83: Chapter 65 Principal Yang, I See Your Daughter Still Retains Her Charm 83: Chapter 65 Principal Yang, I See Your Daughter Still Retains Her Charm “So this is the so-called sacrifice…”
Xu Shu frowned, his gaze fleeting over a golden altar icon in the Tai Chu Scroll.
Before descending, he truly hadn’t anticipated this.
The thing before his eyes was a bit too sinister.
And the Mother Goddess Church’s “fertility” ceremony witnessed in the earlier part of the night had indeed qualified as a bona fide Moon Mass.
…Well, although it wasn’t quite proper, the joy of n and won is human nature, and considering the human race might go extinct if it doesn’t procreate more, it was understandable.
The Mother Goddess Church’s doctrine might be radical, but at least, it was still lawful.
Even the Supervision Bureau wouldn’t speak half a bad word against the Mother Goddess Sect, and might even be quite supportive.
Compared to the sinister blood sacrifice at hand, the splashing water of the Moon Mass seed as pure as a maiden’s first kiss.
“So, are they using the Mother Goddess Church’s fertility ceremony as a cover, to secretly conduct this kind of cultic sacrifice?”
“The people in the shelter are conducting the Mother Goddess Church ceremony, and whether or not they are personally participating, in that kind of atmosphere, it’s very hard to notice anything else.”
“Plus, with the shelter imposing a curfew, under the pressure and threat of power, even if so heard irregular noises, nobody would dare to look, providing a perfect place for this cult.”
“They even dare to steal the wool of the Mother Goddess, I see you’ve chosen a path leading to death.”
Xu Shu did not know what Secret Sect was involved, never seen before, but based on mories of his past life, he could be considered “sowhat knowledgeable.”
“Is there a Transcendent here, is it this old witch?”
Xu Shu’s eyes lingered for a mont on the nauseatingly ugly old Divine Woman, trying to determine if she was a Transcendent.
Just then, the group of dancing believers dispersed, standing in two rows.
The two people who had been joyfully coupling on the ground were now killed, their bodies split in two, like slabs of pork, neatly laid out and sared with white cheese.
“Is it ti for the next step?”
Xu Shu suddenly focused his gaze but then spotted a familiar face.
A person who appeared like a refined old scholar was pushing a wheelchair, erging from behind the believers.
It was none other than the ostensible master of this shelter, the forr school principal, Yang Chong.
He appeared extrely excited, his eyes brimming with tears.
In the wheelchair, there was a young-looking girl.
She was dressed in a thick white gauze dress, her head adorned with a green wreath.
Her features were delicate, her skin pale, her fra petite, and her ssy white hair combined with the bright red of her lips gave her an unusual allure.
But she seed to be handicapped, lying in the wheelchair with a vacuous expression, looking sowhat intellectually disabled, with features slightly resembling Yang Chong’s.
“Yang Chong’s daughter?
That old guy’s over sixty, so his daughter’s got to be in her thirties or forties, right?
But she looks about fifteen or sixteen.” At this mont, Xu Shu was completely hidden in the shadow wedged between two carriages and a pillar, out of anyone’s sight.
Yang Chong walked up to the Divine Woman, knelt down, and repeatedly kissed her feet for a long ti before standing up, excitedly shouting:
“My brothers, my sisters!
Thank the Lord for His blessings, my daughter Yang Manman, after much suffering, is at last to beco a Chosen One!
One more step along the road to the Lord’s Divine Kingdom, thank the Lord!”
The other believers imdiately started shouting loudly: “Gratitude!
Gratitude!
Gratitude!”
Amid the mad chanting, the skirt of the girl on the wheelchair suddenly lifted on its own.
Two tender and crystalline fleshy tentacles shot out from underneath, piercing the slabs of pork on the ground and began sucking with a slurping sound.
To be honest, setting aside the gore and sinister sacrifice, this scene quite possessed an artistic beauty.
Especially the two soft and tender tentacles, like elephants drinking water, were even…kind of cute?
His daughter might have an intellectual disability, but she indeed looked as beautiful as a celestial being…
“Pah!
Pah!”
Xu Shu shook his head, quickly casting out that thought.
By now, Yang Manman had completely drained the two slabs of pork on the ground, leaving them shriveled like pieces of wind-dried cured at.
Her eyes flashed a rich hue of black and crimson, while her albinism-like skin began to show one pink, heart-shaped birthmark after another.
These pink hearts soon sprouted lumps that quickly budded, grew, and produced rather appealing fleshy buds.
“Let’s begin!” the old witch stomped her foot with force.
“Thank you for your sacrifice…”
Yang Chong again bowed to kiss the back of her hand and then pushed his daughter’s wheelchair forward, the cultists once again forming a circle.
The Divine Woman dragged her corpulent body with effort, muttering under her breath, gripping strange clots of blood, placing them in the middle of the wreath on Yang Manman’s head.
Zzzap!
Suddenly, a piercing, harrowing screech reverberated through the air.
Next, the buds on Yang Manman blood, spewing out a cloud of pink pollen.
“Ohhhh~~~”
The surrounding believers each let out extrely pleasured, weird moans, their trousers bulging, and before long, the ground was piled with milky, glass-like goo forming a thick pool, flowing along the ground patterns, eventually outlining a circle about three ters in diater filled with strange markings.
An Array for sacrifice was completed!
Filled with the vigor of life!
“Ohhhh~!”
Watching from a distance, Xu Shu first felt disgusted, then suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his lower abdon, as if sothing was about to burst forth.
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