888 Mysterious Kufuray City (1/2)

Fernando grabbed the notebook and cast ”Advanced Stealth” on himself, disappearing from the study. He listened to the coming footsteps quietly.

One, two, three… More and more people were coming to the gate.

”Why are there so many people? Why are they so stealthy?” Fernando created spying eyes and dispersed them in order to monitor the whole house. Although the spell had a range limitation, everything in Tuck's house was still under watch because it was old and small.

In a corner, a crystal ball suddenly glittered and displayed what was in the hall. Even Advanced Stealth could not cover such an effect.

In the hall, the men and women in plain clothes walked lightly like ghosts, as if they feared that they might wake up the owner of the house.

There were about a dozen of them. They dispersed around a creepy-looking man at the center.

The man had scarlet thin hair, a protruding forehead, broken eyebrow, half-missing nose, rolling lips, and eyes that only had whites left. He was so unnaturally hideous that he looked like a doll that a naughty kid stitched on their own, or a monster that would only appear in the illogical dreams.

He looked at the ceiling with his blinded eyes, and his ears, which seemed to have been bitten by dogs, slightly shivered. After the dozen strangers stopped at their respective positions, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, ”God saves the people.”

His voice was not as ugly as he looked. It was distant and intimidating, as if it came from the infinite heights.

”God, please save us.” The men and women held their arms and slowly leaned forward in a weird posture.

Continuing the previous tone, the man said gravely, ”Everybody suffers and pays for their sins after they are born. Everybody endures hunger, trauma, jealousy, and betrayal without one day of happiness. They can barely catch their breath under the infinite pressure. Also, nobody can escape death in the end. They can only walk toward their doom in fear.

”However, God tells us that death is eternal, peaceful, and devoid of miseries and pains. Faced with death, we must thank God for His grace so that we do not need to sink in this filthy and disgusting world anymore…”

As he went on, the hall was covered in a tranquilizing and alluring atmosphere. The dozen men and women listened attentively and seemed to have understood the truth of death.

”Is a heretic church that believes in the God of Death preaching here?” Fernando basically realized what was going on in the hall through the spying eye.

Since this city had been infiltrated by the heretic churches, such a condition should be perfectly normal.

The moment the idea popped up, he suddenly sensed that something was not right. ”But why are they holding a ritual in Tuck's house? Did they know that Tuck's house was empty?”

With puzzles rising up, Fernando identified the people carefully and did not find Tuck who attempted to study faith. Furan had created an image of Tuck with her memories so that it would be easier for him to find.

”That's odd. Are they related to Tuck's 'disappearance'?” Fernando observed those ”believers” even more carefully.

”As long as we earn the grace of God, we will enjoy painless immortality in death…” The priest suddenly raised his voice and his right hand.

After he raised his right hand, the dozen men and women rose from the ground and danced a weird dance that Fernando had never seen before. Their postures were so weird that they did not seem to worry about joint damages or pain at all.

”It's not like a regular religious ritual…” Fernando knew a thing or two about that. ”Are the believers of the God of Death so special?”

As the dance grew weirder and weirder, the atmosphere in the hall became chaotic. They all took off their clothes and crawled before the priest.

The priest put down his right hand, but there was now a sharp dagger that emitted cold brilliance in it.

Fernando thought that the priest would reap the lives of the believers to please the God of Death, but the priest rolled his right hand and stabbed the dagger into his own chest. Blood immediately spurted out.

”Huh?” Fernando was completely stunned. He knew a lot of sacrificial rituals, but none of them required the suicide of the host first!

Blood dripped on the filthy floor. A man on the ground, as if summoned by God, suddenly extended his tongue and licked the blood.

Then, with obscure noises from his throat, he lunged at the collapsing priest like a wolf and bit the priest's neck brutally, tearing off a cluster of flesh and swallowing it in a hurry.

The rest of the followers also went crazy. They jumped at the priest, gnawed at his flesh, and chewed it in the most reverential way.

Fernando felt uncontrollably nauseated as he watched the blood, skin, and broken flesh on the believers' mouths. He had studied necromancy before, but he had never seen such a disgusting scene before.

A lot of blood was wasted when they crazily competed for food. It was gathered below the corpse into a pool.

The blood in the pool was suddenly vaporized, creating a hazy mist of blood everywhere.

In the mist of blood, a face was crawling out crazily.