The door of the shrine was kicked open by Shiragi, and the boundless flames immediately rushed toward the face, and the ashes and heat wave hit together.
Bai Liu lifted his eyes, his dark eyes were reflected in the orange fire, the mountains and forests burning into black coals, and the bright fireworks exploding in the sky.
From a distance, he heard the cheers and countdown sounds of the crowd coming from the foot of the mountain:
"The Cthulhu Festival is about to officially kick off, and the firework festival is coming to an end. Let us count down this annual time and bring us happiness!"
"ten!"
Gorgeous fireworks exploded one by one, as if a bouquet stunned by sparks, blooming in the night sky to sacrifice to the gods, opening the beautiful prelude to the story.
Bai Liu held the scarred Tavel, and Beiyuan Xiaokui, who was covered in blood, hung his head, as if he was holding something that he was over-bearing, walking down the mountain very slowly step by step.
Countless silk threads from the shrine entangled Tavel in the arms of the white willow. These silk threads called [pain] strangled Tavel and the white willow hugging Tavel, their blood mixed together, dripping scorched black by the fire Land.
"Nine!"
Bailiu's footsteps stopped, his breathing became slow and hard, and his whole body leaned forward, as if he was exhausting all his strength towards the foot of the mountain and away from the shrine.
But the thread on him and Tavel did not allow them to stay away.
"Bai Liu." Taville's face was torn apart by the silk thread, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, but very lightly stroked the strangled wounds on Bai Liu's body, staring at him intently, as if he was going forever. Remember his look, "Let me down."
"You take me, you can't get out of here."
"The hands you hold me are shaking."
"Eight."
"I don't want it." Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked straight at Tavel, "You have traded yourself to me, and I naturally have the right to take you away."
Tavel stood up on Bai Liu's shoulder, looked at Bai Liu, then bent down to embrace Bai Liu, and said softly:
"But I love you."
Bai Liu's pupils shrank.
"seven!"
Tarville continued, and he closed his eyes slightly: "I finally understand what your feelings were when you came to see me."
"It's love, right?"
"six!"
"I want to see you, I want to escape from the shrine, to see who you have chosen to be your Prince Charming, I want you to answer why I didn't come in and see me." Taville buried his head completely in Shirakyu's shoulder, and he tightly pressed Embracing Bai Liu, the intensity is so strong that Bai Liu rarely feels unable to breathe, Taville's voice is hoarse, "I want you to come to see me every day, talk to me, look into my eyes and talk about yourself."
"I want you to take me away, I want to follow you."
A silk thread is wound tightly.
"I want you to be with me forever."
Tighten the two silk threads.
"five!"
Bai Liu's eyes were stunned, and he subconsciously hugged Tavel back: "... You are leaving me again, are you?"
"God told me before." Tarville replied softly, "When I have pain and can sacrifice to him, I can become his heir."
"He said that only love can make God suffer."
The countless silk threads entwined with Tavel's body instantly tightened.
"Four!"
"The more love you get, the more pain you will have to sacrifice to the gods, and the better the gods will be in controlling each other." The silk-wrapped Tavel slowly raised his eyes to look at the white willow in his arms, and he smiled softly. For a moment, as if very happy, "I am now a puppet of God."
"I can't leave the cage in which I was imprisoned, because it was created by the love and pain that I had generated myself."
"three!"
"two!"
"one!!"
"The Cthulhu Festival has officially begun!!"
Heavy silhouettes leaned up quickly from the path behind Bai Liu. These silhouettes were holding dead sacrifices in their hands. They were obviously people from the eight great families who came up to make sacrifices in advance. These people shouted angrily:
"What's going on! How come the shrine is burning up here!"
"Where's that corpse?! That corpse in the shrine is gone!"
"Did it by the guard of the Kitahara family who stole it or a sacrifice made by a defector!"
Fireworks exploded behind them.
"I love you." Tarville closed his eyes, he lowered his eyes, and put his cold lips on the lips of Bai Liu who did not respond, whispering softly, "My soul will only exist here for you."
"But you can't exist here."
"Because there is only pain here."
[System Tip: Congratulations to player Bai Liu for obtaining one of the main mission objectives (evil gods), and will set off to return to the five-year timeline, please prepare for Bai Liu! 】
All the silk threads on Tavel's body stretched straight, pulling him back, and he closed his eyes and hugged Bai Liu, his hands were folded tightly in the long hair behind Bai Liu's head, and his lips were opened and closed as if he was saying something.
Bai Liu saw that there were many people behind him running towards this side with knives, guns and clubs, and the fireworks continued to bloom.
The moment he closed his eyes, Bai Liu heard Taville whisper in his ear:
"Goodbye, come and save my Rapunzel."
Shiryu opened his eyes, and he found himself lying in the Japanese room where the shrine's shrine dance was trained, lying on his side on the ground as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.
There was no light in the Japanese room, and it was pitch black. Only the moonlight coming in from the outside could see the picture of Hailang Shrine hanging on the wall directly opposite—that is, the picture where Bai Liu found the clue to pass through at first.
Everything around Bai Liu, the fire, the hysterical crowd, Beiyuan Xiaokui who was dripping blood, and the "corpse" of the evil god who tenderly kissed him all disappeared, like an unrealistic nightmare.
He sat up quietly for a while, then dressed neatly, finished his coat, stood up and opened the door to get out of the room.
Two servants were kneeling on the ground beside the door. From the clothes they wore and the word "Mifune" embroidered on the right neckline, it could be seen that the two servants belonged to the Mifune family.
The moment Bai Liu stepped out, the two servants lowered their heads and quickly raised their hands to block his departure: "Young Master Bai Liu, you can't leave here."
"Master Mifune has given an order. If you can't practice the shrine dance tonight, you must not step out of this shrine."
Bailiu heard this, he turned his head to look at the two servants, and then turned to look at the shrine behind him, which was completely invisible at the time. He raised his tone and asked, "This is Luming Shrine? "
"Yes." The servant looked up strangely. "You have been practicing dancing in the shrine's worship room, don't you remember?"
"If this is a shrine." Shirayagi asked calmly, "What about the evil god who lived in this shrine five years ago? Where did he go?"
When the two servants of the Mifune family heard this questioning, their expressions changed, as if they had heard something extremely taboo, they bowed their heads, closed their eyes, folded their hands like prayers, and muttered quietly and quickly:
"Don't blame the evil god, don't blame it, we didn't intentionally move you from Luming Shrine to Haijin Shrine after the fire."
"It's just that the prestige you made five years ago was too horrible. Half of the people in the village of Luming County went crazy and committed suicide in their sleep."
"... Please don't blame the evil god!"
There was no expression on Bai Liu’s face. His eyes slowly shifted from the swaying ship-shaped object on the waves in the distance to the mural hanging on the wall in the house—it was a pair that was thrown up on the waves of the sea. A huge ship-shaped shrine.
Boathouse on the seafront.
After a while of thunder and wind and rain, the heavy rain suddenly fell.
A girl with a drenched inner lining shivered and hid in the houseboat. Her lips were pale, her face was purple, and her fingers and joints had obvious scars. It was so heavy rain, but she didn't. Close the door, but just opened the door like this, sitting on the ground and letting the squally rain come in, slapped her face without a trace of blood.
The wind shook her wooden sign next to the Japanese room, and the old wooden board was written with four words that were about to be worn out to be invisible—[North Plains Kokui].
"Xiaokui, what are you doing?!" A panicked male voice interrupted Xiaokui's self-masochistic behavior. Beiyuan Cang, who was soaked all over, hurriedly stepped forward and closed Xiaokui's door, and would be turned over by the wind. Put his paper umbrella by the door, turned around, and said to Xiao Kui in a reproachful voice, "Why don't you close the door in such a heavy rain?"
"Maybe it's because I haven't eaten enough suffering when I was training in the suffering room." Xiaokui with a hollow gaze murmured and replied.
Cangta paused. He looked at the traces of bleeding from his knuckles, and shook his hands firmly, lowered his head and stopped talking.
Xiaokui rolled her eyes to sweep the little movement of Cangtai, and she asked, "You also went to the suffering room?"
"Yeah." Sota laughed sadly and laughed at himself. "Since we were found to be related to the shrine arson five years ago, even if the Kitahara family has been defeated, they no longer have the ability to build a big house for training and torture. We, our pain has not reached the standard every year, it is an inferior sacrifice, and they still have not given up to torture us."
"Of course." Xiao Kui's eyes lit up, and a triumphant and happy smile appeared on her face. "What happened five years ago was that this group of beasts was so scared."
"Yeah." Cangtai couldn't help laughing. He recalled, "At that time, there was a big fire in the shrine, and Bai Liu was going to save Lord Cthulhu. Let's go back and help him."
"I'll go back and help him!" Xiao Kui retorted, but she lay back and said mockingly, "But I didn't help much anyway, and I was knocked out soon."
"Later, I dumbly remembered that Bai Liu was carrying me and the Cthulhu down the mountain, but the Cthulhu was pulled by the silk thread that grew from the shrine and couldn't leave. The eight great families who came to sacrifice came up again."
"Mifune directly dragged Shiryu into the shrine, to compel him to sacrifice."
Xiao Kui laughed loudly, her hands and feet thumped, tears bursting out of her eyes: "The Cthulhu Lord has rarely lost his temper!"
"It doesn't want to open its eyes to see Bai Liu, nor to sacrifice Bai Liu, so it closes its eyes tightly and says that I don't allow you to treat him like this."
"So that night." The smile on Xiaokui's face widened, "Master Cthulhu, let half of the people of Luming County be buried with their beloved sacrifice, Bai Liu,"
"It came to these people's dreams, looking directly at their souls. These lusty beasts couldn't face the eyes of the evil god. They went crazy in their dreams and committed suicide."
"This is the first time I have seen an evil god kill someone."