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Chapter 69: Head of believers, head of the sect

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[???]

 

 

[!!!!!!]

 

[Although I know I shouldn’t, I can’t control it…!! This picture is too stimulating, my goodness!]

 

[Fvck, Fvck, Fvck, what’s going on!]

 

[And the tattoos are equal to the name or something… Ahhhhhhhhhh I can’t take it anymore; it’s so fragrant, so fragrant! Is this something we can watch without paying? Help!]

 

[Is it just me? I can’t help but kind of want to… form a CP?!]

 

[Fvck, wait for me, me too, aaaaahh! I can’t stand it, I’m gonna burst!]

The man raised his hand, stuck out his scarlet tongue, and elegantly licked the blood from his fingertips.

“No wonder I have such an appetite for you.”

He licked the blood off his lips, raised a pair of golden eyes burning with hunger, and looked at the human in front of him as if he was sizing up his prey:

“You have a very good soul.”

He smiled silently, his scorching eyes sweeping over the young man in front of him.
He added lightly: “And the body.”

“……”

After hearing the “compliment” from the other party, Wen Jianyan’s mind couldn’t help but shut down for a second, and the words he had just prepared got stuck in his throat, making him speechless and unable to say anything for a moment.

This? ? ?

It’s only been a short time since they haven’t seen each other, why does the other party seem to be… much more perverted than last time!

At this moment, a somewhat stuttering sound came from the wall not far away:

“God the Father…It’s him…He liberated us…made us free…and let us take revenge.” It sounded extraordinarily honest, with unquestionable love and reverence for the human being in front of him:

“He liberated…your fragment…and made you…wake up.”

Wen Jianyan: “……”

“He’s…your…representative…and brought you…many, many, new…believers and congregants.
Although he is a…human being, he is the head…of your congregation.”

Wen Jianyan: “……”

Please.

Don’t talk!

“……”

The man narrowed his cold golden eyes, and repeated word for word: “The leader of my congregation.”

“If you want, you can check, my memory—”

Check memory? !

Do you still think I’m not dying fast enough?

Wen Jianyan’s back felt cold, and he hurriedly interrupted the wall’s behavior of continuously reducing his chances of survival:

“God the Father!”

The other party paused and looked up silently.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and forced himself to calm down:

“Actually, I……”

The man hooked his fingers lightly.

Wen Jianyan felt the cold darkness climb up to his neck and cheeks like silk, wrapping round and round and sealing his mouth tightly:

“Mmm, mmm, mmm!”

Wen Jianyan’s eyes widened, and he tried hard to make a sound, but he could only squeeze out fragmented syllables from his throat.

In the “Integrity First” live broadcast room:

[Fvck! The anchor is finished!]

 

[Aaaaahhhhh, the dog liar is really finished!]

 

[Oh my god! The dog liar can’t talk anymore!]

 

[Hahahahahahahaha, he’s so miserable, really miserable, but why can’t I stop laughing!]

The man withdrew his gaze and looked up at the wall not far away: “Continue.”

Next, Wen Jianyan hung limply on the wall and listened to the relentless praise and admiration from the wall for three minutes with empty eyes.

“Yes..yes……”

Tiny and broken voices sounded from all directions.

“The leader is so kind.”

“The leader said that his words are the words of God the Father.
When you were asleep, he conveyed your wishes to us.”

“Yes, yes.
He said that you’re sleeping, and nothing could save us but ourselves.”

Wen Jianyan: “……”

It’s over.

He’s finished.

Truly finished.

However, during the time he was forced to shut up, Wen Jianyan noticed some details that he hadn’t been aware of before.

This ghost boss, it seems…in every instance, he’s getting a little soberer.

In the first instance, the other party had just woken up and was unable to communicate.
He could only “eat” under the control of instinct, his memory was blurred, and his reaction was messy.
Although he would respond to his lies, he was essentially ignorant.

When they met in the second instance again, the other party’s language function had gradually become fluent.
Although there was still a lot of common sense missing, he was able to talk and communicate with him.

But this time, the opponent’s state was completely different from the previous instances.

His logic was clear, every action had a strong sense of purpose, and he consciously dominates and controls everything around him, which brings more dangerous and uncontrollable feelings.

It was like… a beast slowly coming to its senses.

He had strength and wisdom.

Those two things combined were always the scariest.

Although the opponent was very dangerous in the previous two instances, he didn’t have much vigilance toward him, a weak human being, and he didn’t even treat him as an enemy.
As long as acted properly, he could be deceived and manipulated.

But now……

Recalling his actions in the last instance, Wen Jianyan thought that this road was basically blocked.

However, that didn’t mean he had no chance of winning.

Or even… quite the opposite.

Only rational people could be persuaded.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes; his amber eyes were hidden under his long eyelashes, and there was a glimmer of light in the bottom of his eyes.

Finally, the surroundings became quiet again.

The thick darkness descended again, as if blocking out all other voices.
The sudden silence dragged Wen Jianyan back from his contemplation.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he finally returned to reality.
He carefully raised his eyes and secretly looked in the direction of the evil spirit through the gap.

Suddenly, the darkness that had been surrounding Wen Jianyan moved.

Wen Jianyan’s eyes widened, and he found himself being pulled by the darkness, and his whole body drifted toward the man uncontrollably.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

A muffled grunt escaped from his throat.

The man’s palm pressed against his waist again, rubbing along the solidified wound.

Soon, the wound burst open again, and scarlet blood slid down along the young man’s graceful and firm skin.

The opponent’s fingertips were as cold as ice, stained with warm blood, moving upward slowly until the scarlet color was painted on the young man’s firm chest, and finally stopped on the opponent’s slender neck.

“You’re the head of my believers?”

The throat under the fingertips was white and soft, trembling slightly; through the thin, warm skin, one could even feel the rapidly beating heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The strong beating was irregular, fresh, and full of vitality.

Under the pressure, the other party’s throat trembled unconsciously, rolling flexibly in his palm, bringing a strong itching.

The man lowered his golden eyes, and his aggressive eyes fell on the throat of the human being, as if he could tear the other’s throat open in the next second.

He said slowly, in a low voice:

“The leader of my sect?”

“Hmm hmm hmm!” Wen Jianyan blinked desperately, mobilizing any movable joints in his body, expressing a strong intention to speak with body language.

The young man’s body was full of heat and vigor, bouncing and rubbing, like a disobedient fish, sparing no effort to show its strong vitality.

“……”

The man’s golden eyes dimmed involuntarily.

He graciously raised his finger again.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt all the restraints on his body disappear in an instant, and the darkness wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and lips drifted away.

He suddenly lost weight and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wen Jianyan held his throat and coughed uncontrollably.

In the pitch-black space, apart from his coughing, there was only a dead silence in his ears.

Finally, slowly, the young man’s cough stopped.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and looked up at the man in front of him: “That’s right.”

Because of the intense cough just now, his voice was still a little hoarse, with a gritty texture: “I am indeed the head of your believers, the head of your sect.”

The man lowered his golden eyes, staring at the young man at his feet without sadness or joy.

“I don’t know how long you have been sealed, but I have accomplished more things in less than three days than you, who have been sleeping for a hundred years.”

The young man looked up at him without hesitation and said in a hoarse voice: “Not only did I liberate your original soul from the first mirror, but I also unsealed your soul fragments from Granny Wen’s suppression.
I rescued your believers and expanded your congregation at least two times!”

“You are a god, but you are a sealed god.”

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said disrespectful words: “I guess your soul should not be completely freed from the seal yet?”

“Or, you probably haven’t collected all the fragments yet, right?”

The young man raised his shiny black eyelashes, which were wet with tears.
His eyes were filled with slight water because of the cough just now.
The corners of his eyes were reddish, and his fair chest was covered with scars.

He smiled briefly:

“You won’t find a Pope more useful than me.”

“Yes, I am not religious enough.”

“But what’s the use of pious fools?”

Wen Jianyan raised his head, his amber eyes were dripping with water, carrying a bit of indescribable danger; evil, fragile, and charming.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if tempting and almost provocative:

“Or… do you have no confidence to tame my soul?”

The author has something to say: 

I told you to shut up! Why don’t you listen! (distressed)