570 The Fishmonger
Clearly, his third brother had been quite restless these past few days.
Ever since they obtained the clay statue of the evil god, the three of them have inexplicably felt that if there is a blood sacrifice, they can obtain a great deal of benefits.
This is a story that they, who wander from place to place trying to make a living, often hear about.
And recently, I've heard about just one such incident.
If one has such an opportunity, one can acquire a large amount of gold and silver in just a few months and also achieve success in cultivation.
He married eight or ten beautiful women and lived a life of unrestrained pleasure in the brothel.
Every day is filled with lavish feasts, servants attending to your every need, and beautiful women warming your bed—it's enough to make one's mind wander.
My third brother is also a quick-witted person, otherwise he would have starved to death long ago.
He was relatively safe and intelligent before, and had some money, but without the strength to protect it, he couldn't protect it. If he resisted even slightly, he would be beaten up by the gang and have everything stolen.
After being brutally beaten, he was lucky to survive because of his quick thinking. After that, he instantly lost all sense of shame and became even more despicable than himself.
A few days ago, the three of them discovered this object on the altar of a dilapidated temple. A strange voice entered their minds: 'Mortals, serve me, please me, and I will bestow upon you wealth and glory.'
Before the three of them, the statue appeared somewhat ferocious, yet it emitted a multicolored light that instantly drew their attention, as if it contained some kind of powerful force.
The three of them instantly became excited, thinking of the rumors they often heard: opportunities, opportunities.
Then, he instantly calmed down, and suspicion and greed began to grow in his heart.
Unconsciously, the third and second brothers moved closer to him and further away from him, their eyes peering at him with a mixture of fear and apprehension.
Opportunity, opportunity, who will get the opportunity?
Maintaining a distance did not eliminate their suspicions; instead, it made the atmosphere even more tense.
The eldest brother, whose brow was furrowed, was much calmer now. He was aware of the other two's suspicions, but this item was risky to use and needed to be tested.
Only after the test is over will it be time for the other two to contribute.
In a split second, she glared at the two of them, and said in a stern tone with a hint of heartache, "The three of us have come a long way together, experiencing countless trials and tribulations. Our friendship is profound, and we've been through thick and thin together."
This is our shared opportunity!
Seeing their somewhat embarrassed and evasive eyes, I knew they wouldn't believe me.
Because even they don't believe their own lies!
His tone was soft and seductive as he said,
Second brother, third brother, I hope you can remain calm and rational, and not ruin our bond of shared hardship because of momentary greed.
He stepped forward, but his second and third brothers involuntarily took a step back, their eyes filled with determination.
She spoke softly, her eyes slightly reddening, her voice choked with emotion, "Such an incredible opportunity has been given to the three of us brothers; we should share the wealth and glory. We can achieve wealth and glory together."
We will share both hardship and prosperity, and never forget each other!
Second brother, third brother, don't worry.
His eloquent and moving performance managed to temporarily stabilize the situation.
But once the statue was in hand, the alluring voice became increasingly irresistible the closer it got, inevitably reminding one of the wealthy young lady who occasionally peeked out from behind a carriage.
Her skin was delicate, her fragrance subtle, and she possessed a touch of allure and tenderness.
A long, flowing dress, exuding purity and nobility, something to be revered.
These past few days, the three of them have been suffering greatly, with beautiful women, fine wine, gold and silver treasures, and the prospect of immortality frequently appearing in their dreams.
All three of them couldn't help but get up multiple times in the middle of the night, only to wake up to find it was all a dream.
How can I stand this?
Seeing that the two of them agreed, he nodded heavily.
He said softly and in a low voice, "Together."
Without further hesitation, the three men's fierce eyes, like those of wolves, radiated an aura of cruelty and danger.
But he cautiously approached the fishmonger from a distance of three steps.
The environment was dim, as if searching for a glimmer of opportunity in the darkness to change one's fate, drink and eat meat, and live a life of wealth and pleasure.
The third brother, looking at the fishmonger who was severely injured and had difficulty moving his limbs, said softly, "Brother, won't this disability affect the results?"
There is no sympathy, no pity, only self-interest.
The elder brother frowned slightly, looking even more horrifying and ugly at this moment. He glanced at the fishmonger's pale and pained face and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
The second brother surveyed his surroundings, his eyes equally cold.
Looking at his burly eldest brother and his cunning third brother, a hint of greed and longing flashed in his eyes as he glanced at his eldest brother's chest, where the three of them had been silently vying for something.
The fishmonger on the ground showed no sympathy whatsoever; sympathy and pity were luxuries, and only the strong could survive.
The third brother looked at his eldest brother with a hint of unease, and at the eldest brother with ulterior motives, his eyes filled with urgency.
Suddenly, a resolute look appeared in the eldest brother's eyes, like those of a hungry wolf. He said in a low voice, "Let's begin now."
The elder brother pulled out the clay statue from his pocket. Although the statue was made of clay, it was sculpted with great detail and seemed to contain some kind of extraordinary power.
Its ferocious appearance is terrifying to behold.
His hands gripped the statue tightly, veins bulging, and a slight tremor ran through them. A look of determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly plunged the statue into the chest of the fishmonger in front of him, accompanied by a low, muffled thud.
A crimson torrent gushed out, splashing bright red blood all over my hand.
A sliver of sunset shone in, appearing exceptionally bright and eerie in the dimly lit cave.
A scream of "Ah!" came from hell, an unbearable pain, heart-wrenching, yet strangely exhilarating.
The statue was pierced through my body, causing me excruciating pain.
A sharp, intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, as if countless sharp blades were tearing at his flesh and soul, as if he were dying from the pain.
His face turned pale instantly, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But from within the statue, a voice reached my ears: 'Believe in me, offer sacrifices to me, are you willing?'
'Yes, yes,' the soul answered with lightning speed.
At this moment, only power remains—the power to gain power, the power of revenge.
A powerful force emanated from the statue and rapidly merged into the fishmonger's body.
The other three, watching the struggling fishmonger and hearing the even more tempting voice, knelt down and prostrated themselves, pleading, "Gods above, please grant us strength."
The fishmonger felt as if he were enveloped by a warm current, and the pain gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of strength.
The severed hands and feet seemed to have grown back, as if they were new, as if they had never been broken.
His complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, and his blood slowly submerged the statue, making him feel as if he had become one with it.
A force seemed to become part of his body, continuously providing him with energy.
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