Chapter 265: Fallen Angel and Red Phantom! The Deities

"So there's that kind of meaning…"

Su Ming squinted slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Where is this place?

Sakura Country.

It lies at the foot of Takamagahara, famed for its eight million deities, and is the Huangquan Night Market of the Hundred Demons Night Parade.

In a copy so ultra‑xenophobic, with culture and belief twisted to the extreme, the centerpiece of this C‑position offering…

Turns out it isn't Amaterasu, nor Izanagi, and not even a Jizo Statue.

But a typical one, steeped in heavy Western Gothic—

Fallen Angel?

That's no longer just a matter of art style breaking down.

It's like walking into a supposedly century‑old authentic Chongqing hot‑pot restaurant.

Only to have the main dish served be a half‑cooked, dead‑eyes‑staring star‑gazing pie.

It's not just unpalatable.

It's also a stark…

invasion and humiliation.

"What does that mean?"

"Can we interpret it as… the old home of Sakura Country was actually stolen long ago?"

NTR?!

"Or is this some sort of collaboration or dependence?!"

Xiao Riz, apparently still that Xiao Riz who likes to admire the strong, his knees a bit shaky.

And…

What exactly does this so‑called feast refer to?!

I originally thought it was just a top‑tier underground auction.

But looking at the current setup…

It seems different, not that simple!

"Let's take it one step at a time; we're already here, let's watch the show first."

Before the words finished…

Clang—!!!

A sharp, mournful string note suddenly rang out.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

The thousands upon thousands of glass lanterns overhead went out one by one in an instant.

The entire theater plunged into darkness so thick you couldn't see your own hand.

Immediately after.

Bang—!

At the very center of the stage, a harsh white spotlight pierced the darkness, bathing the Headless Fallen Angel Statue.

"Woo—"

"Wuu—"

A low whimper, half‑crying half‑laughing, like wind slipping through a crack in the Hell Gate.

On both sides of the stage, crimson curtains slowly unfurled.

There was no host, no opening announcement.

Countless red paper pieces, like leaves whipped up by a gale, fluttered up onto the stage.

Then, they bizarrely stitched and reassembled.

Only for a few dozen seconds.

Dozens of dancers dressed in bright red kimonos, yet lacking any facial features.

They stood on the stage as if cut out from paper.

Their forms were extremely thin, like a layer of cicada wings.

Yet their movements were unnaturally agile, exuding an indescribable eerie beauty.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The shamisen's melody quickened.

Those red paper dancers moved.

Long sleeves waved, toes tapped the ground, waists twisted into exaggerated angles.

They began to dance!

"The stage design… is a bit underworld."

In the global live stream, viewers in the paid section felt chills down their spines, their San values plummeting.

But that sense of bizarre excitement still outweighed the fear.

"Honestly, those Hollywood horror makers should kneel and bow to this screenwriter twice."

"Now that's professionalism! Two Excellent‑grade prop tickets, this round isn't a loss!"

"Such underworld art, only Xiao Riz can see it here!"

"Look at the lead dancer, that twisted waist… tsk tsk, even though it's a Paper Doll Person, the body proportions are flawless!"

"Brother upstairs, you're really hungry!"

The comment barrage erupted in wild celebration.

After all, separated by a screen, one cannot smell that nauseating sweet‑and‑fishy odor.

Nor can one feel that chill deep in the soul.

Just treat this as an Excellent, immersive drama!

However.

Su Ming, seated at the C position, had his smile fade a bit, his expression growing more serious.

The Eye of Truth tore apart all disguises.

Is that a Paper Doll Person?

No.

It's damn clearly sheets that have been completely peeled off, specially air‑dried—

Human skin!

And they're not dead skin.

In the golden view, those vivid red patterns are not dye at all.

They are, beneath the dermis, still filament‑thin capillaries that faintly pulse!

They are sewn together with a special Grievance Silk Thread, and within each piece of skin…

Each seals a living person's Sheng soul!

They are screaming.

They are wailing.

In extreme agony, forced to twist their bodies—already no longer their own—along with that eerie string music.

Using this torturous pain to please the cannibalistic monsters in the audience!

The so‑called big red kimono…

Is merely a bunch of blood‑soaked husks!

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Reward!"

At that moment, the frontmost seat on the left side of the audience.

Yu Zao Qian, the creature with three heads perched on its neck, suddenly let out a coquettish laugh.

The laugh was seductive to the bone, yet made everyone shiver all over.

"These skin shadows have good color, fresh, and enough Grievance!"

"Looks like the chef this time put in effort."

Saying that, its slender fingers gave a light snap.

A few still‑beating Human Hearts, like tipped gratuities, were tossed onto the stage.

Clack!

Fresh blood splattered!

The Paper Doll Persons on stage, as if they smelled the scent, moved instantly in a frantic, twisted manner.

Several dancers pounced, devouring those Human Hearts completely.

The red kimono instantly became even more vivid and dripping.

"Ugh…"

In the corner, a follower from Sakura Country finally broke down.

Even those accustomed to life and death cannot suppress the physiological nausea when faced with such art.

This is not merely cruelty.

It is contempt!

It is trampling!

"Today's high society really does play more flamboyantly than we did back then."

Su Ming let out a cold laugh, his eyes icy.

But he did not move.

Because the performance was still ongoing.

Moreover, the plot seems to have entered the true Climax.

The stage lights suddenly shifted from pallid white to scarlet.

Those Human Skin Dancers, like mad demons, suddenly froze.

The next moment.

They formed a circle, moving in unison, and knelt down together.

"Hm?"

Su Ming was startled.

What kind of ritual is this?

In the center of the circle, a golden sphere rose slowly.

Its radiance was dazzling and warm.

Somewhat like a representation of the sun.

Representing the Legendary supreme deity of Sakura Country—Amaterasu?!

However, the next second.

Boom—!

Above the stage, a Black Shadow as black as ink descended without any warning.

Its shape was strikingly similar to that headless Fallen Angel statue.

Countless black, slick tentacles instantly coiled around the golden sun.

There was no fierce resistance.

There was also no Epic showdown.

It was like crushing a stinky bug, or popping a balloon.

That Black Shadow, before all the believers and all the Audience, forcefully crushed the golden sphere representing the deity…

Crushed it!

Bang!

Golden dust scattered, the light extinguished.

The deity… fell!

Immediately thereafter.

The black tentacles did not retract, but turned into cold chains.

They were directly looped around the necks of every Human Skin Dancer kneeling on the ground!

Snap.

The chains tightened!

All the dancers were forced to lift their heads, assuming the most humble, most humiliating posture of submission!

The monsters watched with great excitement.

But the human camp was dead silent, a chill ran through everyone.

This damn…

What is it trying to convey?!