On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Six girls were carried away, and then two Persian beauties wearing exquisite hats walked in lightly. Their faces were filled with joy and anticipation, and their steps were filled with an exotic elegance. They slowly came to Liu Hanyang, who was sweating and naked, and knelt down.

Brand, like a rigorous scientist, carefully gathered the scattered blood into a small bottle and shook it gently, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.

"Master Liu, they are the Purifiers of the Holy Church, and they have come to perform a purification ritual for you."

Oh?

It is worthy of being the Holy Religion, it is so thoughtful.

The two women smiled at each other, in perfect tacit understanding. They opened their red lips slightly with gentle movements, as if performing a sacred ritual, cleaning Liu Hanyang until his whole body was sore.

Brand watched quietly from the side, and when the time was right, he nodded slightly, indicating that everything was just right.

"The Sacred Fire Ceremony is about to begin. Sir Liu, please follow me."

"Huh, huh, good."

Liu Hanyang has never done such a thing.

In an hour, he helped six girls transform successfully, and experienced the care of two exotic beauties. For a moment, he felt indescribably comfortable all over.

With light steps, Liu Hanyang and Brand came to the holy land of joining the religion. Liu Hanyang met his wife Tang and everyone in the Liu family.

Liu Hanyang slowly walked up to Tang and saw that she looked anxious.

"Master! You are here! Ying'er and the others have already arranged accommodations, but we have been waiting all afternoon and no one has come."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Zoroastrianism is a holy religion and will make proper arrangements for every believer."

At this moment, Liu Hanyang was filled with unprecedented love and admiration for Zoroastrianism. He even felt an impulse in his heart, and he wanted to immediately contribute all his strength to this holy land, so he didn't care about Tang's words.

At this moment, Warwick walked into the house with a brisk pace, exuding vitality. He looked at Liu Hanyang and sneered.

"Hehehe, Master Liu, are you ready to welcome the sacred fire?"

"Replying to the branch leader, it's already prepared."

Warwick's eyes flashed with satisfaction when he heard this: "Alright! Come, please bring the sacred fire!"

As he finished speaking, three Persians in pristine white robes slowly entered from the side door. Their steps were steady and their expressions solemn, as if they were carrying a heavy weight. Together, they held aloft a majestic torch, the flames leaping, emitting a fiery and sacred light. They advanced towards Liu Hanyang, each step imbued with a sense of ritual.

"Master Liu, please raise the sacred flame and light the altar."

Liu Hanyang respectfully took the torch with both hands. The flame seemed to burn even more vigorously in his hands, illuminating his resolute face.

At the same time, Warwick shouted loudly: "Oh, God Ahura, please let your will come to the world and accept their devout worship!"

His call was like an invisible force, stirring the air and causing the Persians in the surrounding compartments to whisper. The voice was as low and lingering as an ancient spell, interweaving into one: "Ahura, sodole sallam,! @￥%&*..."

Liu Hanyang's movements were clean and neat. He threw the torch in his hand toward the center of the altar. The flames instantly licked up and turned into a raging flame, illuminating every corner around him.

Brand threw the bottle filled with blood lightly, and it drew a dark red track in the air. Then, the moment it embraced the flame, the bottle shattered, and the bright red liquid and the raging flames intertwined, like the most sacred and cruel offering in ancient sacrifices, emitting a solemn and terrifying light.

The rising smoke did not dissipate with the wind. Instead, it followed a mysterious rhythm, rising up and pointing straight to the dome, and then slowly discharged through a square window, like a dream.

Witnessing this scene, the women of the Tang and Liu families were all overwhelmed with emotion. They all knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, closed their eyes reverently, as if they were on a spiritual pilgrimage.

They fantasized that from this moment on, the Liu family would break free from the shackles of fate and restart the glorious chapter of the past.

Especially Tang, her eyes were shining with unprecedented determination and hope. The desire for the future was like being ignited by a raging fire, illuminating every corner of her heart. She recited it devoutly.

"Oh, God Ahura, please bless us, and grant our family peace and happiness, and longevity."

At this time, Warwick licked his yellow and black teeth, waved his hand, and a Persian came forward and brought Liu Hanyang to him.

Liu Hanyang did not have too many suspicions in his mind. According to etiquette, he respectfully bowed to the leader of the branch temple.

"Master of the branch altar."

"Well, Lord Liu," Warwick's voice was low and powerful, "Do you remember what I told you about this small price?"

"Of course I remember. Please let the sub-forum leader know." Liu Hanyang smiled and was secretly proud of himself.

Fortunately, I brought money with me.

However, just when this pride was about to overflow with words, the Persians around him who were originally immersed in the low chanting sound suddenly fell silent, as if driven by an invisible force, and dropped the scriptures in their hands and poured into the hall like a tide.

Liu Hanyang saw it clearly. One of the strong men instantly threw his wife Tang to the ground and took advantage of her from top to bottom.

Tang was horrified and shouted in panic, "Ah! What are you doing? Let me go! Master!!"

The rest of the concubines and female relatives were not spared either and were completely divided up by the Persians who rushed in.

Some of them fought alone, while others formed groups of three, laughing and undressing, as if what they saw were not people but delicious meals that they could enjoy at will.

Moreover, they did not hold back and the women burst into tears.

“Ah!! It hurts!!”

"Let me go! You bastard!"

"Master!! Wuwuwuwu, what are you doing! Wuwuwuwu......"

"Master, save me!!"

"Uncle!"

"what!!!"

"Madam!" Liu Hanyang's eyes turned red and he was about to rush down, but was captured by two Persians.

He struggled and shouted at Warwick, "Master, what on earth does this mean?!"

"What do you mean? Hahahahaha, this is the price you need to pay! It's also the last stage of your initiation into the sect, called, Exchange."

"What about my daughter? Where's Yuying?"

"Her? She has become my cauldron. Don't worry, your daughter is so beautiful and has a great figure. I will treat her well."

"You, you devil!! You lied to me!"

"Lie to you? What were you thinking when you enjoyed my six virgin daughters?" Warwick patted his shoulder and whispered.

"They are just a bunch of women. When we rule the world, how many women will we have? Today, you need to sit here and watch this feast. From now on, these people will have nothing to do with you. They will all become maids of my Holy Church!"

Liu Hanyang stared at all this in a daze, and finally sat down on the ground.

Tang was naked, with her mouth blocked by a huge object, and saliva and tears of despair were flowing everywhere.

She looked at Liu Hanyang, her eyes filled with hatred or humiliation...