Xu Yintang rejected this kind of pretentiousness at first.
It’s not that he felt embarrassed to perform such acts in front of everyone. Children raised in hospitals don’t have such high levels of shame, but he was just very aware of his acting skills. He knew that he excelled at playing the role of a good child who obediently listens to his mother, a good patient who is meek and unremarkable. In short, he was skilled at portraying a humble and inconspicuous character. Roles like gods, with a halo of superiority, were sure to be a disaster if he attempted to play them.
In the face of Xu Yintang’s self-awareness, Xiao Qing assured him that he just needed to stay natural, and he would take care of the rest. From makeup to lines, he could handle it all, even doubling as a live cameraman. His skills were truly admirable.
With Xiao Qing’s powerful makeup and genuine performance, although Xu Yintang couldn’t see how others perceived him, he could feel the increasingly heated and excited gazes around him.
Even last night, who had been coerced by them last night, looked at him in a wrong way. It hinted at self-doubt, as if thinking, “Could a real god be descending?” Unconsciously, Xu Yintang bent down, lowered his head, and became even more devout and humble.
“I will guide you,” Xu Yintang said.
His voice was low, hoarse, and naturally carried a gentle and soft tone. It had a layer of disguise that didn’t reach the eyes but went straight to the heart. The fragments of consciousness in the air reflected a somewhat cold and indifferent true face.
The townspeople exchanged anxious glances, and what they might expect was not necessarily “guidance” but “blessing.” Seeing Xu Yintang turn away without hesitation and float into the distance, their fear of demons drove them to follow his footsteps, fearing that if they lagged behind, they would become demon prey.
The bonfire in the square burned out, with only a few sparks glowing in the ashes. When they left the square and looked around, they were shocked to realize that the town had already plunged into darkness, and the lights that should have been on in their homes had somehow gone out.
People hesitated in the darkness as if the thick and viscous darkness hid everything they feared most in their hearts.
At this moment, the only light they could see came from Xu Yintang slowly floating ahead. A holy white light surrounded him, and bright butterflies with wings would flutter around him. The light illuminated the surroundings, casting warm and comforting breath on the buildings, roads, and people nearby. It made them feel a surge of strength within themselves, and just by following that light, they believed they could find redemption in the darkness and fear.
Great god…
Even the skeptical Father George, who doubted the authenticity of “the descent of the gods” and didn’t believe that Xu Yintang, an outsider, could be favored by the gods, couldn’t help but silently pray in the direction of that light.
God… Great god…
The residents of the town of Ceylons lost their direction in the small town where their ancestors had lived for generations. They almost felt like they were no longer in the town but in some horrifying hell. The outlines of the houses and buildings in the darkness seemed so unfamiliar that they couldn’t recall the original appearance of the town.
People couldn’t help but despair and shed tears. The festive and joyful celebration had now turned into fear. The huge emotional contrast confused their ability to think, forcing them to focus only on the holy and bright light emanating from the “god,” like moths drawn to a flame. It was as if they clung to the light like drowning individuals clutching at driftwood, and their souls gripped the fragile threads leading to their descent into hell.
With each step forward, their unfounded belief became more devout, until there was no hesitation or wavering. The light guiding them forward in the darkness engulfed the lingering image of the Virgin Mary they once revered.
Great god…
Please have mercy on your people…
We are willing to offer our souls and faith… Willing to follow your will…
The air echoed with indistinct whispers, resembling prayers, repentance, and hymns. In the fervor of their fanaticism, no one could maintain complete clarity. Even if, after today, they doubted their sanity, it wouldn’t change the fact that they were more extreme than the craziest zealots.
Xiao Qing’s nostrils emitted a black scent, clearly sensing the intense emotions suppressed to the brink. The extreme fear and despair, when pulled by the thin threads, mixed with ecstasy and obsession, were enough to turn even the most sober-minded sage into an irrational beast.
Moreover, the townspeople of this town already had a devout foundation of faith. Not particularly intelligent and not having read many books, they were easily influenced by external factors, sinking deep into emotional traps and unable to extricate themselves.
That’s enough.
Xiao Qing spoke silently.
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The long-standing faith still left a profound mark on the townspeople. Hesitant, they stopped, reconsidering whether they had mistakenly followed the demon.
The gazes focused on Xu Yintang began to cause him pain. The haunting images of the Virgin Mary were playing tricks, attempting to shake the briefly established but not yet firm faith of the townspeople. Through intense stares, they sought to attack Xu Yintang’s consciousness, trying to regain control.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Yintang saw numerous pale and eerie images of the Virgin Mary. The closest one was within arm’s reach, allowing him to see the intricately carved marble textures, forcing him to lock eyes with those cold stone eyes.
This was a trick Xu Yintang had used before. The Virgin Mary statue seemed to have learned it quickly.
The intense, blinding pain invaded his eyeballs to the point of blindness. Two forces battled in every visible space, and the murky black and red color spread to every corner of his field of vision. Chaotic, blasphemous, and despairing entities surged within, corrupting the once pristine and delicate marble with ugly stains.
In terms of progress, the Virgin Mary statue had fallen far behind Xu Yintang, to a point where the current situation seemed irreparable.
It couldn’t attack the townspeople, nor could it forcefully dictate their actions.
When darkness fell, it hesitated and faltered without taking any action. It seemed as if it too had been deceived by Xu Yintang’s disguise, questioning whether the descent of the god was genuine. Perhaps it had been too comfortable causing mischief in this town for too long, to the point where it had only killed others, and no one dared to draw attention to it.
It had audaciously disguised itself as a god and deceived the entire town, using its followers to attack itself.
When the Virgin Mary statue pointed out that Xu Yintang was the demon, the townspeople hesitated and stopped not because they doubted themselves but because they were unsure whether they had followed the demon. The outcome of this faith struggle was already predetermined.
“Well, find it out,” Xu Yintang said gently. His face bore a tender and compassionate smile, casting a pitiful gaze at the “followers” behind him.
Under the reflection of the colorful butterfly wings, the face that was god-like, pure, and immaculate revealed a subtle and sinister allure akin to a demonic temptation. In the deep black eyes, a blood-red moon slowly rose, casting an ominous blood-red light.
In an instant, inexpressible joy and nameless madness tore apart people’s rationality. Their bodies convulsed and spasmed unnaturally, emitting hoarse and frenzied beast-like roars under the blood-red moonlight.
Xu Yintang could no longer see the townspeople. His eyes were filled with an endless tumult of murky black and red, with thousands of Virgin Mary statues floating in the vortex of the black and red stream, like decaying and broken corpses floating in water.
Yet, he seemed to be able to clearly see the face of every person. When he raised his hand, countless butterflies took flight, illuminating the dim and lightless night for an instant.
“I bestow upon you strength.”
“Destroy it, kill it.”
“—By my will.”
The curve of his lips carried a chilling and ruthless intent, and the rising tone at the end made people tremble. In a few breaths, ferocious and savage beasts surged out, rushing madly into the church where they had once devoutly prayed and repented. They raised their blades towards the once revered Virgin Mary statue.
And the Virgin Mary statue could only remain silent.
The cracks now oozed a wet and viscous liquid, as if lamenting the foolishness and atrocities of the townspeople.
The church, which once provided sanctuary against external contamination, was now engulfed in roaring flames. In order to protect itself, the damaged Virgin Mary statue had to awkwardly and numbly move its rigid body.
In the blink of an eye, the townspeople witnessed the damaged Virgin Mary statue disappearing before their eyes. At the same time, something cold and stiff pressed against their backs—they seemed to suddenly see the icy face of the Virgin Mary reflected in their eyeballs.
“—!!!”
The exclamation was swallowed by an even greater silence. The fervent and agitated townspeople from the previous moment turned stiff as statues in the next, their bodies petrified like stone. Their skin took on a pale and stony hue, and their eyes lost all luster as if their eye sockets were embedded with gray-white stones.
They maintained their final poses, standing amidst flames and ruins, resembling a sculpture exhibition themed around destruction.
They were not dead yet; as the cubs were entrusted by their mother in advance to not let them die.
Butterflies flew up from the shadows, lightly guiding the petrified souls with their antennae toward the boundary between the consciousness realm. The smoky manifestation of Second Treasure tore a small opening at the edge of the realm, welcoming those sweet and delicious souls. Countless eyes rotated, weaving traps in the realm, causing the souls to sink deeply into it. They would glimpse at the murder and the gruesome truth behind an exorcism ritual.
A damaged statue of the Virgin Mary appeared before Xu Yintang.
Xu Yintang’s eyes were dull and bleeding, but in the moment it appeared, he turned around, accurately capturing its eyes. The intense and firm gaze froze it in place, preventing it from getting any closer.
Xiao Qing immediately raised the phone recording the livestream towards the Virgin Mary statue, offering sincere apologies in his heart to the innocent viewers forced to undergo spiritual pollution.
Threads of mist floated around as distorted human-shaped statues emerged in the darkness, surrounding the Virgin Mary. They had no facial features, only vague outlines covered by hoods, facing the statue in silence, casting undeniable gazes.
They were “watching,” and the towering and fierce demon statue behind them was also “watching,” using its goat-like rectangular and beastly eyes.
Those gazes were so sharp, like knives and axes breaking through the hard marble. They whispered through those piercing looks, revealing the impure secrets hidden beneath the beautiful, compassionate, and holy face of the Virgin Mary.
Cracks spread across the statue of the Virgin Mary, and nauseating liquid oozed from every crevice. The white marble shattered and peeled under the gaze of countless onlookers, revealing the ugly, dirty, and indescribable “thing” inside.
Quietly lurking for a long time, Little Darling suddenly surged forward, its tendrils tightly entwining the monster inside, which was as viscous and slippery as countless eyeballs pieced together. The mouthpieces on its tentacles ruthlessly tore, bit, and devoured.
Kama Zuoz’s figure flashed in mid-air, holding a human head without eyes in her hands. Black smoke billowed out of the black eye sockets, blending into the night and mixing into the air, making the monsters feel unprecedented pain and weakness.
Second Treasure wove the scene into the consciousness of the townsfolk. As the souls screamed and struggled in endless nightmares, Second Treasure relished the delicious pain and fear.
Perhaps mixed with hatred, anger, and regret—the unpredictable and intense emotions of humanity, forming a rich and lingering feast for Second Treasure’s palate.
It truly was its mother’s favorite cub.
Second Treasure once again affirmed its confidence.
Otherwise, why would its older brother and the smelly younger brother Third Flora work as laborers outside while it could leisurely feast on souls here? It happily accepted the remnants of the Virgin Mary’s image, which flashed in the consciousness of the townsfolk, as a supplementary snack.
The consciousness realm was its home turf. Second Treasure didn’t fall for the surprise attack behind the statue, having a 360-degree unobstructed view with countless eyeballs.
Also, considering that it could effortlessly resist the enemy and complete the task assigned by his mother, Second Treasure reluctantly added a favorable impression to Casey Cat, the hardworking teacher of the tutoring class. It felt that the next time they met, he could allow Casey Cat to touch the cute little fuzzball on its tail.
Of course, only one touch would be allowed.
…
Outside the consciousness realm.
The changes in the Virgin Mary statue did not affect Xu Yintang’s gaze. The entanglement between Little Darling and the monster only made him more focused on capturing the consciousness of that monster.
He deeply understood that among the many gazes focused on the “Virgin Mary” image, only the blood moon in his eyes had the power to immobilize it. Although it seemed that they were just facing each other without any physical contact, they had already engaged in countless mental battles.
In Xu Yintang’s consciousness, the system’s sharp value-checking prompts echoed, and the fluctuating sanity brought about dizziness and pain that made his brain feel like it was about to explode.
Due to the overloaded operation, the patterns in his lower abdomen wriggled and entangled, displaying an unprecedented sense of presence. The fervent excitement was like a snake’s nest during mating, so intense that even the inner walls of his abdomen could feel the unusual pulsation of blood vessels and the tearing of skin. A chilling and terrifying breath penetrated deep into his soul.
He withdrew from the black-red sea in his consciousness, strongly sensing that it was not all.
He forced himself to focus on the entire scene, using the most fundamental human greed to peer into the more distant places outside the black-red sea—
Not long, or perhaps after only a brief breath, he felt the terrifying and insane shuddering that was equivalent to fear and love combined. The indescribable sensation emanated from the deeper regions of the black-red sea, where countless tendrils entwined and wriggled.
This time, he did not close his eyes.
He saw a fleeting blood-red moon suspended over the boundless chaotic void sea.
The moon slept, casting down moonlight of death and nightmares.
[Warning! Warning! System %￥%#*%￥@#！！！！]
[Warn——Beep beep beep beep beep——！！！！]
What magnitude… what beauty…
A shattered and ecstatic sigh escaped from Xu Yintang’s throat.
The love and faith born from fear fermented and transformed under more and more twisted pleasures, turning into greed that sought to peer, devour, and even desire to replace.
…
I see.
I reach.
I conquer.
Xu Yintang extended his hands.
At the edge of the dormant blood moon, he consumed the next ray of moonlight.
Author’s Note –
The child’s father really doesn’t like to knock.
Mother Xu Yintang belongs to the black widow type, with only appetite and no emotions for the child’s father.
OMG.
Their fight was so intense it attracted Dad’s attention again!!!
Woah. Is there to be a new baby?
Thank you for the chapter!!
The child’s father has made an appearance!!
I knew Baby Daddy would show up!!!!! Thank you for the chapter!!!!!!🤩
Ok. So big blood moon daddy took notice again… I’m thinking baby time… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🌕
Dad came back with the milk; and Author’s note implying the moon is a bottom too lol Also, has anyone noticed the connection between the children’s father being a moon god, and Shi Yuebai’s nickname being “moon god?”
I’m not sure if i’m getting the characters right, but isn’t yue moon, and bai white? A pure white moon and a bloody red one. I wonder which came first?
Don’t forget Shi Bai’s username is literally “blue moon”! Lots of different colored moons in this BL~
Deadbeat dad is back, and it’s immediately in danger. I like it! There’s a big chance of our Sugar Daddy to get a brand new identity soon, I think~
‘Daeis’ believer’? Why not ‘Daeis’ devourer’? Eat the best possible snack to make and raise the best possible cubs, Sugar~
The author’s notes are so brilliant… They are clearly bonkers.
Daddy God is here 💅💅💅
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚