Final priesthood.

Chapter 76 sacrifice

Lu Yuan kept pushing the door, his whole body frozen in place.

His eyes stared blankly at the scene in the room, motionless.
A few seconds later, he walked in and gently closed the door.

Lu Yuan stood quietly at the door of the room, a hundred-watt incandescent lamp illuminating the entire room clearly.

blood.

There were traces of blood everywhere on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Dark red, dry and hard.

The smell of blood was so strong that it choked the nose.

A woman was kneeling in the center of the room with her back to Lu Yuan.

She is dead.

The skin on the entire back was peeled off, and the chest cavity was opened from behind, but it was empty inside.

Around the woman, there are strange patterns, lines, and symbols painted with blood. Some of them even look like children's graffiti.

The whole scene looked like a bloody and extremely cruel sacrificial ceremony.

And women are the sacrifices that are slaughtered like cattle and sheep in this ceremony!

"Uh--"

The calmness on Lu Yuan's face could no longer be maintained, and his stomach lurched slightly.

Thanks to the fact that he has tried many methods of killing ratmen in his conscious space, he has seen the scenes of those bloody organs being dumped on the ground like garbage.

The nerves have been strengthened a little.

I didn't vomit on the spot now.

"hiss--"

Lu Yuan wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but immediately stopped after inhaling a large amount of fishy smell.

He held his nose and walked around the room a little, and then found a pile of burnt things in the corner of the room.

It is estimated that it was the clothes of the woman before she was alive, and a purse that had been burnt to almost two-thirds.

Lu Yuan fiddled with his feet and barely made out a few letters on the strap of the bag.

"HAL"

It seems to be a luxury brand.

It was obvious that the woman whose internal organs had been ripped out and used as paint was not a native of this area.

Maybe a young white-collar worker working in a high-end office building in the city?

Lu Yuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the screen and found that there was still no signal.

He took a few pictures of the woman's body and the room, then backed out of the room.

"Cuckoo-"

The corridor on the second floor was lit, and there was no one there except Lu Yuan.

He heard a noise from below and looked down.

It was found that the man in the vest and another person who were in the living room just now were holding something like a dustpan, feeding the crows in the front yard like chickens.

Lu Yuan couldn't see what was in the dustpan, and the two of them didn't notice him.

He watched for a while, then walked grandly into the second room on the second floor.

The second room is similar.

It was also a bloody and cruel sacrificial scene, with all kinds of strange symbols painted on the walls and floor.

But this time it was a man who was sacrificed.

Looks very strong.

But he was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, and his head was cut off.

Lu Yuan continued to take photos, and then exited the room.

He went from room to room.

After finishing walking on the second floor, I went up to the third floor.

Every room was the same bloody scene.

The higher you go, the fresher the corpses and bloodstains become, and the colder Lu Yuan's face becomes.

Even he himself can clearly feel it.

In his chest, there seemed to be an oppressive and cold air flowing around him.

Continuously accumulate.
It could explode at any time.

In a cramped and dimly lit room, there must be a problem with the fluorescent tubes in this room. The light flickers and flickers, which is completely different from the glare of the previous rooms.

Lu Yuan squatted down and gently fiddled with the pile of blackened ashes on the ground with half of the mosquito coil he picked up on the stairs.

He pulled out a half-burnt ID card from the charred mess.

The portrait photo on the ID card can no longer be seen clearly, the one in the name column.
"List"

Lu Yuan read the first character, but the second character was burnt, and he could barely make out a radical of "阝".

"Chen Chen."

Suddenly a light flashed in Lu Yuan's mind, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the corpse in the center of the room.

"Chen Yang?!"

He remembered the weeping woman he had seen at the entrance of Yuanwu Hall, pestering Lin Zhiqin, and kept saying "Chen Yang, my Chen Yang".

The sacrifice in this room was indeed a male.

very young.

All limbs were broken.

All the facial features were cut off, leaving a pair of empty eye sockets staring up at the ceiling silently.

"Is it the same person?"

Lu Yuan didn't know.

But it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

He watched silently for a while, threw away the mosquito coil in his hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

This is the last room on the third floor.

The rest is the fourth floor.

Along the way, Lu Yuan entered no less than ten rooms, and saw no less than ten corpses in different shapes.

He thought he was going numb.

But when he walked into the first room on the fourth floor, his heart still felt uncomfortable as if someone had grabbed him hard.

The first room on the fourth floor is very large.

It is also a bloody slaughterhouse-like picture, full of weird and strange line symbols everywhere.

The only difference is.

In the ceremonial center of this room, four corpses kneel.

Three adults and one child.

All had their heads chopped off and held in front of their chests with both hands.

A wooden stake penetrated from the bottom of the chest to support them and prevent them from falling.

On the ground in front of the corpse, there was a sharp knife with a horn that was more than a foot long, and something was firmly nailed to the ground.

Lu Yuan walked over step by step and saw clearly that it was a photo.

The blood-stained photo showed a family of five - a young couple holding a little girl.

Behind them stood an older couple.

Among them, the man with dark skin and a simple smile, like an old farmer, was clearly the man in the vest that Lu Yuan had seen down there before, who ordered people to beat up Wang Zhichao!
Next to the photo, there was a line of words written in blood - dedicated to... the great Zong Gao's Ya Shen!

Lu Yuan looked at these crooked words intently, and even made two wrong handwritings.

In his mind, he pictured a man in a vest cutting off the heads of his close relatives one by one, arranging them neatly, and then using his rough hands that had been working for most of his life, dipped in blood and wrote these words seriously on the ground.

Perhaps in the end, I was afraid that I was not sincere enough, so I specially nailed the family photos I treasured in front of the corpse.
Lu Yuan looked at the photo in front of him, his eyes flickered, as if something in his heart was about to burst out.

"call--"

Suddenly, a strong stench was blown head-on.

Lu Yuan looked up and saw that the window facing the sun in this room was not closed, and the black curtains were blown by the wind.

He strode up and opened the curtains.

The stench that had been lingering in his mouth and nose since he stepped into the courtyard suddenly became many times stronger.

He looked down from the window.

All I saw was a huge septic tank full of crows.

The rotten and whitened stumps of broken arms were faintly revealed in the pool.
Lu Yuan stood in front of the window sill in a daze for a long time.

The dry and hot wind, with the smell of corpses and bird droppings, kept blowing on his face.

"brute."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes, as if talking to himself.

Open again.

There was only complete coldness in his eyes.

"Damn."

He turned around calmly and walked towards the door step by step.

(End of this chapter)