[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Chapter 55

"Jiang Tong told me a rule." Zhitao looked at Mr. Jiang's face with his face propped up, "He said that only the head of the family can enter the temple. What's the reason?"

Mr. Jiang's spirit is not very good, his face is like an oxidized apple, wrinkled and squeezed together, even his eyes are squeezed so hard that he can't open them.

He coughed and didn't speak, just shook his head slowly.

Seeing that the scent didn't work, Zhitao didn't show any disappointment. After years of practice, the elderly and children are indeed less likely to be influenced.

As for the young man, Zhitao knows that Jiang Wenhao is the only one who is not affected. When he thinks of Jiang Wenhao, his thoughts are like a condensed frozen lake, with emotions surging inside, but the surface is frozen to the point of being unresponsive.

He lowered his eyelashes, stirred the spoon casually, and asked someone else, let him see what secrets are hidden under the Jiang family.

"Only the head of the family has this ability to communicate with the gods." Zhitao read softly, after asking Jiang's family, apart from irrelevant information, this is the only information that can be obtained.

communication gods...

Zhitao closed his eyes, he was sure that Jiang Wenhao was an atheist, and it was impossible for him to have this skill after entering the temple, so the focus was on the identity of the patriarch?Why did Grandpa Jiang want to pass on the title of Patriarch to Jiang Wenhao?

Because he didn't want the position of Patriarch, he had to change Patriarch to communicate with the gods.

This thought slipped into Zhitao's mind like a snake, he opened his eyes, his heart beat fast, he seemed to have guessed the reason for Jiang Wenhao's disappearance.

The rest is practice, and this method is very simple and very rough. From the beginning, he knew that this method could be used.

The Jiang family was extremely lively tonight, the servants surrounded the master bedroom like a wall, and Mr. Jiang was sitting in the master bedroom, looking out with a cane.

The eyes of the servants were dull, only the strong fragrance came, like a thread holding their thoughts, and the sound of footsteps came, unhurriedly, as if they were attending a feast.

The crowd moved aside neatly like sea water being divided, and the figure slowly walked over from the crowd. He walked up to Mr. Jiang and asked softly, "Do you know why I came to you?" ?”

Grandpa Jiang was coughing sullenly, his eyes were like dead flesh that could not be opened, drooping heavily, which was hugely different from him who had just passed his [-]th birthday, Jiang Tong patted his back sensiblely, and put his little hand on the old man's on the raised spine.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhitao continued to ask patiently: "I really want to know why you want to pass on the position of Patriarch to Wen Hao."

He gently kneaded the diamond ring, the diamonds on it were extraordinarily beautiful in the dark, like dandelions fluttering in the field, or undulating sheets, this was the condensation of all the good things he had in this world when he was born.

"Wen Hao is a very stupid person," Zhitao lowered his head, his black hair was scattered on his neck, "he is not good at managing people, let alone managing such a big Jiang family, he is not obedient, and he has never followed the rules of adults. Mental development..."

—so why him?

Zhitao's voice slowly lowered, his eye circles turned red, and the pain in his heart made him almost unable to speak. He couldn't tell others about the past, but he couldn't bear those good memories to rot and stink in his heart.

He took a deep breath, "He is not a qualified patriarch, why did you pass on the position of patriarch to him?"

Jiang Tong turned his head to look at Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang was hunched over. He looked like an old man made of mud, and he became embarrassed under the washing of the rain. He said slowly, "I have selfish intentions."

Zhitao stared at him coldly, his eyes were extremely ruthless, but the red marks at the corners of his eyes made him appear contradictoryly gorgeous, like the red color of Huadan that had not been removed completely.

"But," Mr. Jiang trembled under his gaze, panting like an old lion, "but!"

"But I'm doing this for the Jiang family!" Mr. Jiang almost roared, his lungs seemed to be gouged out by pain, and he breathed hard through his nose, but he couldn't stop his face from turning pale, as if he was about to suffocate.

"This is me," he said like a broken bellows, "I am here for everyone, for everyone..."

"Only by feeding the gods can everyone survive." For the first time, he opened his eyes completely in front of Zhitao, and there were white threads in those eyes.

Zhitao's breathing froze, he saw clearly that those white threads were thousands of white worms, they pierced the eyeballs with their heads, and arched forward with their tails.

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder Grandpa Jiang covered his face with his hands, no wonder Father Jiang always rubbed his eyes recently, it was because of these bugs.

Zhitao froze in place, and it took a while to find her own voice: "What's going on with you?"

Mrs. Jiang coughed dryly and did not speak, and Jiang Tong who was standing next to her was also silent, the summer night wind brought coolness, and the young peach that was blown felt cold in her heart, like a piece of ice falling straight down.

"What's going on here?" he asked again.

The servants are like robots without emotion, repeating what he said word by word in unison, the voice is getting louder and louder, like a drum beating rapidly, ringing in people's hearts, beating on people's hearts.

Mother Jiang shivered next to Father Jiang, terrified by the strange atmosphere, but Father Jiang just rubbed his eyes and sighed.

Mr. Jiang shook his head, he leaned his back slowly on the seat, the seat creaked, and he just shook like that, as if he was lying on a rocking boat.

He asked, "Do you know the God of Cookery?"

To feed the gods, it is natural to use the freshest sacrifices, preferably children under the age of three, and double pupils are even more top-grade. For hundreds of years, the Jiang family has presided over this sacrifice.

But recently the ritual has been discontinued.

If the sacrificial ceremony is not held, the god will have to starve, and the people it protects will also suffer, first the eyes, then the hands and feet, and finally the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and other internal organs.

It has to be eaten slowly one by one, chewed by thousands of worms, parasitized by tens of thousands of eggs, and finally let countless flies come to eat.

So this sacrifice still has to be held.

"Where is Wen Hao?" Zhitao heard the ominous meaning, stepped forward and interrupted him, he asked eagerly, as if this way he would not be caught up by fear.

The fragrance on his body became stronger and stronger, penetrating like an abyss, swallowing everyone's reason quickly and silently.

Grandpa Jiang laughed suddenly, first in a muffled laugh, and then loudly, as if he had lost his mind under the pressure of fear, "Die——!"

His desolate voice echoed in the room, under the eyes of everyone, under the moonlight, he said cunningly and painfully: "He is in the temple."

"He's in the belly of the idol."

Zhitao backed away, her throat seemed to be blocked by roses, the fragrance escaped along the nose and mouth, but the sharp thorns were firmly rooted in the throat, making it dripping with blood and making it difficult to speak.

Days of uneasiness turned into a sharp blade, looking at Zhitao's head like a knife, causing his heart to groan and collapse, his face was pale, like a ghost about to dissipate.

"……what?"

His voice was unrecognizable.

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The town was woken up in the middle of the night because hundreds of members of Jiang's family were running towards the temple, women were holding their children, the elderly were hooking their waists, and middle-aged people poked their heads out of the windows.

A sharp-eyed man noticed the problem, and he shouted loudly: "The Jiang family is going to smash the temple!"

The sound was like water pouring from a frying pan, waking up the people in the town. They muttered and yelled, thousands of people complained, and thousands of people were aggrieved.

It's disrespectful to smash the temple!

So they came from bee chrysalis, covering the place like a black cloud, and they cursed at Jiang's family: "The gods will take revenge!" "You are going to kill everyone!"

Zhitao pressed her stomach, and looked at the statue in the middle with heavy eyes. The statue was smashed and made a bang sound, but it was strangely unharmed. It smiled at everyone.

Its smile became more and more obvious, and its eyes opened accordingly, with four round black pupils swirling inside. When it saw a person, it would be filled with worms.

When the townspeople saw the person who smashed it, they suddenly threw the hammer, screamed and rolled on the ground, scratched their eyes, and shouted: "God, spare me! God, spare me!"

"This is retribution," the townspeople discussed, looking at Zhitao and cursing dissatisfiedly: "What a bad guy, he also has to be retribution."

Some people threw stones at Zhitao in the middle, as if he was a criminal, so they wantonly poured malice on him, the sharp edges and corners of the stone scratched Zhitao's face, and blood remained behind.

The resentment accumulated by everyone was like a carnival. It didn't matter who was sacrificed. The Jiang family surrounded outside were beaten, and even the young Jiang Tong was slapped a few times.

When there are too many people, the ability to control the fragrance will become weaker. Once people become emotional, the fragrance will be uncontrollable, so the screams and curses will continue.

Zhitao stepped forward to pick up the hammer again, stepped on the table in the chaos and stood in front of the statue.

He is like a clown on stage, everyone is watching him, his eyes are full of superior malice, Zhitao turns his head and looks around the crowd, it turns out that he can really see emotions from his eyes.

[Go to hell. ]

[Why don't you die sooner. ]

Zhitao laughed coolly, then raised the hammer high, and in the red-painted temple, in front of the old god statue, he smashed it at the smiling face of the god with a lot of resentment.

Coffee.

This sound made everyone stop and stare blankly inside. The idol was broken, and dense white balls rolled out of the shattered clay face. They rolled quickly, as if poured out of a cup.

The ball rolled to the sole of the man's shoe, and the man knelt down to pick it up and observed it. Under the moonlight, the red blood on it was like a burning flame, and it burned his hand. He threw the thing out suddenly, and said in horror: "Eye!" ,Eye!"

Human eyes are all human eyes.

Zhitao lowered her head, and dropped the hammer onto the table as if she lost her strength. The innermost part of the eyes was filled with eyeballs, and the topmost part of the eyeballs was an emerald ring stained with blood.

The emotions accumulated in his heart burst out suddenly, tears rolled down his cheeks, and eyeballs of different shapes were scattered on the table, but he was crying for his husband.

He didn't hear the screams of people, the sound of footsteps, and the sound of his eyes being trampled out. He seemed to be sealed in a strange liquid.

Jiang Wenhao, his lover of six years, his husband.

already dead.