Lugano opened the door to the suite with his eyes open and walked into the empty corridor where only the sound of the waves echoed.
At this time, everyone except the sailors on night watch fell into a dream.
Lugano shuffled forward, clattering, and the kerosene wall lamps around him shone brightly at intervals, coexisting with the darkness.
He reached the end of this floor and stopped in front of a vermilion wooden door.
Squeak, the wooden door slowly opened back, and the darkness inside was so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow up all the light.
Lugano walked through the darkness with a dull expression and entered the room. Behind him, the vermilion wooden door was pulled by invisible hands and closed bit by bit.
This is a suite. There are no lights in the living room and dining room, and no candles are lit. Only the shallow crimson moonlight through the curtains brings poor visibility.
There were two dark figures standing next to the dining table. One of them was obviously old. His blond hair was mostly gray, and his blue eyes were dark and deep, as if they were dyed by the night.
Except for the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his skin is in pretty good condition and he is wearing a dark black loose robe.
The figure on the side of the old man seemed to be Ennio, with pale face, brown hair and brown eyes, the strange patient who had just visited Lugano that night.
He was still lifeless, the only sparkle in his eyes had been lost, and he was looking at the long table without any tableware in his eyes.
Lugano, who was sleepwalking, stood beside Ennio, unusually quiet.
The old man in a loose black robe turned his head and looked at Ennio.
The patient immediately went to the dining table, climbed on it, and lay motionless on it.
The blond and gray old man took out a sharp scalpel, untied Ennio's woolen coat, cashmere sweater and cotton shirt, and put the sharp tool between the opponent's chest and abdomen.
With a stabbing sound, he cut through several layers of flesh and blood, creating a long wound.
As the chest and abdominal cavity were opened, Ennio's internal condition was exposed to the crimson moonlight.
It was empty there, with no stomach, no lungs, no small and large intestines, no liver and kidneys. There was only a bright red heart still beating feebly, with several blood vessels extending around it.
The old man in a dark black robe inserted the sharp scalpel into it, and pressed it down with the flickering light of his other hand.
After a few movements that were almost impossible to follow, he took back the bright red heart that was still beating slightly in his left hand.
Ennio's chest and abdomen were completely empty, with only a few blood vessels hanging down without fluid gushing out.
The old man then closed the incision, pinched it tightly, and closed it completely with a flickering light.
Ennio's belly was immediately intact, without any scars left.
This particular patient kept his eyes open the entire time, as if he was not the one who was being operated on.
At this time, he got off the dining table, walked slowly towards the door with empty eyes, and left the room.
The old man opened the suitcase at his feet and took out one glass jar after another.
Each glass jar is filled with light amber liquid, with different organs floating inside, such as spleen, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines...
The old man in a loose black robe placed these things on the dining table in a specific order, surrounding the bright red heart that was still beating slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the blond old man took a step back and recited some ancient, evil, yet extremely kind language.
This unknown, like murmuring voice echoed, those internal organs were slowly lifted up by the invisible force.
Their final resting position is high or low, just like restoring the state of a human's internal organs when standing.
The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all shimmered at the same time, vaguely outlining a body with no head, no limbs, and no skeleton covered in flesh and blood.
The body becomes more and more real, more and more formed.
The baby cried loudly, faint but real.
But in the end, the body still twisted, squirmed, decomposed, and collapsed on the dining table.
The old man in a loose black robe saw this and sighed regretfully.
But for some reason, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were much fewer and less deep than before, and a large part of the white hair on his head turned light gold again.
He suddenly became seven or eight years younger.
Feeling that he was in good condition, the old man set his sights on Lugano.
As if receiving some kind of call, Lugano moved step by step to the dining table, lay down on it, opened his eyes, and waited quietly.
The old man untied Lugano's linen shirt, picked up the scalpel lying next to him, and made several gestures on the "doctor's" chest and abdomen, as if to determine where the best place to cut was.
At this moment, the old man heard a loud bang.
The vermilion door opened back and hit the wall hard.
Red flames poured into the room, lighting up the darkness, climbing up the walls and occupying the ceiling.
In just the blink of an eye, this place turned into a flaming hell.
Lumian, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, cotton shirt, black vest and dark trousers, appeared at the door and walked into the suite step by step.
He looked at the old man wearing a loose black robe and asked in a calm tone:
"Don't you know he is my servant?"
The old man's eyes narrowed, and he lowered the scalpel and placed it on Lugano's neck.
But his right hand couldn't move down half an inch, as if it was being resisted by an invisible force and pushed upward.
Lumian stopped in the rising red flames, did not rush to take action, and said with great interest:
"The surgery just now was quite interesting. It took away someone's internal organs, but left him still alive, only to gradually die.
"And you used those internal organs to complete a ritual, making yourself much younger and almost creating a strange life at the same time."
The old man's dark blue eyes revealed a surprised emotion:
"How did you know?"
Didn't you just come here looking for a servant?
And no one has ever come in before!
Lumian laughed:
"You don't need to know."
I still have a few hours of "Governor of the Sea" authority. Isn't it easy to "see" something in this sea area?
The old man felt Lumian's confidence, determination, relaxation and non-aggressive attitude, and he was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Life is the most precious, so life is also the best sacrifice and the best material."
He did not explain the surgery and rituals in detail, but simply explained his philosophy and the truth he pursued.
Praising life and blaspheming it at the same time? Lumian raised his eyebrows, feeling vaguely familiar.
This reminded him of "Ms. Moon" and "Mrs. Night" who were the benefactors of the "Great Mother".
Lumian carefully looked at the old man in black robe behind the dining table, and after confirming that he was not a woman, he temporarily put aside his sudden nervousness.
He looked down at Lugano, who was lying on the dining table with empty eyes, and asked casually:
"How do you control my servant?"
The old man looked at Lumian with a deep look, as if he was speculating on his real intention, and was weighing whether to take the opportunity to spread the truth or to fight first to see if the problem could be eliminated directly.
After a few seconds, he said in a low voice:
"He is a dependent of the Great Mother, and he heard the cry of the Son of God."
"Great Mother"? Lumian's scalp went numb when he heard this title.
If it weren't for the authority of the "Governor of the Sea", he would have attacked with all his strength without giving the other party a chance to speak or prepare.
Anyway, if you kill him, you can still "channel" him and feed Ludwig!
Lumian was surprised at first when the old man called Lugano a member of the great mother's family, and then dismissed the superficial meaning.
He was very sure that Lugano was human and had no alien blood.
——After Lugano was injured in the Solo Hotel, Jenna collected the scattered blood and performed a "mirror divination" according to Lumian's subsequent instructions.
Lumian quickly guessed what the old man really meant:
“The Extraordinaries on the ‘Plower’ path are all dependents of the ‘Great Mother’?
“Where to put this ‘Mother Earth’? ‘Cultivator’ is the main channel of the Church of ‘Mother Earth’…
"Could it be that...the 'Great Mother' is the top of many paths like the Heavenly Lord and Mr. Fool? The 'cultivator' and the 'sower'? The names are quite relevant..."
As Lumian's thoughts raced, he was more concerned about the existence of the "Son of God", which reminded him of the empty cradle of babies in Kordu Village and the honorific title of "Ms. Moon" who gave birth to gods...
Damn it, why do you have to deal with children, sons of gods, and babies when it comes to the "Great Mother"? Does that person like giving birth to children so much? Lumian smiled calmly on the surface:
"It seems that your son of God has not really been born yet."
The old man in a loose black robe suddenly became fanatical:
"He has been born in the spiritual world, but he cannot enter the real world yet.
"Haven't you noticed that His mere appearance makes me several years younger? If He were truly born, I would be young again immediately!"
Who knows what kind of evil thing you made... Lumian cursed and said:
"With only this little life ritual, you still want to shape the body of the Son of God?"
The old man was startled and said:
"This is a ritual obtained from the revelation of the 'Great Mother', and it must be effective!"
Lumian smiled:
"That Ennio is obviously an ordinary person, and the effect of the ritual will definitely not be good. If it were replaced by an extraordinary person with a strong life radiance, the result might be completely different."
The old man instinctively agreed:
"Yes, so I want to try your servant's internal organs..."
Having said this, the old man paused and looked at Lumian warily.
Lumian made the suggestion with a bright smile:
"Have you ever considered sacrificing your own internal organs?
"How can you show your devotion to the 'Great Mother' and your worship of the Son of God if you don't use yourself as a sacrifice?
"Don't worry, the Son of God will resurrect you and give you youth!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian's right hand condensed a ball of faint green light.