"Stop talking and clean up quickly, I’ll go report to the third in charge!"
"Right, Captain."
Xu Shu saw it—the place outside was where he had just co in, rescued Lan Xin, and gone on a killing spree.
This new group of guards was cleaning up the scene, collecting bodies scattered everywhere on the ground, most belonging to those "plastic bagheads," with a minority of Transcendents, including the old priest whose head had been chopped off by Xu Shu at the beginning, along with several guards.
So he had returned to the "cri scene"?
Just then, the guard "squad leader" who had just pushed the door open and gone out pushed it open and walked back in, muttering to himself, "Strange, why can’t I find the third in charge? He was definitely outside just now!"
"Must have gone after the intruder."
The squad leader nodded, "Yeah, everyone, pick up the pace. Get these bodies out of here, and don’t leave any blood behind! All of this can be used as feed for Qiansui. Today we got a lot of sacrifices, the Priest is happy, so if we do a good job, maybe we’ll each get a sip of the soup!"
There were quite a few cultists killed by Xu Shu here. The walls and windows were sared with blood all over, making the clean-up not so quick.
"Alright!" Hearing this, everyone got excited and started working faster.
They split into two groups, one responsible for carrying the bodies and dropping them into a grinder to smash them directly.
The others were using a machine resembling a vacuum cleaner to collect the blood remaining on the ground.
Oh, was it called a water extractor? Or a water pump?
These people were quite thrifty, recycling waste, planning to use the bodies and blood of their comrades as nutrients.
Wait, nutrients?
Although disgusted by these cultists’ perversion, Xu Shu had a daring idea.
On his way here, Black Rose, who had been intimate with him, had rolled her eyes and ntioned that Transcendents from outside would deliberately infiltrate just for a sip of "Qiansui juice"!
Now it seed that this so-called "Qiansui" was most likely a strange creature fed by the Heroic Society, feeding it corpses to produce sothing beneficial for Transcendent cultivation.
And the current group seed to be on their way to offer bodies and blood to "Qiansui."
Blood—wasn’t this a perfect opportunity for him to blend in?
Xu Shu narrowed his eyes, feeling that choosing to co here first, instead of directly going underground, was a wise choice!
Swoosh~ His entire body lted, becoming a large puddle of blood.
The logistics guards were working hard to complete the task quickly, each of them putting in considerable effort.
No one noticed that a particularly rich puddle of blood quietly seeped out the door crack, naturally winding its way beneath a headless body, mixing with the other blood.
The body was carried away and thrown into the grinder.
The young guard collecting blood pushed the water extractor, sucking back and forth vigorously, while complaining, "These guys eat better than us, having so much blood, and it’s so thick!"
The very thick substance he was talking about was actually Xu Shu’s liquefied possessions, his clothes, which to an outsider looked like blood with impurities.
"Quit the chatter, work faster!" The squad leader sat commanding, already fantasizing about the reward to co.
Hiss! Hiss!
Liquefied Xu Shu and the blood on the ground were collected without a drop left, passed through tubes, and entered a ter-high collection barrel.
At the top of the blood, Xu Shu floated, silent, fully blending into the blood, quietly observing everything.
Once the logistics team finished, they pushed the cart into the passageway behind, descending step by step in a spiral.
Hundreds of ters below was the entrance with a tal door guarded by about a dozen people.
The "blood food" transport logistics team verified their identities and eagerly asked, "Has the ceremony started?"
The Guard Team shook their heads, "Not yet. The second in command went out the day before yesterday and hasn’t returned. We don’t have enough blood food, and the Priest is in a foul mood. What is that?"
"Heh heh, fresh blood food!" The logistics captain smiled. He did not ntion that this blood food had been their teammates just a short while ago.
"Why is it chopped so fine? ...Alright, co on in." The Guard Team opened the door and let them through. The logistics team, efficient in their movents, filed in.
It turned out to be an underground do hall, nearly twenty ters high with dark glass panels on the do. A huge, luxurious chandelier rotated in the center, its light weaving between the mirror panels before reflecting onto the ground, casting onto the multitude of people with their hands raised high, which made the place seem like a lively stage.
There must’ve been hundreds, if not thousands, of people, all wearing the sa white clothes that resembled those of a ntal hospital, not to ntion bags over their heads.
But this ti, the bags weren’t plastic; they were high-quality white linen bags.
The linen bags had a blood-red "X" at the position of the mouth and the areas for eyes and nose cut out.
Surrounding a roughly five-ter-square stage, these people each raised their hands high, following an old man who wore a mask of a linen bag over his head and donned a Priest Robe on stage, chanting with him.
Why the old priest? Because Xu Shu thought his voice sounded old, deep and raspy, similar to the old priest he had just killed, so it was probably another old priest.
The old priest said, "The day of the Lord is near."
And those below the stage, in ti with the beat, sang, "The day of the Lord is close, today! Look, the severed limbs are reattaching! The withered grass regrows, the rotten wood sprouts, and the Lord will co to my side."
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