Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 29 Climbing the steps
"Roar."

A voice came from somewhere.

Afterwards, all the villagers present put on masks.

They surrounded Lin Yao in the middle.

A low roar gradually sounded.

The bonfire crackled and they danced wildly around Lin Yao.

The shadows on the ground are entangled with each other, like monsters lurking in the abyss, watching the world.

"Boom."

The priest dropped the drumstick.

The people who were still dancing stopped instantly.

Lin Yao looked at them, his eyes beneath the mask devoid of all humanity.

Indifference pierced his body like a blade.

"Boom."

The drums sounded again, and the priest waved his hands faster and faster.

The villagers gradually approached Lin Yao.

"Thorn."

Lin Yao's clothes were torn off and bloodstains began to appear as the villagers continued to rush to his front.

He endured the pain that was like being tortured to death, but his eyes were always fixed on the priest.

The monk standing next to her was trembling slightly.

I couldn't even help but close my eyes.

"Young Master, how does my sacrifice compare to the Paradise Feast?"

The priest chuckled, seemingly enjoying the scene.

The monk spoke tremblingly.

"Amitabha, I don't know."

After hearing his words, the priest's laughter became more relaxed, and the drumbeats gradually became chaotic and lost their rhythm.

The villagers became more and more crazy, as if Lin Yao in front of them was just an animal for sacrifice.

With a snap, the drumstick broke and fell in front of the monk.

Lin Yao's chest was covered in blood. If he hadn't been leaning on the two people behind him, he would have fallen to the ground.

The intense pain stimulated his nerves.

But he was extremely clear-headed.

The priestess gradually walked towards Lin Yao, and with every step forward, she untied a piece of clothing.

When she reached him, she was already naked.

There was a fiery glint in the eyes of those villagers.

She took off the mask on her face, and her pure face seemed untainted by any worldly disturbance.

The priest reached out and stroked Lin Yao's cheek, his palm gradually sliding down to his chest.

"What a wonderful heartbeat."

She leaned on Lin Yao's chest, closed her eyes and listened to her heartbeat.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"cough."

Lin Yao let out a hoarse roar from his throat.

The priest's hands were inserted into his chest, and the already bloody area was torn apart.

Lin Yao's heart appeared before her.

"My Lady Priest! The Bodhisattva must live!"

The monk finally couldn't help but speak.

But then he regretted it.

The priest did not turn around, but the villagers in front of him all turned around after the voice fell.

His body was still facing Lin Yao.

"Crack."

The bonfire crackled again.

The villagers looked at him quietly, their necks cracking, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The monk fell to the ground, his pants were wet.

"laugh."

The laughter echoed in the silent night sky.

The monk was on the verge of mental collapse when faced with this scene.

He climbed up using his hands and feet, but just as he turned around, he stopped.

The monk raised his head and almost bumped into the colorful mask.

"laugh."

Laughter came from behind the mask.

The monk's screams echoed through the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. A head hung alone on the eerie white bones, its empty eyes looking up at the sky.

The mask once again added a touch of bright red.

"Wonderful?"

The priest put his forehead against Lin Yao's chest and spoke softly.

"Ah."

Lin Yao sneered, and the fishy-sweet taste rushed into his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

The priestess stretched out her hands and held Lin Yao's heart, which was beating in her palms.

"so beautiful."

The priest leaned over and gave it a gentle kiss.

She exerted force with both hands, and blood gushed out, covering her cheeks.

Lin Yao's body stiffened and he lowered his head.

The priest stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

She reached out and took off Lin Yao's mask and put it on her own face.

"May the goddess bestow her blessings upon us!"

She was naked, kneeling on the ground and bowing to Lin Yao.

"May the goddess bestow her grace upon us."

The surrounding villagers also knelt on the ground, praying devoutly. "Am I dead?"

Lin Yao opened his eyes tiredly.

My chest feels empty and a little cold.

The world before my eyes was filled with only a depressing dark red.

He moved forward mechanically, without any sound around him.

Suddenly, Lin Yao stopped.

His ankles were grabbed and the cowherd's body appeared at his feet.

Along with them came the guests in the wedding hall.
They grabbed Lin Yao's body.

"You're here to keep us company."

They laughed grimly.

"what?"

Lin Yao spoke in confusion.

He didn't remember who he was or why he was here.

Also, what about your heart?
"Who is the Weaver Girl?"

This name is the only thing left in Lin Yao's vague memory.

He looked down blankly at the monsters that kept grabbing him.

"I can't stay here."

Lin Yao grabbed the person closest to him and stuffed him into his chest.

The man turned into a gray dot of light and hovered in his chest.

"Something's missing."

He grabbed another person and stuffed him in.

The guests were stunned. Lin Yao raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Something's missing."

He spoke again, then grabbed the guests with both hands and stuffed them into his chest.

"Not enough, not enough!"

He roared, he didn't know who he was, he just knew that he wanted to fill his chest.

The guests scattered, they were frightened.

The Lin Yao in front of them was even crazier and weirder than them.

“It’s all food, it’s all food!”

Lin Yao stretched out his hands and grabbed the two guests beside him, stuffed one into his chest, and lowered his head to bite the other one.

The guest struggled, but he was bitten tightly, and turned into a point of light and flowed into his chest.

Lin Yao kept chasing the guests around him, tearing their bodies apart as if he had lost his humanity.

In the end, only Niulang was left.

He lay there, facing Lin Yao, and instead of running away, he suddenly laughed.

"You have also been deceived. You have also been deceived by the Weaver Girl."

He laughed loudly, but Lin Yao's expression remained unchanged. He just walked forward and bit his neck hard.

The cowherd's voice gradually faded.

After eating him, Lin Yao looked around.

"Nothing."

He looked down at his chest. His heart had recovered, and human faces kept appearing on its gray-black surface, roaring silently.

Lin Yao stumbled forward, his facial expression changing constantly.

Sometimes crazy, sometimes sad.

All the emotions flowed across his face.

It makes one's hair stand on end.

There is a mirror placed on the road ahead.

Lin Yao walked to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

"One more? There's one more!"

His smile gradually twisted, and he reached out to grab himself in the mirror, but caught nothing.

The mirror seemed to be right in front of him.

But I can't catch it no matter what.

Lin Yao kept reaching out to grab until he was exhausted.

The mirror still stood before him.

He continued to reach forward in confusion, and the shadow in the mirror also reached out his hand.

Lin Yao was stunned for a moment and lowered his head to look at his chest.

"It's me, it's me!"

He reached out and tore off the flesh from his chest and stuffed it into his mouth.

One piece, another piece.

Only the gray heart is beating on the eerie white bones, and only the lonely head is chewing non-stop.

"This is the last one left."

He raised his arms.

Only the skeletal arm remained.

Take that heart off.

The mirror shattered and the bones collapsed.

The gray heart rolled beside the head, but Lin Yao seemed to feel nothing, and the look in his eyes gradually faded.

A hand stretched out from the broken lens.

The fragments scattered all over the ground pieced together a faceless man.

Its chest beat, but it had no heart.

The faceless man tore off Lin Yao's face and put it on his own face, and they instantly became one.

He placed the heart in his chest.

The embroidery thread interweaves in the flesh and blood, filling the void.

It faced Lin Yao and spoke stiffly.

"The true form is annihilated, and destiny ascends the stairs!"

(End of this chapter)