Chapter 46: I Feel Inferior to Even One Strand of the Abyss God

Outside the Saintess Valley.

Wu Wang and Wu Xiaoyou were walking back toward the village.

For the first half of the journey, the two remained silent.

Especially Wu Xiaoyou.

Having witnessed the horrific scenes provided by those Saintess ghost shadows just now, she held the utmost malice toward the entire village; especially when she thought of the old village head's wrinkled face that looked like a Shar-Pei when he smiled, she felt so nauseous she wanted to vomit.

"Um... why did the village head treat the Saintess like this? There's no need to torture her so much before the Offering, right?"

Halfway there, Wu Xiaoyou couldn't help but ask.

As far as she knew, the Great Yin Bond Sacrifice only required offering the Saintess's heart to the Great God of Yin Bond.

The torture beforehand was entirely the village head's own doing.

"Because the current situation cannot fill the chasm of his desire, he can only soothe his twisted heart through others' suffering." Wu Wang replied expressionlessly.

Of course, he knew why.

That old bastard didn't have a penis!

It was equivalent to being a eunuch for two hundred years; whenever a new Saintess was selected, he could have freely toyed with her before the sacrifice, but alas, he lacked the tool for the crime.

He could only satisfy his long-suppressed twisted heart by inflicting torture-like physical agony and watching the other party scream hoarsely in agony.

"Dead pervert..."

Hearing the muttering of the person beside him, Wu Wang smiled slightly and comforted her: "Don't worry, very soon he will truly be a 'dead' pervert, I guarantee it."

Having said that, he suddenly bent down.

He took something of a strange appearance from his pocket and casually dug a hole to bury it.

Wu Xiaoyou was already used to it.

In fact, on the way down the mountain last night, the other party had also buried a dozen or so of these things on the road; she had curiously asked what they were.

She only received the other party's mysterious answer: "These are magical tools to be used in a moment."

She stopped paying attention then.

Not long after, they returned to the Yin Bond Village.

The old village head had been waiting in the ancestral hall for a long time.

He wanted to hear that madman explain what "Offering himself" meant.

There was clearly a ready-made Saintess available here!

But as soon as they met and he opened his mouth, he was met with the other party's loud questioning.

"What's the use of offering a Saintess? That's just a repetition of the suffering from the previous two hundred years; what you are doing this time is replacing the Great God of Yin Bond! Can you broaden your horizons?" Wu Wang's tone was unusually firm.

"Hor... horizons?" The old village head was a bit confused.

Wu Wang, who hadn't even taken a sip of water since coming down the mountain, spoke with great fervor: "He is in the sky! You can never replace him while you are underground, unless we find a way to pull him down! The Saintess cannot do it, but I can!"

"You saw it yesterday; I have a way to escape even in a situation where death is certain."

"Just imagine, if the Offering slips away from the Great God of Yin Bond's own hands, will He not be enraged by shame? Will He not come down to wipe us out completely? Can't you then use the aura of that existence to replace Him?"

The old bastard who hadn't left the village in two hundred years didn't understand what PUA was.

But he felt his heart beating fast now, a surge of hot blood rushing to his heart!

Right! This makes perfect sense!

If the Great God of Yin Bond doesn't come down, how can I replace Him?

Yesterday, he indeed witnessed this madman's skills; his body was pierced by bone spikes, his life force was drained by curses, yet he still appeared lively and well at the village banquet to cause trouble.

"But, how will you act as the Offering?" The old village head did not completely lose his reason due to the surge of excitement.

He remembered trying this over a hundred years ago; unless a woman was born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour, she simply could not become an Offering.

The Great God of Yin Bond would not accept it at all.

The original Zhang Sanfeng was already the only exception; he was not only the child of a Saintess, but his birth time also met the requirements.

But even so, his role was merely to prevent the Great God of Yin Bond from getting angry.

The blessings that would appear in previous years simply would not occur.

"I have this! Look."

Having said that, Wu Wang rolled up his sleeves and pointed his red vertical pupils at the old village head to show them.

His figure moved silently to block Wu Xiaoyou's line of sight, so she wouldn't see the Abyss God Mark.

The mental pollution of this thing is something ordinary people cannot withstand; the old bastard, after all, had been polluted by the aura for thirty years just like Principal Wang, so one look from him should be fine.

"Vroom—"

Even so, the old village head still felt as if his skull was about to explode.

Terrified, he immediately turned his gaze away.

But he discovered that the other party's figure and appearance had already transformed into the form of Little Madman; even he couldn't see any difference, and the other party even possessed the conditions of being born with "Yin Bond."

"High! Truly high!" The old village head gave a thumbs-up, then said awkwardly: "Then... how should I absorb the aura of that existence?"

Wu Wang revealed a mysterious smile.

He fumbled in his crotch and pulled out a strange ring.

"This is the Leg-Extending Eye-Rolling Pill... oh no, wrong channel, this is a mysterious ring I obtained by chance; previously, an old grandpa who could refine pills and release white cold fire was lodging inside it."

Wu Wang handed it over.

He continued explaining: "Unfortunately, that old grandpa seems to have been rescued by a buddy surnamed Xiao, leaving only this storage ring behind; it can absorb the aura of that existence."

It was a pure white ring.

This was the qualification ring given by Principal Wang to Teacher Yao for investigation in 【Runaway Police】.

When Wu Wang left the other party's office at that time, he actually stole it using the 【Shadow Mutual Combat Technique】.

It was originally just a habitual backup measure, like a voice recorder.

Who would have thought it could actually bring forth a dungeon?

This is the ring Principal Wang Xiao once used to preserve the Breath of the Abyssal God; it's perfect for scamming the Old Village Head.

"This... such a divine object..." The Old Village Head, after taking it, was so excited he became incoherent.

Wu Xiaoyou, with a strange expression, asked curiously, "Why is it called a Storage Ring?"

She was a modern person who knew this meme!

Wu Wang pondered for two seconds and said:

"Maybe because it goes 'na na na'."

Old Village Head: "?"

Wu Xiaoyou: "?"

What kind of cuteness are you trying to sell?!

Although he hesitated for a moment, the Old Village Head could indeed feel the ring's extraordinary nature; especially after putting it on, the dizziness from staring directly at the red vertical pupil earlier had lessened considerably.

This ring is truly useful!

"By the way, must the sacrifice wait until the night after tomorrow?" Wu Wang asked curiously.

The Old Village Head shook his head and said, "No need; actually, the sacrifice can be performed anytime within these three days, even right now."

"Then why does it always wait until the last day? Why make such a huge fuss for the first two days?"

To this, the Old Village Head said indifferently, "It just makes it feel more ceremonial. The villagers believe in this; otherwise, how could the greatness of the Great God of Yin Fate be demonstrated? They need to convince themselves."

"Oh, feudal superstition..."

Wu Wang's voice grew even lower and colder.

He hated such deceptive things very much.

It seems the road to popularizing "Speak Science, Break Superstition" is still very long.

"Then let's go to the ancestral hall now, to avoid trouble arising from delay," Wu Wang suggested.

The Old Village Head thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

He really didn't want to wait even a single second!

Freedom... the freedom he had longed for!

The three of them moved to the ancestral hall.

The Old Village Head carefully removed those human skins, locked them in a certain box, and then took a plate from before the offering table and handed it to Wu Wang.

Wu Wang asked in confusion, "Must the heart be placed on this for the sacrifice?"

He suddenly realized—he couldn't do it.

If he took out his heart, he seemed like he would immediately revive, and the heart in the plate would vanish and return to his body.

Regarding his question,

the Old Village Head was now speaking without holding anything back.

He immediately explained, "Oh, no, that's not needed. As long as you stab this dagger into your heart, you will be able to see the Great God of Yin Fate. He will draw your soul in and absorb it. Putting it in the plate was also a ritual I fabricated."

Having said that, he handed over a dagger that didn't know how much blood it had stained, and which had never been cleaned, resulting in a body that was entirely dark red.

The moment it was taken out, Wu Xiaoyou felt the wails of those Holy Maidens seem to echo from the dagger.

Her fist unconsciously clenched tight.

"OK, then there's no problem."

"Do you need me to help..."

Pfft—

Before the Old Village Head could finish speaking,

he already saw the other party turn the dagger around and thrust it fiercely straight into their own heart; the force was so great that only the hilt remained outside the body.

Even the Old Village Head, who had killed countless people, felt a shiver in his heart.

Someone really can be this ruthless to themselves!

He didn't even hesitate?

So, he unconsciously asked, "You... how do you feel?"

At this moment, Wu Wang's life hung by a thread, his eyes gradually dimming. In a daze, he saw the sky outside the ancestral hall tear open a fissure, from which a pair of slender arms, with skin like congealed fat, extended.

Mental pollution instantly filled his soul.

It wanted to pull him toward the position of the arms.

He forced out a disdainful smile and mocked:

"I feel... He is not even as good as a single hair of the Abyssal God..."