Final priesthood

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, on the floor, on the ceiling.

Dark red, already dry and hard.

The smell of blood was so strong that it choked my 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 was opened from behind, but there was nothing inside.

Around the woman, there are strange patterns, lines, 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!

"Well--"

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

Thanks to the fact that he had tried many ways to torture and kill ratmen in his conscious space, and had seen images of blood and organs dumped on the ground like garbage.

The nerves have been strengthened a little.

Now I didn't vomit on the spot.

"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.

They were probably the woman's clothes before she died, and a leather bag that had been burned almost two-thirds.

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

"H..A.....L....."

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 photos of the woman's body and the room, then backed out of the room.

"Gu Gu Gu——"

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

He heard a noise from below and looked down.

I found that the man in the vest and another person who were in the living room just now were holding dustpan-like things and feeding the crows in the front yard like chickens.

Lu Yuan couldn't see clearly what was in the dustpan, and neither of them noticed 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 the person being sacrificed was a man.

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 blood stains become, and the colder and harder Lu Yuan's face becomes.

Even he could feel it clearly.

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

Keep accumulating...

It could break out at any time.

...

In a cramped and dark room, there was probably something wrong with the fluorescent tube in this room. The light flickered, which was not at all as dazzling as in 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, and the name column...

"List..."

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

"Chen Chen..."

A light suddenly flashed in Lu Yuan's mind, and he subconsciously looked up at the corpse in the center of the room.

"Chen Yang?!"

He remembered the crying 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 is 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?"

I don’t know how far away I am.

But it doesn't seem to matter now.

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.

All that's left is the fourth floor.

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

He thought he was going numb.

But when I walked into the first room on the fourth floor, my heart still felt as if someone had pinched me hard.

The first room on the fourth floor is very large.

It's the same bloody slaughterhouse-like scene, with weird and strange line symbols painted everywhere.

The only difference is.

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

Three adults and one child.

All had their heads chopped off and were held in front of their chests with each of their 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 handle more than a foot long, nailing something 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 is a line of words written in blood - dedicated to... the great Zong Gao... Crow 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, he was worried that he was not sincere enough, so he specially nailed the family photos he collected in front of the corpse...

Lu Yuan looked at the photos in front of him, his eyes flashing, as if something was eager to burst out of his heart.

"call--"

Suddenly a strong stench blew in my face.

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 filled with crows.

There were faintly visible rotten and whitened stumps and broken arms in the pool...

Lu Yuan stood in front of the window sill for a long time.

The hot wind carrying the stench of corpses and bird droppings kept blowing on his face.

"brute."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and said something as if to himself.

Open it again.

There was only complete coldness in his eyes.

"Damn it."

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