This god is really evil

Chapter 65: Dissecting the Saint!
Yang Jinsong is indeed a follower of Yuhua Society!

Looking at the smiling man in front of him, Li Yan nodded slightly and said:

"Thank you, Director Yang."

This Weizi Town is a big quagmire. Yuhua will have been cultivating it for many years, and it is the monster lurking in this quagmire.

Countless dense roots are entangled in this quagmire. Even if you find one and cut it off, it is difficult to see the whole picture.

Although Lao Liu is strong and skilled, he is still unable to defeat the local tyrant. When he came to Weizi Town, he was also blinded.

Seeing that Li Yan was not surprised at all, Yang Jinsong smiled and said:

"As expected of you, Lord Saint. After seeing through Yang's true identity, you remained calm. It's ridiculous that Liu Yunhe has been in the court for so long, but he is still so naive. Does he really think that I am still the young and ignorant knight from thirty years ago?"

Thirty years ago, he was still a young man. After he had mastered the Fiery Sun Fist, he went out to travel around the world and do chivalrous things.

Once, in order to help the villagers get rid of bandits, he bravely broke into a bandits' lair alone, was injured and fell into a trap, and was almost cooked to death by the bandits.

Fortunately, he met Liu Yunhe who was passing by to take up the post of county magistrate. Liu Yunhe killed all the bandits alone and rescued him. The two of them formed a good relationship.

This time when Liu Yunhe came to Weizi Town for a secret visit, he took the initiative to contact him. Relying on his chivalrous deeds that had nearly escaped death in the past, he gained Liu Yunhe's trust and set up a big trap for him.

He even did not take the young saint in front of him seriously.

It was only because of his unique physique that he became the saint's favorite fuel.

My roots, bones and inspiration are the worst. I can't practice cultivation and I'm so weak that I can't even tie a chicken. What else can I do besides being a firewood?
Li Yan shook his head and said:
"If you have no guilt in your heart, why should you say more?"

Yang Jinsong originally had a smug smile on his face, but when he heard Li Yan's words, his expression froze. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

I just feel like there's a hole in my heart that can never be filled.

Buried in that hole was the chivalrous and righteous young man from thirty years ago.

The reason why he said so much, and even smugly belittled Liu Yunhe, was to reduce the guilt in his heart.

Yang Jinsong's expression suddenly turned gloomy. There was no longer a smug smile in his eyes, but a hint of resentment. He bowed to Li Yan and said:
"please."

Li Yan clapped his hands and laughed:
"That's exactly the expression! That's right."

As he spoke, he walked past Yang Jinsong and headed towards the vermilion lacquered coffin with carved patterns.

It was time for him to be cremated, so there was no need for false courtesy. He could let off steam and scold anyone he wanted. The key point was that the other party would not dare to talk back.

This is the kind of pleasure I want.

Sure enough, Yang Jinsong's face twitched a few times, but he still suppressed his anger and dared not to explode.

The Holy Maiden is about to ascend to heaven, and Li Yan, the Holy Son of Immortality, is needed to dissect her body and burn it personally, without any mistakes.

Li Yan jumped onto the carriage, gently knocked on the red lacquered coffin, looked around and said:

"Open the coffin and welcome the Saint!"

A group of Yuhua believers immediately stepped forward and respectfully lifted the heavy wooden coffin lid, revealing what was inside.

By this time it had gotten dark, and torches were lit in the yard, shining the moonlight into the coffin in dim or bright light.

The saint lady, wearing a bright red robe, was lying inside, looking particularly enchanting under the firelight.

Her face was abnormally pale, her eyes were staring at the sky, and both pairs of pupils were dilated.

The entry for [Saintess of the Yuhua Society] immediately appeared.

Li Yan couldn't help but frown.

Dead!? And the Heart Demon is gone!

Noticing Li Yan's reaction, the two feather masters on the side stepped forward, and one of them said:
"The Saint said that what she did was deceiving the Heaven, and that she must die to deceive the Heaven, so that she can ascend the stairs and become an immortal. Saint Son, you only need to do as the Saint said."

Another old woman looked at Li Yan at this time and said in an irrefutable tone:
"The Holy Son needs to take the Saint out of this coffin, place her on the dismemberment table, undress her, open her chest and abdomen, take out her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and place them in the positions of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth in the Ascension Formation. Then, sew up the Saint's wounds and place her in the crematorium."

"After we dissect the Saintess, we will dissect the Saint's body as well. We will then pour kerosene all over the Saint's body and let him lie on top of the Saint's body. We will wait for the three-month eye contact. The entire Weizi Town will be sacrificed to the netherworld, and the Saint's body will be burned."

"Only in this way can we ascend the stairs with the Saint Lady and become immortals. Then, we can also follow the Saint Lady to the Immortal Realm and become immortals. How wonderful it is!"

After finishing her words, the old feather master raised her hands to make a gesture of rising wings, bowed deeply to Li Yan, and said:

"Please let the Holy Son ascend to heaven!"

The group of Yuhua believers on the side all formed hand seals and bowed to Li Yan:

"Please let the Holy Son ascend to heaven!"

Yang Jinsong also shouted loudly, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation, mixed with a hint of resentment.

Li Yan said no more words. He leaned over and reached his hand under the saint's body. He felt her slender waist and soft skin, which was much lighter than he had imagined.

Li Yan picked up the saint who was wearing a bright red bridal robe, walked down from the carriage, and surrounded by a group of Yuhua believers, walked step by step towards the morgue.

Behind him, these Yuhua followers held torches and chanted. The low chanting sound instantly enveloped the entire charity cemetery, bringing with it a strange atmosphere. They were chanting the Yuhua Sutra!
At this moment, there was ecstasy in the eyes of every Yuhua believer.

In their view, since the Saint was chosen by God, it was almost inevitable that she would ascend to heaven.

And when the Holy Maiden and the Holy Son burn themselves in fire, that is the time when they will ascend to heaven together.

After planning and preparing for so long, I can finally get what I wanted tonight!
When they arrived at the backyard of the charity cemetery, in front of the crematorium, the Yuhua believers had already set up a dismemberment platform, surrounded by black curtains, leaving only one entrance.

Like a tomb.

Li Yan took a deep breath, walked in holding the saint, and placed her "corpse" on the dissection table.

The group of Yuhua believers outside immediately knelt on the ground, closed their eyes and chanted the Yuhua Sutra.

Li Yan untied the big red bridal veil on the other person, revealing her snow-white skin.

Pick up the hook knife next to it and wipe it gently.

The blade is sharp, reflecting the bright moonlight like a clear spring.

Looking at the moon in the sky that was about to merge into one, Li Yan took a deep breath and stabbed the sharp hook knife into the saint's chest.

There was no sound at all.

The sharp blade pierced into the snow-white skin, and in an instant a line of blood was drawn, extending from the chest to the abdomen, and blood gushed out.

Li Yan's technique was rough. He simply reached his hand in and pushed it open with force, revealing the internal organs.

The Saint suddenly laughed and said, covering her mouth:
"It's so itchy, don't touch my waist, that's the most ticklish part."

Then, he twisted his torn waist, smiled at Li Yan, and asked:

"am I pretty?"

Li Yan looked straight ahead, took out two kidneys with both hands, placed them on the golden position of the magic circle beside him, and said expressionlessly:
"I am dissecting a corpse, Saint, please stop teasing me. Aren't you afraid that Heaven will find out?"

No flirting at work.

The Saint sighed, opened her heart and said:
"As I am about to ascend to immortality, I have developed a little attachment to this world. However, I have gradually come to feel the ruthlessness of the great Dao and the helplessness of the immortals."

Then he looked through the black curtain at the three bright moons in the sky that were about to merge into one, and said:

"When the three moons meet and evil spirits roam in groups, the way of heaven will be temporarily blinded. That will be the best time for me to ascend to heaven. It will be very difficult to conceal the truth and change the day..."

As she spoke, her eyes gradually became dull, and she said:
"Be gentle, my chest is itchy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into death again.

Li Yan placed her lungs at the water level of the magic circle and her heart at the fire level, having completely removed and placed her internal organs.

Then he picked up the needle and thread beside him and began to sew the wound carefully.

He moved the needle very quickly, and in a short while he had completely sutured the wound. He also fastened the buttons of the saint's big red bridal gown one by one and wiped the blood off her face.

If it weren't for the pool of blood under her body, she would look like a beautiful and pure girl.

After doing all this, Li Yan picked up the saint's body and put it into the crematorium next to him.

Seeing that the Saint had finished dissecting the corpse, all the Yuhua believers were overjoyed and shouted:
"How wonderful it is to ascend to heaven!"

"How wonderful it is to ascend to heaven!"

The saint's corpse has been dismembered, and the most basic work of the ascension ceremony has been completed. The next step is to dismember the corpse of the firewood saint and wait for the fire of March Tongmou to burn it.

Unexpectedly, Li Yan did not come out of the crematorium, but took out two long nails covered with runes and nailed the saint's hands to the ground.

A feather master frowned and said loudly:

"Sir, what are you doing? Every step of the Ascension Ceremony needs to be rigorous and meticulous in order to please the Netherworld. No random changes are allowed! Next, please step onto the corpse dissection platform and we will dissect the body for you, Sir."

According to Her Lady Saint, firewood is extremely important, especially the firewood chosen by God, which is enough to increase the success rate of ascending to heaven to a certainty.

Although the Holy Son in front of him looks a little crazy, compared to those believers who have been tortured and driven crazy by the underworld, he is already extremely normal. He is simply a natural firewood and will surely be favored by the underworld.

As he was speaking, a group of Yuhua believers gathered around him.

This Holy Son looks crazy, but he is actually a powerless loser, so naturally he lets them do whatever they want.

Yang Jinsong's face was filled with excitement, and he was ready to cut Li Yan with his own hands.

It was a great honor to personally cut open the Holy Son during this ascension ceremony. Moreover, the words of the crazy Holy Son just now made him feel uneasy.

Let's dissect this Holy Son alive and see if he still has sharp teeth?

Under the gaze of the group of Immortals, the weak-looking Holy Son walked out of the crematorium, twisted his neck, looked at the group of Immortals in front of him, and grinned:

"I reject."

(End of this chapter)