The next day.

Bai Liu and his group were taken to the boathouse for testing, but Xiao Kui was left at the Kitahara family.

The one who welcomed Bai Liu and his friends at the boathouse was still Yuchuan.

After not seeing him for a few months, the man had become gloomier and looked older, with a shrunk head and wrinkles on his face that looked like aging skin. The look he gave Bai Liu and the others was like that of some deep-sea fish, revealing a gloomy hunting intent.

The offering standing next to Bai Liu looked neat and tidy, and the fabrics of the clothes he wore were obviously very expensive, but the servants were different.

Except for those who were chosen by the big families like Sota, the servants who stayed in the boat house were all disheveled, skinny, and exuding a strong stench of birds. They followed the sacrifices with empty eyes and lowered their heads, like walking corpses.

"Come here." Yuchuan waved his hand, his tone gloomy, "I hope your suffering will satisfy us before it satisfies the gods."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and followed behind the boat. After turning a few corners, he entered a spacious and dim Japanese-style room.

In the center of the room, there are two hollowed-out tiles on the ground. Rocks are placed out from under the ground. At the top is a small and delicate balance. On the stone platform on the rocks is a red wooden tray, on which are placed about a dozen gilded translucent silk threads.

Bai Liu glanced at the threads and found that they were similar in size and material to the threads tied around Xie Ta's body.

All the sacrifices and attendants stood in rows in front of the rock with their heads bowed.

"These are the instruments used to test whether your pain has reached the standard in the past six months, the Jackal Scale and the Pain Threads." Yuchuan stood beside the scale with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone with his chin slightly raised. "These threads are condensed from the pain of the sacrifices that were successfully offered before. With the permission of the Supreme God in the dream, we carefully peeled these threads off the body of the evil god in the shrine to test your degree of pain."

"You will place your right hand on this side of the scale, and on the other side we will place the Thread of Pain."

"The Jackal Scale can detect the pain in your heart. If the pain in your heart is heavier than the silk thread, the scale will fall to your side. Of course, if your pain is lighter than these painful silk threads, the scale will fall to the other side."

"According to our previous experience, a sacrifice that is as painful as a strand of silk is a qualified sacrifice."

Yu Chuan glanced at all the offerings and said, "There is no order in the testing. Whoever wants to come first will do it."

The sacrifices all had obvious uneasiness on their faces. There was a slight commotion below for a while. One of the sacrifices took a deep breath, raised his hand, and said tremblingly, "I... will do it."

Yuchuan waved his hand, and a servant beside him bent forward and moved the scales to the bottom of the rock. He carefully grasped the pure silver tweezers with his silk-gloved hands, grasped a thread of pain with his right hand, and supported the lower end of his right hand with his left hand and placed it on the left end of the scales.

The balance instantly tipped to the left, and the bottom of the plate hit the base with a crisp "pop" sound.

Sota was shocked and whispered in Bai Liu's ear: "This thread looks really heavy."

The sacrifice looked at the thread, and seemed to feel that he could easily tip the scales to his side. He heaved a sigh of relief, and then placed his shaking right hand on the right plate of the scales.

The balance silk does not move.

The sacrifice's face turned pale instantly.

It was obvious that he began to try hard to put his hand on the plate and press down hard, but even though the sacrifice tried so hard that his face turned red, the needle of the scale did not move at all, as if there was nothing on the right plate at all.

Yu Chuan frowned and glared: "You don't even feel the pain of a heavy object, you rubbish!"

As he said that, he kicked the sacrifice, causing it to roll twice, hit the door and fall to the ground. Yu Chuan turned his head and looked at the servant without even looking at him: "Where is his servant? Ask his servant to come for the test!"

The servant knelt down and bowed his head: "Okay, Master Yuchuan."

Soon the servant of the sacrifice was brought up. He had been tortured to the point of being numb and unable to respond to human voices. The servant held his hands and placed them on the right pan of the scale.

When his hand was placed on the scale, the needle of the scale shook slightly and deflected two scales to the right.

Yu Chuan's expression relaxed instantly: "Not bad, two squares, two-fifths of the thread is painful."

He looked at the servant with a dull and dirty face and nodded with satisfaction: "From today on, you are the sacrifice."

"The sacrifice you serve becomes your servant."

The sacrifice who was kicked aside lost all the color on his face when he heard what Yuchuan said. He rushed over and hugged Yuchuan's thigh, crying and trying to put his hand on the scale again: "Lord Yuchuan, please let me try again, Lord Yuchuan!"

Yuchuan turned a blind eye and said: "Take him to the cage and lock him up with his pets."

The servant bowed his head and said, "Yes."

Two servants dragged the crying victim away.

After a while, the servants came back. One of them knelt down and reported to Yu Chuan: "Not long after we locked him in the cage, he suddenly went crazy and cried loudly, strangled his kitten to death, and then kowtowed and begged us to test him again. Master Yu Chuan, do we need to test him again?"

Yu Chuan shook his head indifferently: "Let him suffer for a while longer."

"The next sacrifice."

The sacrifices were all frightened by this cruel beginning. The faces of the sacrifices who went up for the test became paler than each other. Those who barely passed the test came down alive, and then they were in a daze. Sota heard several sacrifices talking to themselves about what to do and how to make themselves more painful.

Dozens of sacrifices were tested, and in none of them did the scale deflect by more than three squares when the sacrificer's hand was placed on the scale.

Yu Chuan's expression became more and more unpleasant, and his eyes towards the sacrifice became more and more hostile: "There is not even one sacrifice that can achieve a painful pain. It seems that we are too good to you."

The sacrifices were trembling with fear, and no one dared to look up at the expression on Yuchuan's face.

The situation did not take a turn for the better until the Kitahara family's crazy sacrifice was offered.

The moment the mad sacrifice, under the guidance of his servant, placed his hand on the scales, the pointers of the scales suddenly turned and hit the last square on the right.

Yu Chuan's eyes moved as he looked at the offering: "Whose offering is this?"

The servant replied respectfully, "It's from the Kitahara family."

Yu Chuan's eyes darkened in an instant. He sneered and said in a rather sinister tone, "The Kitahara family has always been good at torturing sacrifices."

"Release the silk thread again. I want to see how much of a painful sacrifice the Kitahara family has raised in the past six months."

The servant stepped forward and used tweezers to add another thread to the left pan of the scale.

The needle of the scale swayed a bit, and moved two notches to the left, but it was still three notches away from the center line.

"It's actually heavier than two of them..." Yu Chuan's face was so dark that water seemed to drip out of it, "Add more!"

The servant added another one.

The needle of the scale moved to the second right. The servant looked up at Yuchuan with a look of surprise on his face. "Sir, this sacrifice has two and a half roots of pain. It can be offered at the summer festival."

Yuchuan uttered a gloomy "oh" and turned his head to look at the other sacrifices: "Where is the other sacrifice from the Kitahara family?"

The servant took down the two silk threads and looked at Bai Liu who was standing in the last row: "It seems to be that person."

Yu Chuan raised his chin and said, "Come up."

Cang Tai swallowed nervously. He watched Bai Liu calmly stand up and walk forward. He curled up his pale, slender fingers and placed them on the right pan of the scale.

The balance with only a thread in it spun instantly, and the pointer did not stop after hitting the last grid on the right, but directly hit the entire bottom of the dial, making a tight and crisp sound.

Just now, many sacrifices had flushed their faces and tried their best to press the scale, but it didn't move at all. At this moment, Bai Liu just put his hand on it casually, but the steel wire and crossbeam of the scale were shaking, as if it couldn't bear it.

Yu Chuan suddenly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, who looked normal, and ordered in a deep voice: "Add more lines."

The servant quickly responded, and then carefully added strings one by one to the left pan of the scale.

One, two...ten.

When the eleventh string was added and the needle of the scale was still at the bottom right, the expressions of everyone in the room changed.

The offerings looked at Bai Liu, who was sitting on the right end of the scale, with blank faces. The servant who was still adding thread began to tremble. Yuchuan stared at the offering that looked nothing special. Cang Tai looked at the silk threads that were gradually piling up in the left pan in a daze and astonishment.

"Seventeen." The servant looked at Bai Liu in disbelief, then looked at Yuchuan, "...Master Yuchuan, the silk threads we brought are all used up."

Yu Chuan didn't even take his eyes off Bai Liu. He waved his hand and said, "Go to Yu Chuan's warehouse and get it."

His eyes were dark: "There are still a lot of them there, bring them all over."

The servant bowed his head and knelt down: "Yes!"

Ten minutes later, servants came into the Japanese-style room, carrying a dozen heavy-looking boxes. They then arranged the boxes in order and lined them up in a row.

There are only a few threads in these heavy-looking wooden boxes, but a dozen or so together is not a small amount.

Yu Chuan waved his hand and said, "Add them together."

The servants put the silk threads from the boxes on the scale in batches, but the left pan of the palm-sized scale was instantly piled up with a high mountain of silk threads.

When the last box was added, the crossbar of the scale was bent and creaked as if it could not bear the weight. Yuchuan finally raised his hand and called for a stop.

The servant pulled out a small, perfectly folded white towel from his collar with shaking hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Their dazed gazes moved from the needle on the scale that was still at the bottom right, slowly to Bai Liu's face, which was so calm that nothing could be seen. An uncontrollable fear slowly revealed itself in his eyes.

These are almost all the threads they have plucked from the evil god's body.

When a person's pain is equal to that of God, and he has not yet gone mad...

This person will definitely, definitely do something terrible!

A look of almost morbid excitement appeared on Yu Chuan's face. He walked forward and lifted Bai Liu's face with his fan, looking at him carefully as if he were looking at a priceless antique. While looking at him, he asked in a hoarse voice: "...What's your name?"

Bai Liu looked at Yu Chuan calmly: "Kitahara Bairoku."

When Yu Chuan heard the surname, he sneered, "Beiyuan is not a good surname."

He leaned over and stared at Bai Liu with a greedy desire growing in his eyes:

"You are such a painful sacrifice, I think you are more suitable to be called Yuchuan."