Chapter 96 Followers of God
Ye Xiang's fingertips hung on the door handle for a long time before he finally turned the lock.
The dim light beside the bed cast a layer of mist on Xiao Qihao's face. He curled up, breathing long and evenly, as if he was already fast asleep.
The mirror in the wardrobe reflected Ye Xiang's miserable appearance, with a mixture of blood and sweat dripping from the ends of her hair.
The cuffs were burned black by the spiritual power, and even the hair that was usually combed neatly was messy and stuck to the corners of the forehead.
It's really ugly.
He dragged his heavy steps past the bed, and the floor made a slight sound.
Xiao Qihao's eyelashes trembled, but he did not open his eyes.
The sound of running water in the bathroom, mixed with Ye Xiang's suppressed cough, was particularly clear in the silent room.
Ye Xiang rushed in a hurry, as if he was just trying to wash off the stains on his body.
The sound of water stopped abruptly. Ye Xiang, wrapped in a bath towel, stepped barefoot on the cold floor. Water drops slid down her back into the edge of the bath towel.
He lifted the quilt very gently, but the moment he touched Xiao Qihao's body temperature, he suddenly pulled him into his arms.
The wet hair brushed against Xiao Qihao's neck, and his rapid breath sprayed on his skin.
"Don't leave me..."
Xiao Qihao froze in his arms.
In the past, when Ye Xiang came back, she would always wake him up with a kiss that was a little aggressive.
But the trembling in his palm and the man's almost greedy rubbing against his neck were both telling of his unusual fatigue.
The warm liquid seeped into the pajamas fabric. Ye Xiang's voice was muffled in her shoulder, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"This time... I almost couldn't come back."
"you...."
Xiao Qihao slowly turned around and met Ye Xiang's red eyes.
In the dim light, all the sharp edges that were usually displayed faded away, leaving only the fragility of a frightened bird.
He raised his hand as if possessed by a ghost, stroked the dark circles under the other person's eyes, and asked softly,
"what happens?"
Only after the words came out of his mouth did he realize that this was probably the most gentle conversation the two of them had had in some time.
Ye Xiang curled up in Xiao Qihao's arms like a wounded animal, her trembling fingers tightly grasping the fabric of his pajamas, as if it was the last piece of driftwood that a drowning person grabbed.
Xiao Qihao could clearly feel the other person's scorching body temperature, as well as the occasional rapid breathing that fell on his skin.
"Don't ask..."
Ye Xiang's voice came from her chest, muffled and with a fragility that he had never heard before.
The pair of eyes that usually always had a flamboyant smile on their faces were now hidden in the shadows. I don't know what they were thinking.
"Did you go and cause trouble for Teacher Shen again?"
His body suddenly tensed up, and his fingertips dug deep into Xiao Qihao's arm.
"Don't leave me... Don't run away..."
These almost begging words made Xiao Qihao's heart tremble. He had never seen Ye Xiang so distraught.
The man who used to be so powerful and arrogant seemed to have lost all his strength at this moment, and was left with only fear and anxiety.
Ye Xiang buried her face in his shoulder, her voice choked with sobs.
"I thought... I thought I was strong enough..."
"But...it seems like I'm still not enough, still not enough"
Xiao Qihao opened his mouth, but in the end he just sighed silently.
He had no idea what was going on. Judging from Ye Xiang's reaction, he must have encountered a big blow.
For some reason, he gently hugged this stubborn man, allowing him to vent all his fragility and anxiety in his arms.
He hated him, but couldn't refuse anything from him.
Even now, he didn't know how to push Ye Xiang away.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of each other's overlapping breathing could be heard. Xiao Qihao just quietly served as his human pillow.
"Don't be sad, cry if you want to, I won't laugh at you"
Ye Xiang sniffed and scratched his chin in a funny way.
“You’re really boring.”
Xiao Qihao's words were stuck in his throat, and he was speechless for a moment.
Ye Xiang seemed to be sad enough, so she just nestled in Xiao Qihao's arms and said softly,
"I have to go to the Messenger Platform every day to monitor the progress. Do you want to come with me?"
When Xiao Qihao heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"May I?!"
"Kiss me and I'll take you there"
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The rusty iron door creaked open slowly, and the sweet smell of blood and damp rotten air rushed towards me.
Ye Xiang protected Xiao Qihao behind him. The moment he stepped into the slave farm, tiny phosphorescent flames floated in the dim light, illuminating the huge birth platform of the God's Messenger in the distance.
The obsidian altar was three stories high, with twisted chains circling on the top. Runes hanging from the ends of the chains flickered in the pool of blood, like countless pairs of strange eyes.
"Don't stare too long."
Ye Xiang lowered her voice, and her warm breath swept past Xiao Qihao's ears, but Xiao Qihao's eyes had already been fixed on the scene.
Under the bone corridor, shackled slaves were being driven in procession, their pale faces flickering in the light of torches.
His pupils suddenly contracted. Those people looked so familiar!
He had seen many of them in the photos of recent disappearances and kidnappings.
He has always had a good memory and can vaguely remember many distinctive faces.
Now, the people in the photos were alive in front of him. They had been looking for them for so long, but it turned out that they were all captured by Ye Xiang and his men and used as slaves? !
No wonder they couldn't find any clues!
His throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and Xiao Qihao's nails dug deep into his palm.
The cold clash of shackles mixed with the slave master's scolding echoed under the dome with a teeth-grinding buzzing sound.
He moved his feet mechanically, following Ye Xiang through the shadows, his boots rolling over the dried blood on the ground, making a sticky sound.
A low chant was heard from the birthplace of the messenger of God. The blood pool in the center of the altar suddenly boiled. A distorted outline of a human face vaguely emerged among the surging dark red foam.
Watching it from a high platform or room is different from watching it from the ground.
Xiao Qihao could even feel that he was surrounded by a strong smell of blood, and the low and cruel atmosphere around him made it difficult for him to breathe.
What the hell is this place!
He felt his legs weakening, and he dared not look at the brutal scene before him.
Ye Xiang's arm was across his chest, preventing him from continuing to immerse himself in his own thoughts.
Xiao Qihao was shocked to realize that he had walked to the edge of the venue without knowing when, and was almost stepping into the forbidden blood-red light.
He took a half step back and bumped into Ye Xiang's warm arms, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.
"I...why would I..."
“Do you feel it? This is the power of God.”
The scene before him was more shocking than any file in the torture chamber. He seemed to be hypnotized by something.
I want to move forward, to be closer to Him,
The empty eyes of those missing people seemed to have lost themselves and turned into animals willing to be driven by others.
"They...what happened to them?"
"They have become followers of God"
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