Chapter 604

Lu Jianuo opened his eyes, pulled open the door of the suite with a hollow gaze, and walked into the empty corridor where only the sound of waves echoed.

At this time, except for the sailors on night watch, everyone had entered their dreams.

Lu Jianuo dragged his feet and walked forward, the kerosene wall lamps on both sides shining at intervals, coexisting with the dimness.

He walked to the end of this floor and stopped in front of a vermilion wooden door.

Creak, the wooden door slowly opened backward, the darkness inside thick, as if it could swallow all the light.

Lu Jianuo passed through that darkness with a wooden expression and entered the room. Behind him, the vermilion wooden door was pulled by an invisible hand and closed bit by bit.

This was a suite. The living room and dining room were not lit, nor were any candles lit, relying purely on the faint crimson moonlight through the curtains to bring a pitifully small amount of visibility.

Two dark shadows stood beside the dining table. One of them was clearly advanced in age, with golden hair that was mostly gray and white, and blue eyes that were dark and profound, as if stained by the night.

Except for the many deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his skin condition was still quite good, and he was wearing a loose, deep-black robe.

The figure beside the old man was clearly Enio, the pale-faced, brown-haired, brown-eyed strange patient who had visited Lu Jianuo earlier that night.

He was still deathly still, the only bit of luster in his eyes had already been lost, and he looked at the long table where no tableware had been placed with unfocused eyes.

Lu Jianuo, who was like a sleepwalker, stood beside Enio, exceptionally quiet.

The old man in the loose black robe turned his head and looked at Enio.

This patient immediately walked to the dining table, climbed up, and lay on it motionless.

The old man with graying golden hair took out a sharp scalpel, unbuttoned Enio's woolen coat, cashmere sweater, and cotton shirt, and pressed the sharp weapon between the other party's chest and abdomen.

Amidst the sound of tearing, he sliced open several layers of flesh and made a very long wound.

As the chest and abdominal cavities were opened, the situation inside Enio's body was exposed to the crimson moonlight.

It was empty inside; there was no stomach, no lungs, no small or large intestines, and no liver or kidneys. Only a bright red heart was still beating weakly, with a few blood vessels extending from it.

The old man in the deep-black robe reached the sharp scalpel inside, while his other hand pressed down with a faint light.

After a few movements that made it hard for the eyes to keep up, his left hand withdrew, holding that bright red heart that was still beating slightly.

Enio's chest and abdomen were completely empty, with only a few blood vessels hanging down without any liquid spraying out.

The old man then closed the incision, pinched it tight, and used the flashing faint light to close it completely.

Enio's stomach immediately returned to normal, without leaving any scars.

This special patient kept his eyes open the whole time, as if the one being operated on wasn't himself.

At this time, he rolled off the dining table, walked slowly with hollow eyes toward the door, and left the room.

The old man opened the suitcase placed beside his feet and took out one glass jar after another.

Each glass jar contained light amber liquid, with different organs floating inside: spleen, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines...

The old man in the loose black robe placed these things on the dining table in a certain specific order, surrounding the bright red heart that was still beating slightly.

Immediately after, the old man with graying golden hair stepped back and chanted a certain ancient, evil, yet exceptionally intimate language.

As this unknown, whispering sound echoed, those internal organs were supported by invisible power and rose slowly.

The positions where they finally stopped were high and low, as if restoring the state of a human's internal organs when standing.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, etc., all lit up with faint light at the same time, vaguely outlining a body—a body without a head, without limbs, and without a skeleton to cover the flesh.

That body became more and more real, more and more formed.

A baby's cry of "Wah" rang out, weak but real.

But in the end, the body twisted, squirmed, decomposed, and collapsed on the dining table.

Seeing this, the old man in the loose black robe sighed regretfully.

But for some reason, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were much fewer than just now, and they weren't as deep, and a large part of the graying hair on his head had turned back to light gold.

He had become seven or eight years younger all at once.

Feeling his own good state, the old man cast his gaze toward Lu Jianuo.

Lu Jianuo seemed to be summoned by something, moved step by step to the dining table, lay on it, opened his eyes, and waited quietly.

The old man unbuttoned Lu Jianuo's linen shirt, picked up the scalpel placed beside him, and gestured a few times between the "doctor's" chest and abdomen, seemingly determining where it was better to cut.

Just at this time, the old man heard a loud bang.

That vermilion door opened backward and hit the wall heavily.

A large amount of crimson flames poured into the room, lit up the darkness, climbed up the walls, and occupied the ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, this place had become a hell of flames.

Lu Mian, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, a cotton shirt, a black vest, and dark trousers, appeared at the door and walked into the suite step by step.

He looked at the old man in the loose black robe and asked in a flat tone:

"Don't you know he's my servant?"

The old man's gaze froze, and he was about to lower the scalpel to hold it against Lu Jianuo's neck.

But his right hand couldn't move down even half an inch, as if it were being held by an invisible force and pushed upward.

Lu Mian stopped in the rising crimson flames, not in a hurry to make a move, and said with great interest:

"That surgery just now was quite interesting—taking away someone else's internal organs while keeping them alive, just gradually dying.

"And you used those internal organs to complete a ritual, making yourself much younger while almost creating a strange life."

The old man's blue eyes, stained with a bit of darkness, revealed a look of surprise:

"How did you know?"

Didn't you just find your servant and come here?

And no one had indeed entered before!

Lu Mian laughed:

"You don't need to know."

I still have a few hours of "Viceroy of the Sea" authority. Isn't it easy to "see" what I want in this sea area?

The old man felt Lu Mian's confidence, determination, relaxation, and attitude of not showing any aggressiveness, and fell silent for a few seconds before saying:

"Life is the most precious, so life is also the best sacrifice, the best material."

He didn't explain the surgery and ritual in detail, just expounded on his own philosophy and the truth he was pursuing.

Praising life while desecrating life? Lu Mian raised an eyebrow, vaguely feeling a sense of familiarity.

This reminded him of the "Lady Moon," "Lady Night," and that gang of "Great Mother" gift-receivers.

Lu Mian carefully looked at the old man in the black robe behind the dining table a few times, confirmed that he wasn't a woman, and temporarily put down the tension that had suddenly emerged.

He looked down at Lu Jianuo, who was lying on the dining table with hollow eyes, and asked as if chatting:

"How did you control my servant?"

The old man looked at Lu Mian with deep eyes, seemingly speculating on the true intention of this person, and weighing whether to take the opportunity to spread the truth or fight a battle first to see if he could directly extinguish the problem.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice:

"He is a kin of the 'Great Mother.' He heard the cry of the Son of God."

"Great Mother"? As soon as Lu Mian heard this title, his scalp went numb.

If it weren't for the authority of the "Viceroy of the Sea," he would have already attacked with all his might, not giving the other party a chance to speak or prepare.

Anyway, if he killed him, he could still "spirit channel," and he could still feed Ludwig!

Regarding the old man calling Lu Jianuo a kin of the Great Mother, Lu Mian was surprised at first, then ruled out the literal meaning.

He was very sure that Lu Jianuo was a human and didn't have any alien bloodline.

—After Lu Jianuo was injured in the Solo Hotel, his scattered blood was collected by Jenna and "Mirror Divination" was performed according to Lu Mian's subsequent instructions.

Lu Mian soon guessed the true meaning of the old man:

"Are Beyonders of the 'Planter' pathway all kin of the 'Great Mother'?

"Where does this put the 'Mother Earth' Church? 'Planter' is the main pathway of the 'Mother Earth' Church...

"Could it be... that 'Great Mother' is like the Celestial Worthy, like Mr. 'Fool,' the pinnacle of multiple pathways? 'Planter' and 'Sower'? The names are quite related..."

As thoughts raced in Lu Mian's mind, what he cared about more was the existence of the "Son of God," which reminded him of the empty baby cradle in Cordu Village, reminded him of the honorific title of "Lady Moon" nurturing gods...

Damn it, why is it that whenever I encounter matters of the "Great Mother," I can't get away from children, Sons of God, and babies? Does that one like giving birth to children that much? Lu Mian smiled calmly on the surface:

"Your Son of God doesn't seem to have truly been born yet."

The old man in the loose black robe became fanatical:

"He has already been born in the Spirit World, but he cannot enter the real world yet.

"Didn't you notice? He only revealed his form and made me several years younger. If he were truly born, I would immediately recover my youth!"

Who knows what kind of evil thing you're making... Lu Mian muttered to himself and said:

"With only such a ritual of little life, you still want to shape a body for the Son of God?"

The old man was stunned for a moment:

"This is a ritual obtained from the revelation of the 'Great Mother'; it must be effective!"

Lu Mian laughed:

"That Enio is clearly an ordinary person; the effect of the ritual will definitely not be good. If you change to a Beyonder with rich life radiance, the result might be completely different."

The old man instinctively agreed:

"Yes, so I wanted to try your servant's internal organs..."

Speaking of this, the old man stopped, his gaze looking at Lu Mian with vigilance.

Lu Mian proposed a suggestion with a bright smile:

"Have you considered sacrificing your own internal organs?

"If you don't treat yourself as a sacrifice, how can you embody your piety to the 'Great Mother' and your worship of that Son of God?

"Don't worry, the Son of God will resurrect you and give you youth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mian condensed a ball of emerald green brilliance in his right hand.

(End of chapter)