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Chapter 77 A Sacrifice with Extremely High Ideological Awareness

"Snap!"

The wooden door, which had been struggling to hold on in the cold wind, finally gave way and the bolt snapped open.

A scraping sound rang out, and countless pale, rotten, skeletal hands surged into the crack of the door like a tide, tearing the two heavy door panels apart.

"thump!"

The door panel fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust mixed with incense ash.

The village chief, who was in charge, stood on the threshold, and yellow fluid seeped out of the stitched-together human skin as he moved.

It tilted its head, its long, purplish-black tongue flicking across its chest, and its cloudy eyes filled only with hunger.

"God said—"

The village chief's voice rang out, decaying and dry, saliva trailing long, thin threads from his rotting lips, dripping onto the ground.

"We should use the fresh meat from abroad; if we eat it, God will be pleased."

This statement is like throwing a piece of flesh and blood into a pond full of piranhas.

"Meat! Meat—!"

Hundreds of evil spirits instantly erupted, squeezing and trampling each other like a dam bursting and shoving towards the two people in the center of the mourning hall.

"Be on guard and don't let them get close!"

Ye Jianguo let out a low roar, and a violent, eerie light emanated from his red and black ghost gauntlets. He took a step forward, blocking Chen Hua's path, and delivered a powerful, heavy swing punch to the rotten-faced female ghost charging at the front.

"Bang!"

The demon's head exploded, and red and white substances flew everywhere.

But this was completely useless; for every one that fell in front, ten more would immediately take its place.

Chen Hua wielded the folding stick in his hand like a windmill, each swing capable of taking away a severed hand or half a head.

But there were just too many ghosts. One after another, child ghosts with only half their bodies darted to her left side under the cover of their companions, opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and bit Chen Hua's left little finger and ring finger, which were holding the stick.

"what!"

Chen Hua screamed in agony as his pain receptors overloaded instantly. The child demon swung its head and brutally ripped off two fingers by the roots, swallowing them raw along with the blood.

"Get out of here!"

Ye Jianguo turned around and kicked Tong Gui away, but this momentary defensive gap cost him dearly.

An old ghost, who had been lying in ambush on the ground, gripped Ye Jianguo's thigh tightly with both hands, buried its head, and forcibly tore a large chunk of flesh and fascia from his leg.

"hiss!"

Veins bulged on Ye Jianguo's forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He didn't utter a sound, and with a backhand punch, he smashed the old ghost's skull into his chest cavity, blood staining the ground red.

Their defenses were crumbling; if things continued like this, they would be torn to shreds by these lunatics in less than half a minute.

Just as Ye Jianguo was preparing to burn his life in a final desperate struggle, he caught a glimpse of the outside of the window.

Through the torn window paper, one could see a tall, pale figure on the street outside the courtyard.

This authentic "headless god" is riding on a "horse" formed from living people, standing quietly behind the horde of ghosts, with an aloof indifference, as if watching a pack of wild dogs fighting for food.

A crazy plan exploded in Ye Jianguo's mind.

"Comrade Chen Hua, keep up!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Jianguo grabbed Chen Hua's wrist and charged forward instantly.

"Where are we going? The door is over there!" Chen Hua was in so much pain that her face turned pale. She watched Ye Jianguo drag her in the opposite direction and thought this grown man had gone mad.

"Go to the grassroots and meet with leaders!"

Ye Jianguo roared and, protecting Chen Hua like a raging bull, smashed the window open.

"Splash!"

The two men landed in the yard covered in sawdust and shards of glass. This sudden turn of events startled the ghosts inside the house.

The village chief immediately retorted in a shrill voice, "Don't let them escape! They were a gift from God!"

The horde of ghosts surged out of the windows and doors like a flood bursting its banks. But Ye Jianguo didn't run in any other direction; he dragged Chen Hua straight toward the most terrifying being in the entire village—the headless god.

"Are you crazy?" Chen Hua stared at the approaching, deathly pale foot, desperately trying to brake. Caught between a rock and a hard place, was this guy trying to get himself killed?

"Execute the order!" Ye Jianguo didn't explain. A few meters away from the headless god, he exerted force and threw Chen Hua toward the haystack to the side like a shot put.

"Ouch!" Chen Hua flew through the air in an arc and crashed heavily into the haystack. The intense pain almost made her faint, and she cursed Ye Jianguo's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

But this bastard succeeded; he drew all the hatred onto himself.

The village chief, leading hundreds of vengeful ghosts, had already rushed in front of Ye Jianguo, surrounding him and the headless god behind him.

"Run? Why aren't you running anymore?" The village chief grinned maliciously, reaching out his droopy hand to grab Ye Jianguo's throat.

Ye Jianguo took a deep breath. Even though a piece of flesh was missing from his thigh and the bones in his arms were still aching, he still stood like an old pine tree rooted in the rock.

Even the worst criminals have to respect the order of arrival.

Ye Jianguo assumed a standard military boxing starting stance, the red light of the ghost boxing gloves seeming to burn like a raging fire.

This is a stage that belongs to him alone.

"Bang!"

With a sidestep and a powerful punch, one of the ghosts was blasted away, crashing into a group of people.

"Snap!"

He dove down and slammed the other ghost into a trap, using it as a weapon to sweep away the enemy.

At this moment, Ye Jianguo had combined the fighting skills he had honed throughout his life with the power bestowed upon him by the props to the extreme.

His movements were fierce and concise, each strike aimed at killing the demon. He danced in the black waves, blood and severed limbs flying around him.

But he is still human, and his physical abilities have limits.

The horde of ghosts gradually engulfed him, countless ghostly hands grabbed his limbs, and the village chief's repulsive face came close to his, opening his mouth to bite his neck.

At this critical moment, Ye Jianguo's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "I've been waiting for you, the one who started this trouble!"

With a roar, his previously restrained hands suddenly unleashed astonishing power, breaking free of their restraints, and the red and black iron clamps instantly clamped around the village chief's neck.

"rise!"

Ye Jianguo used his waist and abdomen to lift the village chief out of the pile of ghosts and raise him high above his head.

The surrounding ghosts, hesitant to act for fear of harming the creature, stopped moving.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Jianguo stepped forward and stood right under the huge shadow of the headless god.

He looked up, his face covered in blood, but his voice was loud and clear, filled with righteous indignation: "God, look! Our village chief is devoted to the divine and has a very high level of awareness."

"Unable to bear seeing the gods go hungry, it volunteered to sacrifice itself during this critical time of crisis!"

Hearing this, the village chief, suspended in mid-air, nearly bulged his eyes out, struggling frantically to speak: "Ugh, no... I—"

"Comrade Village Chief, there's no need to be modest. This is your honor."

Ye Jianguo didn't give it a chance to retort. His right hand shot out like lightning, clamping down hard on the village chief's flailing tongue. "Shut up!"

"Pfft!"

With a tearing sound, Ye Jianguo flicked his wrist and pulled the long, purplish-black tongue out by the roots.

"Waaaaah!"

The village chief let out a muffled groan, spitting out blood, and could no longer utter a single word.

This scene was visually striking, and even the headless god, who had always been aloof and observing, seemed to be moved by this sincere sacrifice.

He lowered his bare neck slightly, as if examining the offering.

A few seconds later, He raised His wide white sleeve and waved it gently.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Countless thin, flesh-red tentacles shot out from the sleeve, instantly enveloping the still convulsing village chief.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the village chief's body began to dissolve and decompose at a visible rate.

Bones, flesh, and internal organs all turned into a pool of thick, fragrant blood, which splashed onto the ground.

The ghost villagers who had been besieging Ye Jianguo twitched their noses; the aroma of blood and flesh overwhelmed their pitiful sanity.

"Meat! Meat given by God!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but the next second, the claws that were originally pointing at Ye Jianguo all turned towards the blood on the ground.

All the ghosts went mad. They lay on the ground, frantically licking the blood from the soil, and even fought and bit each other over a mouthful of blood-soaked mud.

Ye Jianguo, panting heavily, took advantage of the lull in the infighting among the ghosts and staggered out of the encirclement.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode, and the wound on his thigh was excruciatingly painful.

"Comrade Chen Hua..."

He staggered toward the haystack. Chen Hua crawled out of the haystack and rushed over, supporting the swaying Ye Jianguo with his shoulder.

"You old bastard! Team Leader Ye! If you dare do this again, I'll smash your head in with this stick first!"

Chen Hua gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This is called... a strategic shift..."

Ye Jianguo grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody white teeth.

"Enough talk, let's go!"

While the villagers were still eating, and the headless god remained aloof, the two supported each other and, with their last bit of strength, ran wildly toward the village entrance.