sacred fire during the ceremony was extinguished with just two feet! Fortunately, she wasn't a senior believer, otherwise she would have been crying and questioning her life like those unlucky people.
There was a rustling sound of footsteps on the platform, and Chen Xiao'er jumped and stumbled and slid down.
"Ah, hey, hey." She flapped her wings twice in the air and was caught steadily by Lin Lang.
The other one was much more skilled, and the sacrifice was a carefully selected saint after all. Although she looked thin, she had considerable natural strength.
The saint threw off her crown and dragging cloak, jumped off the carved platform nimbly, and rushed out with them, even having the energy to help push the rear of the cart.
Lin Lang pushed the cart hard while thinking in his mind.
Logically, the power within a saint of this sect should be no different from that of the surrounding believers. It seems Xiao'ai's superpowers include friend-or-foe identification, indicating a strong sense of "subjectivity."
That's great. This kind of person with strong subjective superpowers is usually more useful alive than dead. The Church of Light shouldn't be thinking of making her into a rare item, right?
I'll have to find a way to ask him when I get to know him better. I'm still in the observation period now and can't act rashly.
The three of them rushed out of the village one after another. Lin Lang barely stopped the bike and called out to Xiao Ai, who was running breathlessly behind him: "You can ride your bike here! Let me give you a ride?"
“Okay, okay…”
"Um, sorry. I don't know how to ride a bike." Zheng Lu gently stopped the car and sat obediently in the back seat.
Lin Lang really wanted to sigh, are there still people who can’t ride a bicycle these days?
When she thought about the other person's identity again, she felt that it was a bit of a joke, so she had no choice but to walk to the other car and climb in: "Okay, hold on."
“…Thank you.” Zheng Lu lowered her head.
Sounding a bit reluctant? Lin Lang scratched his head and pedaled hard.
Two mountain bikes crossed the hillside one after the other. The dark gray clouds were torn open by the moon at some point, and the pale moonlight spread across the road ahead.
…
"Puff——" the leader spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw people kneeling all around him, and many of the young people he usually respected were crying and shouting like useless people.
Only one loyal slave remembered to help lift his shoulders, otherwise his neck might have been broken.
"You, you guys, hurry up... chase them!"
He glanced at the altar and knew things couldn't get any worse. The divine presence had been shattered, a sin that couldn't be atoned for with just one or two sacrifices.
The most urgent task is to catch the culprit as soon as possible. Maybe the gods will be merciful and leave some bloodline.
"Master!"
A capable subordinate came over and covered his eyes with his left hand. The eyeball was gone, only a bloody hole remained.
The man completely ignored the pain caused by the blood hole, and did not cry or howl. He just crawled anxiously on his knees to the leader: "You said before that a demon was targeting our Lord, and now our Lord's sacrifice has... What about our Lord?"
My heart skipped a beat.
The leader's old face was now as pale as a ghost.
He was considered one of the less fanatical members of the sect, because the leader knew very well that there was more than one "god" in the abyss, far more than one.
The so-called devil and the "gods" worshipped by people have various relationships in religious scriptures, but if we start from reality, their relationship can always be summarized as predator and prey.
The positions of hunter and prey are constantly reversed. Now the sacrificial ceremony has failed, and there are thieves who are attacking our lord through shadows.
My Lord has been telling us through various channels for months that "a demon is lurking." How could that cunning monster miss such a golden opportunity? The mouth of the abyss is right beneath the mountains!
"We, we'll send someone down the mountain first..."
The leader clutched his heart, forcing himself to stand despite the unusual discomfort. As expected, a dark purple light shone down the mountain, marking the devil's ascending steps.
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly got stuck.
Following the leader's horrified gaze, the subordinate looked back and saw a pale beam of light illuminating the mountain path. Like a shattered moon, it glided towards the village entrance, carrying a sharp yet indifferent murderous intent.
Kashasha.
Beep, beep, beep.
【Lan: I’m here.】
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