The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1045 Drink the porridge while it's hot
Another voice echoed between the blood-red world:

"You... just to prove this to me?"

This voice——

Both Taoist priests were startled at the same time.

The moment I instinctively looked up, the sky suddenly darkened.

The huge glass jar descended from above, tightly encasing the two of them inside.

The sea of ​​blood surged like a tide, instantly engulfing their heads.

The two were thrown about by the current, their mouths and noses filled with a sweet and pungent liquid.

Having finally surfaced, the tall, thin Taoist was the first to react, shouting hoarsely:

"No! It's you! You're not dead!"

Outside the glass jar, an enormous, overwhelming face was looking down at them through the glass.

The face was magnified and elongated by horizontal curves, making it unrecognizable as Dr. Liu.

But the voice was familiar, deep and clear, echoing in the jar.

"Of course, I'm not that easy to kill."

“No wonder…no wonder she was so strong…” the tall, thin Taoist priest realized, “So it wasn’t just one A-level…but two…”

“Wrong.” The burly Taoist’s expression was icy. “He’s probably already S-rank.”

The tall, thin Taoist priest was struck dumb, his pupils constricting sharply: "Impossible! He wasn't even..."

"It is thanks to you that I have this strength."

Liu Ziyu has now fully regained her memory.

"Of course, I also have to thank that mysterious high-dimensional analytical power, which allowed me to return to the present and seek revenge on you..."

Liu Ziyu's face turned fierce.

"revenge?"

The tall, thin Taoist priest was stunned.

"You think I don't know?"

"There is no such thing as gaining freedom by 'becoming a Celestial Master'! You used me, deceived me, drained me dry, and then left—never to return!"

Liu Ziyu's voice suddenly rose, filled with long-suppressed resentment.

"Now, I'm just more deeply bound to this monstrous world! I can no longer escape from it!"

The blood in the glass jar surged violently with his roar, shaking the entire space.

The two were swept away by the waves again, choked a few mouthfuls, and slammed hard against the glass wall. Their already shattered bones were embedded in their flesh, leaving them completely unable to utter a single word of rebuttal or explanation.

Of course, it's something they can't even begin to talk about.

All I could hear was Liu Ziyu continuing to speak with resentment:
"Fortunately, after so many years—I don't know how many years it has been according to your annual trials, and if we calculate it according to our age system, it has gone through countless cycles—I have finally found the real method!"

Although the two Taoist priests were dizzy from the impact, they couldn't help but be curious—

"How can it be?"

After struggling to utter those words, the tall, thin Taoist priest immediately regretted it.

Isn't this an admission?

Sure enough, I was stunned by the impact.

Liu Tzu-yu laughed, but her laughter was icy cold.

"So you're not even trying to hide the fact that you lied to me now? Whatever! I'll fight for what I want myself!"

"At first, as you said, I waited for you to come, but you only came once and then never saw me again. So I kept waiting, for a long time, until I even became what you called S-rank, and then I tried to break through..."

"In the end, I still encountered that barrier, was knocked back, and even suffered a drop in cultivation level, almost dying."

"So I was thinking—do I need your Longhu Mountain token? But I don't have one on hand, so I can only keep waiting until a Longhu Mountain disciple comes in, I kill her, and then I take the token."

"It still didn't work; once the disciple died, the token became invalid."

"So I had to keep trying."

“But we still need disciples from Longhu Mountain… However, as you know, you have to wait for a whole cycle, and even if your trial opens, there may not be any disciples who will come here.”

"So I can't say how many cycles I waited for, and finally another one came along. This time I didn't kill, the token didn't expire, and then I went up again—and guess what? I was sent back again."

Liu Ziyu laughed heartily.

The sea of ​​blood was thus thrown into turmoil.

“My cultivation level dropped, and I couldn’t control that disciple. I was almost killed—fortunately, he died first in the end.”

A single sentence contains so many life-or-death moments.

Everyone could tell.

"Of course, the benefit is that this disciple has become my new specimen—a spiritual object—which has enhanced my power."

"You can use strange objects to refine spiritual objects, but you seem to have forgotten to tell me that cultivators are even more precious treasures, right?" Liu Ziyu sneered. "You've spent so many years, failing time and time again, wasting one cultivator after another..."

These words made the two Taoist priests' hearts sink deeper and deeper.

The bloodshed and carnage here is beyond imagination, but that's not what they care about most. What's more important is the sense of compassion they feel for their own kind.

"Of course I still want to thank you—this senior who didn't even bother to leave me his name."

The tall, thin Taoist priest trembled in the cold sea of ​​blood, feeling a sharp gaze fixed on him, which sent shivers down his spine.

"It was the method you taught me that showed me how to refine a cultivator into a physical body, store my consciousness inside, and thereby become a true cultivator—like you, no longer bound by dimensions..."

Even the tall, thin Taoist priest found this method unimaginable and kept shaking his head.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

"Why is it impossible? After so many failures, I'm finally full of confidence this time! In short, whether it succeeds or not, let's give it a try—just as you said. Isn't that right?" Liu Ziyu said coldly.

"No no no no!"

The two screamed helplessly, their voices swallowed by the sea of ​​blood.

Liu Ziyu, of course, ignored him and simply turned to ask Zhu Yun:
Which one do you want?

Zhu Yun frowned, looking at the two twisted, shrunken clumps of blood inside, and said indifferently:

They all look pretty much the same, so whatever.

These two Taoist priests realized that these two newly emerged monsters were treating them like a dish, picking them up and dropping them.

But they were already trapped, powerless to fight back.

The next instant, a bloody storm erupted from the glass jar.

Blood-red waves surged, and pairs of bloody hands reached out from the sea, grabbing the two and dragging them deeper into the ocean.

The two rolled around in it, letting out silent screams, but after a moment they were swallowed by the blood light and plunged into an indescribable refining process.

Liu Ziyu anxiously shrank the glass jar in her hand, watching the blood bubbles rising inside as if boiling, her eyes burning with anxiety.

"almost done!"

But Zhu Yun, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke up:
"and many more!"

Liu Ziyu turned her head impatiently: "What are you waiting for?"

“My strength is not yet S-rank,” Zhu Yun said coldly. “If I rashly go out, my mind will be annihilated by that so-called 'system' again, and I will die once more.”

Seeing Liu Ziyu frown, Zhu Yun continued:
"You had your entire village achieve S-rank for the Demon Realm, and wasn't that all thanks to my help? You can't be ungrateful, can you? I haven't even held you accountable for plotting to kill me—"

Upon hearing Zhu Yun begin reminiscing about old times, Liu Ziyu quickly interrupted:

"Okay, okay! So what do you want?"

"I'm going to find my daughter," Zhu Jun said briefly.

“Oh, I see—the greater the sin, the greater the obsession, and the greater the cunning,” Liu Ziyu said sarcastically. “You’re such a good mother!”

"Say less."

"Then I won't say anything. I won't say anything about your daughter either?"

"What?" Zhu Jun frowned. "Spit it out."

"Don't be so rude, your daughter is watching."

Zhu Yun's expression changed drastically, and her hair suddenly trembled, forming a dense, dark cloud.

"She went up the mountain? How did she know about this place?" "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?" Liu Ziyu sneered, then suddenly realized, "So she didn't know about this place? That makes sense, a guilty conscience needs no accuser..."

Zhu Jun had no intention of listening to his nonsense anymore, and her face was ashen.

The hair instantly exploded, turning into thousands of blood threads that stretched out in all directions, rapidly searching the entire mountain.

The wind in the mountains and forests was shredded by the strands of hair.

The snow-white talisman paper drifted down and turned into snowflakes.

Zhu Lin was shivering in the grass.

I snuggled against the big yellow dog next to me, trying to get some warmth, but my body was still ice cold, as if I had fallen into an ice cave.

Having heard so much and witnessed all of this happening, I still don't understand what exactly happened.

But she knew it couldn't be anything good.

Including her mother saying, "We need to find her."

This statement is anything but warm.

Add to that Liu Ziyu's sarcastic remarks—although she was young and didn't quite understand them, she could still grasp the meaning to some extent.

In short, her mother had no good intentions towards her.

She had originally wanted to rush out and call out to her mother to join her.

But how dare we do that now?
Especially this mother who is so strange, familiar yet unfamiliar?
Her hair was like a snake, as if she were hunting.

Zhu Lin held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

She knew it was only a matter of time before she was found.

But she didn't know how to deal with it.

He could only watch as the snowflakes and streaks of blood were about to fall on him, desperately curling up and trying to shrink himself into a tiny dot.

Just then, she felt a pair of hands embrace her.

These hands are very warm.

It extends from some hidden space.

The arms gradually appeared, then the shoulders, and finally the head—

It was that Sister Liu Sheng!

She appeared beside me without my noticing.

Two hands tightly hugged herself.

Suddenly, everything became very quiet, as if something was enveloping the area, and even the wind stopped.

The strands of hair brushed past, but nothing was found.

Zhu Lin was terrified, but seeing the result, her anxious heart slowly calmed down.

When the big yellow dog saw Liu Sheng appear, it immediately stuck out its tongue and licked her face, but she stopped it with her hand. It could only lie down at her feet in disappointment and grievance.

Zhu Lin then realized that the big yellow dog belonged to Sister Liu Sheng.

It was Sister Liu Sheng who led me up the mountain.

But...why?
Was it to let her see her mother's true colors?
Thinking of this, Zhu Lin felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

But strangely, she seemed to have experienced this pain before. It was like a heart that was already broken, being cruelly crushed again.

So she just silently swallowed her tears.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yun, who had been searching for Zhu Lin for a long time, grew increasingly gloomy as her hair formed her face.

"You said she's up in the mountains? Are you lying to me?"

"How could that be? She clearly came up the mountain looking for you just now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered burying you..."

Zhu Yun immediately raised an eyebrow.

"Sigh, I just don't want your daughter to misunderstand. If she spreads the rumors throughout the village, how can I face anyone?"

"You're not even human."

"Tsk!"

"You didn't kill her, did you?" Zhu Yun's voice was icy.

"If she had seen me, I would have killed her, of course, but she didn't see me, did she?"

Liu Ziyu made no attempt to hide his intention to kill a mother's daughter in front of her.

But the mother didn't react at all.

They seem to still be immersed in the frustration of not being able to find it.

Zhu Lin listened, unsure whether she should be thankful that she hadn't been killed when she ran out, or saddened by her mother's current indifference.

Sister Liu Sheng patted her head.

In that instant, a wave of bitterness surged through Zhu Lin's heart, and tears finally streamed down her face.

“However,” Liu Ziyu suddenly said, “you could try something else.”

"What other?" Zhu Jun asked coldly.

"Merge with your other sin."

Zhu Yun's brows twitched slightly.

"Did you kill this old woman? Was it because she refused to pass on her cultivation techniques to you? Did you resort to such violence? Or were you and your mother after her money? No wonder this place is so empty..."

"Shut up! Don't drag my mother into this!"

"Oh, so that was your personal behavior..."

"Shut up!"

Zhu Yun said irritably.

However, it did provide some inspiration.

Her hair controlled her, drifting towards the pit.

The small, thin corpse inside was now a mess, covered in her blood and bits of flesh, as if it had been soaking in a pool of blood, almost melting into it.

That's perfect.

She controlled the flesh and blood within, causing it to separate into strands of crimson threads that burrowed into the blood pool, attaching themselves to the corpse, then slowly burrowing under the skin and into the flesh, gradually devouring it—

Liu Ziyu was still shouting outside:
"Hurry up, those two bodies are almost finished, we need to do it while they're still hot—"

Zhu Yun had no interest in responding.

She is fully immersed in this process of absorption and fusion.

The old Taoist's corpse was rapidly decomposed into strands of muscle by the blood threads, which were then slowly devoured and transformed into nutrients along with the blood threads.

But she carefully avoided the stomach area.

Because she remembered that she had put the poison in the porridge and served it to the old Taoist priest.

then.

The old Taoist priest smiled and held the bowl of porridge, casually asking:

"Where's your mother? She didn't come today?"

Zhu Yun recalled that she was young then, so nervous that her hands and feet trembled, and she could only hide them in her sleeves for fear that the other person would notice.

But my teeth couldn't help but tremble:

"She...she's busy with the autumn harvest."

"That's true, this is always the busiest time." The old Taoist nodded, then asked with concern, "Are you not dressed warmly enough? Are you cold? I have a thick cotton coat in my closet, why don't you take it?"

The cabinet was made of carved wood with exquisite patterns, a kind of magnificence that Zhu Yun had never seen before. She wondered where the seemingly simple and even somewhat poor old Taoist priest had obtained such a valuable item.

She had secretly observed it many times, and each time she couldn't get enough of looking at it.

Hearing that, I couldn't help but look over again—

There seems to be something extra on the cabinet door.

Is it... a poster?
But at that moment, she had no time to look closely or think about it carefully.

He glanced at it briefly before looking away, his gaze returning to the steaming bowl, and urged, "..."
"No, no! My mother said I can't take your things. Just leave me alone and drink your porridge while it's hot!"