They said that when a child resembled their father, people would describe them as "personally born."
Did the scene before them count as a literal interpretation of that phrase?
It was a true showstopper. Lord Jose's act of stabbing himself without even blinking had left the audience dumbfounded.
The title Blood Wedding was becoming increasingly well deserved, yet not a single person dared to get up and flee. They merely stared fixedly at the wound, seemingly waiting to see whether its owner would pull something back out the way it had gone in.
Considering the puppet had gone all the way in, wouldn't doing that simply reenact the scene from the small prayer room?
Fu Qian was naturally among them, and he had even more to think about.
Now that things had reached this point, certain matters finally seemed to be coming into focus—Old Master Ji's purpose, for one.
He seemed to be following Warehouse's instructions, helping Your Excellency Amnion contaminate Jose as well?
Yes. Back in the small prayer room, Lord Jose had done the opposite: he had forcibly pulled a mass of living flesh from his own belly, as though delivering himself.
And according to the analysis at the time, that seemingly humanoid figure had been more likely some kind of symbol in essence.
Having long noticed the rampant ecstasy within himself, Jose had purified himself in that manner.
Though things were happening in reverse now, it was impossible not to draw a connection.
Especially when Old Master Ji's actions and words along the way were considered together.
Not only had they been highly suggestive, they had also been remarkably deliberate, always trying to make the sensual paradise on and off the stage resemble his father.
And the method was a very simple progression—
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