God's Vessel (VI)
"elder brother."
"Um."
"elder brother?"
His eyes penetrated time and space, staring at the phantom.
He saw him growing up in his dream, becoming a heartless, cheerful and optimistic person.
But in his dream, he didn't have a brother.
The so-called "brother" was just his auditory hallucination.
Under the effect of the spirit-calling potion, he seemed to sink into the deep sea.
…
He ran his fingertips through his hair and stroked his face.
He seemed to have his soul ascend into the sky and saw his handsome and pure face.
He sprinkled the azure holy water on his face. The liquid soaked his hair and moistened his lips.
A smell similar to sea water, tears, and dreams.
[Do you really want to do this?]
Even in the heaviest dreams, he could still vaguely hear his voice.
It was a twin connection, or it was just his illusion.
*
"Is it really done this way?" Li Yuebai glanced at the densely packed believers kneeling under the platform, then whispered to the black-robed man next to him - this secretive guy was said to be the leader of the Azure God Cult. His figure and voice were clearly unfamiliar, but for some reason, he always gave him a familiar feeling.
The man in black robe said in a hoarse voice: "Once the ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped. Please continue, Master of the Family."
"oh……"
Li Yuebai picked up another bottle of clear and transparent holy water of unknown composition, and then glanced at his brother NPC.
In front of him was a hard black stone platform with a complex pattern drawn in blood around it.
The young man was wearing a simple white robe and lying on the cold, hard stone platform with his eyes closed.
He poured the holy water on his face, wetting his black hair and moistening his handsome face.
Hmm…looking closely from this angle, although they look quite similar, the brother has sharper features, narrower eyes, and thinner, lighter lips.
A trace of pain suddenly appeared on the young man's face.
At the same time, the singing of the believers in the audience gradually became louder.
"The power of God
Let us be born in the ocean
..."
Li Yuebai poured holy water on his body. The water seeped through his white robe, making the rise and fall of his chest more obvious.
Well, although I know that my brother has a good figure, this is the first time I have observed him so closely. On the other hand...
Wait, now is not the time to think about this.
After Li Yuebai sprinkled three bottles of holy water, the man in black robe handed him a knife.
The knife is small and narrow, but very sharp, and very suitable for seal carving.
Li Yuebai stood on the stone platform, holding the carving knife high.
"Souls fall from the sky
Under the flawless moonlight
..."
*
Somewhere in the dark, he felt pain.
The dense pain was like a cancer attached to his bones, causing him to tremble slightly and it was almost unbearable.
It wasn't physical pain.
It's on a higher level, deeper...
Something is being stripped away, being torn apart.
One step of the ritual requires separation of bloodline and severing of ties with the world.
Only then can it become a container without emotion, love, pain and tears.
Impurities are removed, leaving only pure white, so as to receive the power of God to the greatest extent.
But perhaps because he had concealed it from everyone and did not take the [Soul-calling Potion] according to the ritual norms, he still retained the last bit of his consciousness in the heavy sea.
It's like a fluorescent spot on the seabed.
The fluorescence is too weak to think, just reminisce.
He was the only one watching him.
So even if his eyes were full of strangeness, there was nothing wrong with that.
Finally, when my fingers ran through my hair, I was no longer touching an illusion.
He couldn't help but have more physical contact with him.
"Don't touch my head." The young man said dissatisfiedly.
“…”
He tried to hold his hand again.
In all the winding dreams, he felt his presence.
I want to be closer, tighter.
Imprint his mark on him, or vice versa.
It was a face that could not be forgotten even if time went back.
Maybe he had never seen him before time turned back.
He just...always felt his presence.
Thoughts are like mayflies, born in the morning and dead in the evening, constantly going back.
"How about making a deal with you?"
"One day in the future, you will take him away. If he is willing to stay away from the vortex, the Li family will not interfere. If he chooses the Li family, you cannot stop him from coming back, but no matter how the situation develops in the end, you must protect his safety. The price is... I will leave a gap in the God's Descent Ceremony."
"What gap?"
"I will retain a trace of my own will and leave a final chance for a turnaround."
"I could kill you right now."
"I have already been anchored. Even if you can kill me within the Li family's sphere of influence, He will still come. The only difference is that He will be more chaotic, disorderly, and disastrous."
"No wonder you have such strange signs of bad luck... Are you wavering? Perhaps we can discuss a more appropriate way to achieve peace."
"Do you agree to this deal?"
"Even if there is no such deal, I will do my best to protect him, even if I die."
"……That's good."
"By the way, Li Jianxue, are you still using honorifics to address me? We are already enemies."
“You are a respectable person.”
The fluorescence gradually faded and my thoughts gradually calmed down.
*
Li Yuebai took the carving knife and carved complex symbols on the canvas according to the drawing in his hand.
Each stroke required some force, and he was not familiar with these symbols, so he painted very slowly.
The male body in front of me was like an ancient Greek sculpture, combining strength and artistry, truly perfect.
I was so reluctant to leave such a destructive mark on my brother's perfect body.
However, in order to complete the system task, he can accept it.
If someone had randomly carved words on his body, he would have jumped up in pain, but his brother NPC was still sleeping.
Even the slight pain between his brows just now has been smoothed out. There is only a coldness on the face that looks like an ice sculpture.
...I miss the way my brother NPC talked to him. Although he didn't have any expression, he gave people a very gentle feeling.
Will my brother NPC never wake up again? Li Yuebai suddenly thought of this question, and felt a sense of loss belatedly.
Under the supervision of the black-robed leader, he worked patiently and spent half a day carving the symbol on his chest.
Like an eye.
Next, it’s time to start carving the abdomen.
Yes, he was so disappointed. If only his brother was awake now, he could watch him carve a circle on his lower abdomen. (No)
Given the NPC brother's personality, he would definitely frown slightly and endure it silently, right?
Maybe he would even encourage him instead of being like that black-robed leader, who kept supervising him while he carved talismans and didn't let him rest, causing his hands to become sore.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
The young man on the stage frowned, and his movements became slower and slower, as if he could not bear to continue.
…After all, he is his blood relative and only brother.
It must have been a very difficult and extremely cruel thing for him to preside over this ceremony personally.
If this game was a simulator for becoming a family head, Li Yuebai would be surprised to find that the family head's recognition progress bar, which had been motionless before, had skyrocketed on this day.
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