The idol stood atop a black square stone. It had a bloated body, and its blue-green stone surface was covered in pustules and wounds. A huge mouth gaped open in its abdomen, revealing sharp teeth. Its face had no distinguishable features, twisted like kneaded modeling clay, and gave off a horrifying feeling.
Just looking at this idol was enough to make one's scalp prickle and vision blur. What was worse, the idol was covered in a layer of long-dried Filthy Blood. The murky blood resembled a spiderweb draped over the surface of the idol and the corpse, sinister and terrifying.
But Lu Ban had, after all, seen his share of battles. He had witnessed plenty, and ugliness of this degree was not enough to shake his heart.
It was just that these children had no idea where they had found the courage to worship such an evil god in Utopia.
Ignorance made them fearless.
Lu Ban thought about it. There were plenty of reckless brats in the real world who were much the same.
Some climbed electrical boxes and ended up becoming adults. Some blew up manhole covers, sending dung flying everywhere. Others drove ghost-fire motorcycles to take center stage at their own funerals. Even in modern civilized society, there were only more ways to court death, never fewer.
Worshiping an evil god? No big deal.
Lu Ban glanced at the corpse. He did not know whether it was a commoner or one of the young masters who had become fanatical. He crouched down and examined it. The death was gruesome; all the internal organs were gone. They had probably been "offered."
After thinking it over, Lu Ban placed the Insect Burrito from his arms on the corpse.
It seemed a little disrespectful to the food, but he wanted to