novelhk Chapter 52 Three Steps and One Whip - Divinely Gifted Flesh
Chapter 52 Three Steps and One Whip - Divinely Gifted Flesh
Lu Dan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the whip.
As soon as he held the whip, he felt its cold, slippery texture, and his fingers unconsciously touched the copper bell on it.
The brain is still processing the things in front of it—one second it was thinking about who stole the bullets, the next second it was forced to take on the role of a "horse driver".
"Adan, what are you waiting for? The auspicious time waits for no one!"
The village chief, his face covered in rotting flesh, approached, his eyes gleaming green.
Before Lu Dan could respond, it made a gurgling sound like a toad from deep in its throat, and its long, purplish-black tongue scooped up a bowl of black water from the ground: "Drink it, only by drinking will you have the strength to carry the immortals."
The foul-smelling black liquid was roughly poured into Ye Jianguo's mouth as he knelt on the ground. His throat sloshed as he swallowed the liquid.
"Cough cough cough—"
Ye Jianguo's body jolted violently, his eyes snapped open, his pupils filled with a murky gray-white, his mouth gaped open, and his jawbone cracked.
A suppressed, deep voice burst forth from his chest: "Twins! Separated by Yin and Yang! White-robed ones, ferry me across the Gate of Helplessness!"
This old-fashioned tone sent chills down Lu Dan's spine.
As the lyrics ended, the black mist hovering atop the old locust tree seemed to find an outlet and crashed down.
The black mist churned and slammed into Ye Jianguo's back, quickly solidifying and hardening.
Lu Dan finally saw clearly what exactly was that thing that had been riding on his neck last night.
A headless body, dressed in a large, pale white theatrical robe, with nothing underneath, had two withered legs tightly clamped around Ye Jianguo's neck.
His neck was smooth as a mirror, with only a pale arm extending from his collar, its five fingers spread, pressing against Ye Jianguo's crown, as if trying to force his soul back into his body.
The sleeve on the other side appeared unusually wide, hanging to the ground, and was hollow inside.
"go ahead."
The voice, neither male nor female, exploded in my mind again.
The kneeling villagers received the decree, their foreheads slamming heavily onto the muddy ground, producing dull thuds that rose and fell like a dense drumbeat.
"Beat him!" The village chief rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "Adan, beat him harder! A horse won't move unless you whip it, and a god won't be happy unless he's shaken!"
Lu Dan's hand, gripping the whip, bulged with veins.
Although he still doesn't know who the man in front of him is, it's very likely that he was his teammate from earlier in the day.
Moreover, this behavior of treating people like animals and whipping them seriously challenges his bottom line.
However, that strange force of control within his body surged up again, and his right hand rose uncontrollably high.
The moment the whip fell, Lu Dan flicked his wrist with all his might, using only seven-tenths of his strength, just to make a sound and cause a minor injury.
"Crack!" The whip struck Ye Jianguo's bare back, leaving a bloody welt.
Ye Jianguo's body trembled violently, a trace of pain flashed in his gray eyes, and then he slowly crawled forward.
"What a fine whipping technique!" the village chief exclaimed, hooking his arm around the village chief and leading the way, banging the gong in his hand loudly as he walked.
"Three steps, one whip—the gods rejoice and bestow meat—!"
The line began to slowly incline.
Lu Dan felt that he was not a person with an independent will, but a controlled execution machine.
One step, two steps, three steps, "Crack!" The whip fell, tearing flesh and blood splattering onto Lu Dan's face, warm and sticky.
Ye Jianguo crawled along the village road full of gravel, his knees already raw and bleeding, but he showed no sign of stopping.
The headless white robe on his back bent his spine.
Lu Dan mechanically swung his arm, and with each strike, his heart clenched.
He forced himself to calm down, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in front of him as he surveyed his surroundings. This was no ordinary parade; the headless god was searching for something.
Last night it was the woman in my own room, who will it be tonight?
The procession wound its way along the desolate village road. After an unknown amount of time, the village chief, who was leading the way, stopped, and the sound of the gong abruptly ceased.
Lu Dan looked up and his eyelids twitched wildly; it was his house again.
This time, however, the main room door was wide open. A strong stench of blood wafted out, even overpowering the stench of decay emanating from the villagers nearby.
"Squeak—"
At the threshold, a fat hand reached out, gripping the bluestone slab on the ground, its fingernails curling up. Then, a massive body, like a worm, slowly inclined out.
He looked terrible. The wound on his leg, which had been covered with black ointment, had not only failed to heal but had become even more ulcerated, with pus and blood flowing all over the floor. His eyes were unfocused, and he was clearly delirious, muttering to himself, "Save me, team leader, save me—"
Ye Jianguo knelt on the ground. Upon hearing this voice, his head, which was being held down, seemed to want to lift up, but the "headless god" on his back suddenly exerted force, pressing his face firmly into the soil.
"Hmph!" A disdainful snort echoed in his mind; the "headless god" seemed dissatisfied with the piece of meat.
The surrounding villagers held their breath, craning their necks and making impatient swallowing sounds.
Although it seemed to dislike it, it did not intend to waste it, and its wide sleeves rose up again like a giant python opening its mouth.
This time, Lu Dan saw clearly what was inside the sleeve—countless tiny, wriggling red buds.
"call!"
The sleeve fell, instantly enveloping the still crawling Lu. A series of clicking sounds rang out, and in just over ten seconds, the sleeve flicked and fell back to the ground.
"Splash!"
A pool of blood mixed with bits of flesh and internal organs was vomited out; this was the last trace that Da Lu left in the world.
"Thank you for the divine gift!"
The villagers were once again in the prelude to a frenzy, their greedy eyes fixed on the pile of meat on the ground.
But this time, they didn't pounce; hundreds of eyes were fixed on Lu Dan.
Lu Dan felt a chill rush to his brain.
The village chief pulled out a chipped, broken porcelain bowl from somewhere and carefully scooped out a bowl of blood and flesh, including half a finger.
Holding the steaming bowl of meat in both hands, it walked shakily to Lu Dan, its face beaming with a smile like a chrysanthemum in bloom.
"Adan, you're the hero who drove the horses. According to the rules, you get to eat this first piece of lucky meat."
The village chief handed the bowl forward, half a finger bobbing in the bloody water, the fingertip pointing right at Lu Dan's nose.
"Eat up! Only when the gods are happy will the whole village be able to drink the soup!"
The villagers' eyes grew increasingly green and fierce.
Lu Dan could hear them grinding their teeth.
If he didn't eat it, the evil spirits of this village would tear him to pieces in an instant. If he did eat it, looking at the bowl of red and white stuff, his stomach churned violently.
Putting aside whether or not one would vomit, eating this kind of thing in such a bizarre script would definitely trigger some kind of fatal curse or mutation.
This is a dead end.
The original character, Ah Dan, is probably here. He was either driven mad or assimilated, eventually becoming a walking corpse in this village.
Lu Dan's fingers trembled slightly. He slowly bent down, his fingertips touching the hard slingshot handle. He stomped his left foot lightly, and his "roommate" at his ankle felt the intense resentment contained in the flesh and blood, and emitted a restless desire.
"Are you going to fight to the death?"