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Upon hearing this, Yun Shuo deliberately slowed down his pace. He gave Huangfa a deep look, as if testing her resolve, and asked her a pretentiously profound question, "Are you truly willing to unconditionally dedicate your flesh and blood to the Supreme Wind God?"

A glint of determination flashed in the woman's eyes, and she answered decisively, "I'm absolutely sure!"

Yun Shuo nodded, as if he had received a satisfactory answer. He raised his hand and said simply and decisively, "Okay! Bring me the knife!"

Then he just waved his hand without caring whether anyone would come to give him a knife.

After hesitating for a moment, someone in the crowd handed over the thin and sharp knife that he had used to "climb the knife mountain" before.

Yun Shuo took it casually, looked at the woman, and began to pick and choose as if he was evaluating a piece of pork.

He lifted the woman's sleeve with disdain, glanced at her scrawny arms, wrinkled his nose and said, "This... the meat is really thin, and the texture is rough, as dry as weathered firewood. Just the appearance alone makes me lose my appetite."

Then he turned his gaze to other places, not very satisfied at all. His face was filled with unconcealable disgust, and he even sighed pretentiously, "With flesh and blood like you, after offering it up there, let alone being blessed by the gods, it would be a blessing if the gods didn't despise you."

The blond woman was so angry at these remarks that she was stunned. Her face flushed instantly and she retorted in embarrassment, "Mind your own business! You're not satisfied with this and that! Are you buying pork? You're so picky! Just tell me the conditions and I'll provide them myself!"

"Isn't it just picking meat?" Facing the woman's anger, Yun Shuo shrugged and replied leisurely. Then he sneered, "You're providing it yourself. Do you deserve it?"

He twirled the knife in his hand, stained with countless blood, and an indescribable light flickered in his eyes. "Well, I see the flesh on your upper arm is still quite tender. I'll use you as a demonstration first, so that none of you will disbelieve me."

"Bring us a statue!" Yun Shuo's voice suddenly became stern.

After saying that, he forced the woman to kneel down.

When the statue was brought in respectfully, he ordered the woman to kowtow repeatedly until her forehead was covered in blood, which was shocking.

"Knock hard, knock hard, if you don't make a sound, the gods won't hear you." Yun Shuo's voice was low and cold.

The woman was knocked so hard that she felt dizzy and couldn't even kneel straight. She cried out in her heart that she had been tricked. But just as she was struggling to get up and was about to slap Yun Shuo twice, a cold knife was stuffed into her hand.

She turned around in shock, only to see Yun Shuo staring at her. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Hurry up, while it's still hot, cut off the flesh from the inside of your upper arm and throw it in front of the statue, then kowtow. The divine power will appear."

His words were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, revealing a deadly temptation.

The woman's hand holding the knife was shaking. She had already knocked the head down, and it would be a shame not to complete the whole process. She took a deep breath and decided to do it.

But whether it was because she was scared or because she was dizzy from kowtow, when she pointed the blade at her skin, her hand shook and the cut went astray.

The knife had been sharpened countless times, and was now sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, and flesh was even more vulnerable to it. With that one stroke, a thin piece of flesh fell off the arm.

Blood suddenly gushed out and dripped down her arm to the ground. The pain quickly burned through her nerves like a raging fire. The woman was in excruciating pain and almost suffocated.

But Yun Shuo kept saying, "Hurry up, otherwise the meat will lose its effectiveness soon. Then you'll have cut it in vain and have to cut it again. It will be so painful."

The woman was so frightened by these words that she trembled all over. She immediately picked up the meat that fell on the ground and threw it out as if it were a piece of hot iron. It fell directly in front of the wooden statue.

The statues carved from wood are smooth and round, and you can tell at a glance that they have been carefully polished by craftsmen. They look kind and benevolent, like a real god descended to the earth.

However, at this moment, those few drops of scarlet blood splashed on it, like ghost fire in the dark night, instantly breaking the tranquility and peace, appearing particularly creepy and chilling.

After the woman shook off the flesh, she could no longer bear the severe pain and cried out in pain.

Is it so painful? Yun Shuo stood aside, watching the woman struggling in pain, a playful smile on his face.

When I saw others “climbing a mountain of knives” before, why didn’t I know that they would feel pain too?

Yun Shuo narrowed his eyes with a smile, stretched out his fingers, and gently brushed the wound on the woman's arm, smearing a layer of his own divine power on the wound, shrouding it in a faint halo of light.

"Look, the divine power has appeared!" Yun Shuo raised his voice and said directly.

However, the woman was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. Her eyes were blurred and she could only see the blood that kept flowing out.

Even after hearing that he finally possessed the divine power he had always dreamed of, he just lay on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for breath. The bloodstains on his forehead and the blood on his arms intertwined together and slowly flowed to the ground.

The crowd ignored the woman's pain and rushed forward, scrambling to examine her arm. Yun Shuo stepped aside and stood quietly to the side, looking at the group of people in front of him with fanatical eyes, and said loudly: "Now, do you believe me?"

"I believe it!" Everyone nodded continuously, looking at Yun Shuo with such admiration.

Chapter 4: Who is the person who recognized me?

The woman was in so much pain that she was unconscious. She could only murmur in a sobbing voice, "It hurts... Mom... It hurts..."

Her arms were constantly pulled back and forth by one person after another, being manipulated like an object.

They observed the divine power on the wound over and over again, and many of them even poked the exposed muscles directly, or used their fingers to roughly stretch the skin near the wound, just to get a clearer glimpse of the wonder of the divine power quietly blooming between the skin.

No one cared about the sobbing sound coming from the woman's mouth. The painful pain was so insignificant in the eyes of everyone. They just stood there marveling at the extraordinary mystery of the divine power.

Even the mother whom the woman kept calling out just took the opportunity to squeeze next to the woman.

She perfunctorily touched her daughter's head, offering a hint of comfort, then stared at her daughter's arm with scorching eyes. She examined the wound directly, muttering, "Why are you crying? What's wrong with a little pain? You're so weak at your age? What a great opportunity it is to gain divine power! Others want to endure this kind of suffering but can't. Don't be so ungrateful!"

After confirming that this method could indeed grant people supernatural powers, the emotions in the crowd were instantly ignited and the atmosphere became heated.

The originally suspicious atmosphere suddenly turned into a boiling voice of support.

Many people spontaneously began to defend Yun Shuo, racking their brains and speaking eloquently to "change Yun Shuo's confession", causing Yun Shuo to doubt whether he was really the most loyal believer of the God of Wind.

"Who said before that this lord's divine power was black? That's complete nonsense! It's clearly a deep green, almost black! To me, it's pure green!"

Those who knew what was going on had already begun to defend Yun Shuo, calling him "Sir" all the time and not missing any opportunity to flatter him.

"Me too!" The person next to him hadn't figured it out yet, but seeing that everyone else was talking, he quickly responded, fearing that he would miss the opportunity.

If there is one, there will be two. If you can't be the first person to try something new, then being the second one is fine.

Anyway, as long as there is divine power, it is a good thing!

So a lot of words came out from the crowd to explain Yun Shuo. The reason was not for anything else, but to completely draw a line between themselves and the group of people who had previously called for Yun Shuo to be killed and criticized, for fear that Yun Shuo would dislike them because of this.

After all, Yun Shuo said this was just a "demonstration", which means he hasn't taken any real action yet.

The evidence was that although the woman's wound was covered with a layer of divine power, they fiddled with it for a long time and saw no signs of the wound healing.

On the other hand, although Yun Shuo's injuries did not heal quickly, everyone had witnessed with their own eyes that his abdomen, which was originally a bloody mess with a large empty space, had gradually grown organs and flesh.

The effect of this treatment can be said to be "resurrection and death, and turning flesh into bones".

If any of them knew what form the divine power of the Wind Country took, they would know how outrageous Yun Shuo's lie was.

Unfortunately, none of them knew such detailed information, so they had to be fooled by Yun Shuo's lies.

"Who on earth said you were a heretic? If you were truly a heretic, how could you possibly possess the power of the God of Wind?"

"That's right! How could the power of another god appear in the land of the God of Wind?"

"Aside from the benevolent and generous God of Wind, who else would bestow blessings simply because of a believer's piety? Piety to the gods is the most basic standard for a believer!"

"That's right! Thanks to you, sir, we finally came to our senses and realized our mistakes!"

Everyone had a fawning smile on their face. It looked like they wanted to come up and kowtow to Yun Shuo, hoping that he could slip some "good stuff" out of his fingers.

Yun Shuo, however, started to act arrogantly at this moment. He pounded his waist, frowned slightly, and sighed softly, "Ah, being tied up for so long is really a bit tiring."

The fool was still rushing back home to get a chair, while the smart man had already pulled the old man who was still curled up in the chair up and pushed him aside.

Then he carefully wiped the chair inside and out with his sleeves, then bent down and invited Yun Shuo to take a seat with a smile on his face, "Sir, please take a seat!"

Yun Shuo did not refuse and sat down directly, as if all this was natural.

Now, the person who came panting and carrying the chair was beating his chest and stamping his feet, regretting why he had not thought of this.

The old man, who was once regarded as a "guest of honor" by everyone, could only stand there in a daze. He had long since gone from being a respected elder in the village to a disgusting old man targeting a real big shot.

Everyone respected you before because you had really seen divine power. But now the situation has changed. It's just a divine power, and everyone is like they've seen it. Who do you think you are?

To these people, Yun Shuo and Na Qiao were not scary. Quite the opposite. To them, people with divine power naturally had a bit of arrogance, so it was natural for them to take Na Qiao for granted.

If they also possessed divine powers, they would definitely be like "a dragon in the sky, and all the mortals are reduced to mud under their feet." They would feel disgusted and defiled their eyes by even glancing at these "country bumpkins" in their own village.

Therefore, Yun Shuo's arrogance became the best proof of his status as a divinely favored person. If he behaved arrogantly, it would only make them suspicious and question his true identity.

"Okay! That yellow-haired guy, let me ask you, do you feel your divine power now?" Yun Shuo slammed the armrest of the chair, and the crowd immediately dispersed to make way, revealing the yellow-haired woman in the center who was surrounded by everyone.

The woman nodded weakly. She was so weak that even this one action was difficult for her to perform. The amplitude of her nod was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, let alone speaking.

Her mother was afraid that her daughter's attitude would cause Yun Shuo's dissatisfaction, so she quickly responded for her, "I believe it, of course I believe it! Your words are of course the truth!"

After saying that, she pressed down her daughter, who was already breathing more than breathing in, and kowtowed to Yun Shuo several times, repeating over and over again, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Yun Shuo turned away in disdain, avoiding the direction they were going to kowtow to, and said in a cold voice, "If you have the time to spare, you should kowtow to the God of Wind a few more times and offer your sincere prayers."

His eyes rolled as he continued to make up a lie, "I told your daughter to cut off a larger wound, but she refused to listen. The current blessing is only enough to allow her to manifest divine power, but this meager power is not enough to heal her wound. Wait for two days, then let her cut off the wound again."

He emphasized: "Remember, it needs at least this big a piece of meat. It can only be more, not less." As he spoke, Yun Shuo made a "circle" with his hand, which was exactly similar to the shocking wound on his abdomen.

He then gestured to his stomach, "The closer to the source of life, the purer the flesh and blood, and the more it demonstrates one's piety. In other words, the more deadly the flesh and blood is, the more effective it will be!"

Yun Shuo used himself as an example, which was naturally the best signboard.

He didn't even need to say it himself, everyone arrogantly believed that as long as they dug a hole in their stomach similar to the wound on Yun Shuo's abdomen, they would be able to gain the divine power to heal their own flesh.

From then on, they could become retainers of the nobles and rise to prominence overnight.

There were many people in the crowd eager to try, and some had even taken the knife and made a gesture on their stomach, thinking that they might as well go all out. Since they had already cut such a big piece, why not be more ruthless and just cut a bigger piece and get it done in one go.

Their eyes flashed with greed and fanaticism, as if they had already seen the day when they would be dressed in gorgeous clothes and stand proudly beside the nobles.

Yun Shuo just sat there quietly, watching this absurd drama with cold eyes.

Before the bloodstained statue, devout believers knelt, each of them knocking their heads against the ground with a deafening roar. The sound of their foreheads hitting the ground was particularly harsh in this scene of silence and chaos.

Some of the victims were so quick to strike that the knife had already pierced their stomachs. The white knife went in, the red knife came out, blood staining the blades red, and the people fell there, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The blood spread in front of the statue like an uncontrolled river, soaking the robes and knees of the surrounding believers, but no one was afraid.

Those who were still kowtowing kowtowing louder and faster; those who had finished kowtowing, after seeing the miserable state of those who had attacked them, attacked themselves even more ruthlessly; those who fell to the ground had foolish smiles on their faces, wondering if they were imagining the good days when they would gain divine power and be able to "call the wind and rain".

The scene became chaotic for a while, and Yun Shuo was naturally happy to select some people from time to time and cover them with a layer of divine power, making them mistakenly believe that they had successfully obtained divine power.

This false satisfaction made their faces show even crazier smiles.

"Hey, I am the one favored by God! I am the one favored by God! Hahahaha!" Cheers continued to emerge from those hoarse voices.

Yun Shuo sat on the chair and laughed heartily. His laughter was silent, and it seemed as if he was just grinning there.

When these people, for the sake of that illusory divine power, spared no expense and cruelly tortured foreigners to death, did they ever think that one day they would die in endless pain like those innocent foreigners?

Most of them simply cut open their abdomens and cut off a piece of flesh to offer as an offering. On the surface, this seems like a cost-effective method.

After all, in this way, if the offering is successful, it will be done in one step. If the offering fails, they will die soon, so there is nothing to worry about.

But in reality, if there were no other people to help end their lives, they could still live for at least six hours after their stomachs were cut open, or even up to three days before they died.

They will watch their bodies gradually deteriorate, feeling the passing of life and the approach of death bit by bit, which is undoubtedly a painful thing.

The divine power given by Yun Shuo is just a superficial splendor. In fact, the only thing they can have is death.

"Stop! Stop right there!" A clear and stern female voice exploded from behind like thunder, shocking everyone present.

At that moment, whether they were kneeling or lying down, as long as their heads could move, they all turned their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Yun Shuo did not look back. He already knew in his heart that this person was probably the "thing" that these villagers had been waiting for.

If it weren't for her, I would have no room for maneuver and would have been quickly tied up in the raging fire by these ignorant guys and completely turned into ashes.

Not to mention that I can sit here peacefully like I am now, and still have the leisure to torture them all to death.

Yun Shuo subconsciously touched the handle of the chair, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful - what a pity, if he had come a little later, all these people would probably have died.

However, Yun Shuo was not worried about being punished for this.

Although he did not like this rule, there was no doubt that "those favored by God were superior to ordinary people" - this was an unspoken iron rule among all countries.

"Stop right there! Do you know what you are doing?!" The female voice rose again and shouted to the confused people in Sus Village.

Afterwards, the large group of people she brought immediately surrounded him. Yun Shuo was still sitting there motionless, forming a sharp contrast with the panicked people around him. It was obvious at a glance that he was the "mastermind".

"What's going on? What did you do?" A majestic voice sounded in Yun Shuo's ears, with obvious questioning and dissatisfaction.

The coolness of the dagger also touched the side of Yun Shuo's neck, like an icy snake's tongue, gently scratching his skin.

However, Yun Shuo still did not look back. There was no expression on his face, as if the threat to his life was just a trivial matter to him and could not make him panic at all.

"Sir, you're really wronging me." Yun Shuo's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. "What can I do? I can only send them to see the God of Wind as soon as possible. After all, they are all his most loyal believers!"

His tone was openly filled with sarcasm, and at the end he added hypocritically, "Your Excellency, please understand!"

However, in the next moment, a cry of surprise exploded behind him like a bolt from the blue, "Yun Shuo!"

Yun Shuo frowned when he heard that.

He clearly remembered that he had never mentioned his name since arriving in Susi Township. He had never set foot outside of Kori City before, let alone met anyone from the Wind Country.

The only Wind Countryman who knew his own name should be Lumi, but this voice didn't match.