152. Bell, Belfast, full of troubles and opportunities
"You are here to find her..."
A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
A stooped figure wearing a shabby cloak stood deep in the cemetery, watching them.
"Who are you."
Lu Li, who was in front of the tombstone, turned his head and stepped closer to the silhouette. Catalina saw the sadness in his black eyes gradually disappear.
"Don't bring that dirty thing near me..."
The silhouette squirmed backwards, widening the distance between it and Lu Li.
"What do you know."
Lu Li stopped.
"If you want to know the answer, come in..."
The mysterious silhouette chuckled, turned around and approached the dilapidated shack built deep inside.
"Only you are allowed, and don't bring that thing in..."
Its figure disappeared behind the shed door, its slow words echoing over the cemetery.
"Cultist?"
The silhouettes of Catalina and the others disappeared and they returned to Lu Li: "Do you want to go there?"
Lu Li didn't answer, handed the fragment to Catalina, and walked towards the shed.
The snow where the outline stood before was dyed strangely black, and a vague fishy smell lingered on the tip of the nose, becoming clearer as it approached the shack.
Lu Li lowered his head and ducked into the low shack. The smell was suddenly strong, like the dark green mud of the deep sea, or like rotting dead fish. He didn't know whether it was from the garbage piled up in the corner or the outline of the man who had taken off his cloak.
It can barely be called "human" because of the one eye wrapped in a sarcoma.
The spots on the grey-green smooth skin resemble fish scales, and the body appears uncoordinated and bloated.
The rickety bulging back is packed with toad-like naan buns. These naan buns are also parasitic on its body, joints, and limbs, and they squeeze and exude mucus as it moves.
It looks more like a fish-like frog than a human being.
These changes may be due to pollution here
It sat down at the dilapidated square table and recalled slowly: "I... am from Himfast, and my name is... Tommy or Jimmy. When that gift comes"
"Where is she?"
Lu Li interrupted his upcoming tirade.
"Don't worry!"
The stranger roared irritably, and mucus squeezed out of the naan buns, intensifying the stench of the shack.
It fell into sleepy murmuring again: "Don't worry... don't worry... we will talk about it..."
"I... am from Himfast, and my name is... Mike. Unfortunately, I missed the Lord's gift ceremony. When I rushed back, the ceremony was over, and I was left here forever..."
The stranger buried his head, his body began to tremble, and he made a sound that was close to a sob.
"I am a traitor...The Lord has abandoned me...No, I have betrayed the Lord...but He is still kind and gracious to me who betrays believers like me!"
The slime fluttered on the table due to trembling, corroding the wooden board silently, and the source of the pits on the table was found.
Pagans often have difficulty communicating and become immersed in a distorted consciousness of beings above their own consciousness.
The self-proclaimed traitor showed this. It muttered to itself about regret and pain, and showed Lu Li the densely packed frog egg-like translucent particles under its skin tag.
It said it was punishment for itself.
"You said you rebelled against your Lord, but He favored you."
Before the pagan fell into delirium and madness, Lu Li regained his remaining sanity and allowed the story to continue.
"Yes...yes. He left His breath in the city, so that I can continue to feel the Lord's grace..."
"I remembered more...gifts. Yes, the Lord gave me a body, allowing my weak flesh and blood to become as powerful as His servant. But...it's still a little short. A little short...a little short...still a little short.
A little...a little bit...a little bit...a little bit...a little bit...a little bit..."
The mucus infiltrated from the pustules accumulated at the feet, and the pagan lowered his head, repeating the same sentence over and over again as if he was dreaming.
“It’s still a little bit… it’s a little bit… it’s a little bit… it’s still a little bit”
"What else is missing?"
"It's not even close..."
The pagan's head slowly lifted up, and the madness faded away from the one eye covered with sarcoma.
"Devotion."
"Then she came..."
"when."
The pagan, trapped in his own memories, did not answer Lu Li. He raised his head and murmured.
"Holy, white, and beautiful. When she climbed out of the dirty soil... she was as dazzling as the angel of the Lord."
The bloody one-eyed pagan suddenly stared at Lu Li, his breathing gradually getting heavier.
"Just like you..."
"She doesn't like me...I see disgust in her eyes...she...is not...given...by the Lord!"
"All beautiful things are fragile...including her. I ate her..."
The pagan's single eye fell on something in the corner of the shack.
"That was her skull. She was so beautiful that I couldn't help but keep a part of it for collection... Until now, I still long to listen to the wonderful screams and the sweet smell of flesh and blood..."
Lu Li listened quietly. He felt that somewhere in his body was cracking, and pain and sadness poured out from the cracks, occupying his body.
"The Lord's gifts are everywhere. She suddenly made me understand what is missing...it is dedication...I...have not offered enough sacrifices to the Lord."
The pagan's back was beating like a chest, and its stubby neck stretched out towards the square table, approached Lu Li, and uttered its final whisper like a poisonous snake.
"So, please let me offer it to my Lord...or let me savor the delicious flesh and blood again."
The shed fell into dead silence.
Only the clear sound of heartbeat could be heard.
Lu Li, whose face was filled with coldness, suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the heretic's deformed head, wrapped up all his strength and emotions, and pressed it hard!
Bang!
The square table shattered like thin ice, and the pagan's head shattered the wooden board and fell to the ground with a dull loud noise.
tick tick tick
Lu Li let go of the heretic's broken head and took back his blood-dripping palm.
The dripping mucus and blood melted together and stretched into a thread on the hanging fingertips.
There is his and there is it.
A vicious stench wafted out of the blooming head, and the mucus corroded Lu Li's sleeves and palms.
But everything is not over yet. An illusory outline slowly floats out of the headless body that has lost its breath.
There are no bloated tumors and ugly pustules, it is the original human appearance of pagans.
There was confusion on his face, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep. When he saw Lu Li, the broken square table, and the ugly corpse with no head on the ground, he realized something.
"I...succeeded! I completed...dedication! Great Lord, your most loyal believer is waiting for your guidance."
An obscure aura emerged in the void, and it seemed that one could vaguely hear the sound of waves that continued day and night on the other side of the void.
But at this moment, an arm stretched out and strangled the neck of the illusory soul in mid-air, putting an end to his madness and ecstasy.
The heathen was scorched with his palms, his face was distorted, and he let out an uninterrupted scream. Then at a certain moment, his soul burst like a bubble.
