socalfunplaces Chapter 19 Do you understand what it's like to eat? Just eat.
Chapter 19 Do you understand what it's like to eat? Just eat.
Inside the inn room, Bai Xiaoxiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly arched her back.
"vomit--!"
Her face was deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. "People..."
She covered her mouth tightly, but the sound leaked out through her fingers, trembling uncontrollably:
"They...they are eating people."
Xia Chuan and Gao Haoguang's expressions changed instantly.
Bai Xiaoxiao's voice was choked with sobs:
"My benefactor...they are eating children."
Through the puppet's vision, she could clearly see the baby's tiny chest rising and falling very faintly.
His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
"He... he seems to still be alive."
"damn it!"
Xia Chuan squeezed out three words through gritted teeth. He straightened up abruptly, the suppressed anger in his chest almost exploding.
"A bunch of beasts in human skin!"
"The plan has changed."
Xia Chuan's voice was as cold as ice, carrying an unwavering resolve.
"We can't control who's lurking behind the scenes anymore."
He turned to look at Gao Haoguang, his eyes sharp as knives:
"Haoguang, grab your weapons."
"Xiaoxiao, you get those bastards in there and stop them from causing trouble!"
"Haoguang and I are heading there right away—remember, before we get there, do everything you can to save that child!"
Bai Xiaoxiao nodded emphatically, closed her eyes, and fully activated the borrowed Blood Eye Divine Power between her brows.
Meanwhile, at the Holy Infant Nursery, in the dining hall.
The flickering candlelight cast distorted shadows of the people sitting around the long table, projecting them onto the wall like a chaotic dance of demons.
Deacon Lina swallowed the last bit of dry, hard meat scraps from her plate, then licked her lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Like everyone else, her eyes were fixed on the silver platter in the center of the long table, and on the scarlet infant trembling slightly in the candlelight.
The cardinal slowly rose, holding the heavy Bible in both hands, a twisted expression of piety and greed appearing on his aged face.
He looked around, his voice solemn and dignified, yet trembling slightly:
He said—
The bishop took a deep breath, as if to suppress the churning thirst in his throat:
“Truly I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.”
(That's really what the Bible says, the original words from the Gospel of John)
The dining hall was deathly silent, save for the crackling of the candlelight and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the diners.
"Now,"
The bishop's gaze swept over every face filled with longing, finally settling on the infant in the silver platter, and his voice suddenly rose:
"Gather under the glory of the Lord and share in this glorious flesh and blood!"
After saying that, he could no longer hold back and reached out to wipe the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The withered finger pointed directly at the male deacon who had just returned from outside and was now standing quietly at the edge of the crowd.
"It all started with you."
All eyes turned to them instantly, their gazes a mixture of envy, jealousy, and eager urging.
Under the intense gaze of the crowd, the male deacon possessed by Bai Xiaoxiao slowly took a step forward.
His movements were somewhat stiff, but he walked with unusual determination towards the center of the long table.
He approached the silver platter, slowly bent down, and stretched out his hands.
However, he did not tear the baby's flesh directly as everyone expected.
To the astonishment of the bishop and Lina, he gently and tenderly lifted the scarlet infant from the cold silver tray, holding it carefully in his arms.
The baby stirred slightly in his arms, letting out a barely audible whimper.
"you……"
The bishop frowned, his aged face showing clear displeasure and confusion:
"Deacon John, what are you doing?"
"The Lord's Supper must be shared; how can you monopolize it?"
The voice that answered him was not that of Deacon John.
Instead, it has a red eye.
Crimson red like blood, cold and merciless.
[Borrowing Yuan Zhenmu]!
The tangible, blood-red gaze burst forth like a physical chain.
Centered on Deacon John, it spread wildly in all directions!
"Ugh—!"
Lina, the butler who was closest to the scene, was the first to be hit. She only had time to let out a short scream before her eyes went blank and her movements froze.
The next second, she turned around abruptly, her face still showing horror, but her body moved uncontrollably toward another male deacon beside her, her hands gripping his neck tightly.
"Lina! Are you crazy?!"
The male butler, who was being choked, struggled in terror.
But at this moment, the blood-red gaze spread like a plague.
One after another, bloodshot eyes appeared on the foreheads of the clergy, their gazes becoming empty and ferocious.
They roared and, like marionettes, frantically lunged at their uncontrolled companions.
Knives, candlesticks, heavy Bibles... everything within reach became a weapon.
"Monsters! They are monsters!"
"Lord, save us!"
"Let me go! Ahhh—!"
Screams, curses, cries, the sound of breaking objects, the crackling of flames...
A cacophony of sounds broke through the thick stone walls of the orphanage, echoing through the quiet night sky of the provincial capital.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the orphanage—inside the nursery specifically for infants.
This place is like a completely different world from the crazy and bloody dining hall.
The huge room was filled with dozens of simple wooden beds, each with a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Several oil lamps with a pungent odor were lit inside, casting a dim light.
Most of the children fell asleep under the influence of the medicine, with only one or two faint cries that quickly faded into silence.
Two figures moved silently between the wooden beds.
"Is everything handled?"
A deep, hoarse voice, with an obviously inhuman quality, rang out.
The speaker was a short, stout figure with broad shoulders and a thick waist, wearing an ill-fitting, oversized cloth robe.
In the dim, flickering light, one could vaguely see that his exposed skin had an abnormal bluish-gray tint, his face was swollen, his eyes were cloudy, and when he grinned, jagged, sharp teeth were visible.
It was a Nirvana corpse.
"Don't worry, brother."
The person who answered him was a tall, thin figure wearing a strange wooden mask with a distorted, crying face. His voice came through the mask and sounded somewhat muffled.
"A calming talisman has already been cast."
The tall, thin Nirvana Corpse, known as "Muliang," lowered his voice, a hint of smugness in his tone.
"The dosage is sufficient; it's enough to keep these little ones sleeping soundly until dawn tomorrow."
"I guarantee there won't be a single sound."
"What kind of communion are these foreigners eating today? Some of my followers may have been bewitched by me."
The "eldest brother's" gaze swept over the empty cribs, and he cursed under his breath:
"A bunch of foreign devils...what a waste of talent."
"Do you understand what you're eating? Just eat!"