Living Like a Worm

"Trash is trash!" Lena mocked as she straightened up. Father Yas, on the other side, also sheathed his longsword and looked at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground and died.

Liu Feng struggled to his feet and saw a devastating scene: his main force had been wiped out, and although the enemy had suffered heavy losses, they still had at least eight people left: the mayor, Lena, the dwarf, Father Yas As dressed as a sacrifice, and three men in black cloth.

By this point, Liu Feng had a pretty good idea of the correct direction for this instance: being captured and taken to the cave as a sacrifice at the beginning was fine; the only difficulty was stopping Father Yas, disguised as a sacrifice, from ambushing the Witcher Uncle.

Unfortunately, after their chaotic actions, although Wang Xizhi entered as a sacrifice, he was too late to discover that one of the sacrifices was Father Yas. Thus, the dungeon's mission entered hell mode.

Lena picked up the machete that Liu Feng had dropped, her face full of mockery. That was a perfect opportunity to kill her, but this good-for-nothing wasn't decisive enough and was distracted by the death of the Witcher.

"Wait... don't kill him!" a man in black cloth suddenly said. He tore off his cloth, revealing white hair and a white beard. It was the elderly priest, Philip. He dusted himself off and said, "The ceremony was interrupted. I need more offerings to appease my god's Wrath and pray for divine power."

Lena curled her lip, but still with a wicked grin, she used her machete to peel off Liu Feng's clothes, reopening the wound where he had been shot. As she spoke, she twirled the knife inside the wound. "Hey, trash, you're really lucky. But it doesn't matter, you'll be devoured bit by bit by the Black Fog Beast, and then you'll become a lonely skeleton."

"No, not even his skeleton will be left. The Black Fog Beast will devour him whole, skin and bones!" Father Yas As scoffed, tossing away scattered stones. "I don't know how he became a demon hunter. This kind of trash will never succeed; he'll always just be a disgrace."

"Sizzle!" Lena plunged the knife into Liu Feng's shoulder, then pulled him to the stone pillar and tied him to it with a rope. Soon, the scattered stones at the ceremony site were cleared away.

"You'll just cling to your worthless novel, living in fantasy your whole life, a complete waste of space, a disgrace!" Liu Feng lowered his head, his father's words of kicking him out of the house still echoing in his mind. Just as the two men said, he had never been a good student since childhood, had failed most of his life, couldn't find a job, and even his novel was a flop. Now, he was being mocked by NPCs in a game.

The black liquid in the pit had completely disappeared. After cleaning it out, Father Philip cut his wrist again to bleed. The two bloodlettings left the priest pale, but he still handed the ritual dagger to the others. After all eight people present had bled, Father Philip added more things to the pit and diverted river water.

"While they're performing their ceremony, I'll crush the amulet, escape, and run into the church to attract the attention of the townspeople. I'll expose what's going on here and incite public outrage. Maybe that will even help me complete my mission," Wang Xizhi thought to himself, then looked at Liu Feng, who was standing there with his head down.

If Liu Feng hadn't still been breathing, Wang Xizhi would have thought he was dead. Wang Xizhi shook his head, not paying much attention, and thus didn't notice that the cleaver stuck in Liu Feng's shoulder was slowly turning into a wisp of black smoke and entering Liu Feng's body.

Father Philip and the others proceeded with the second ceremony with practiced ease. The figure in the black mist reappeared, but this time, it looked at Liu Feng, who was bound, with an expression of amusement, and its entire form seemed more real.

The Black Fog Beast spread out once more, heading towards the offering tied to the stone pillar. Wang Xizhi roared, his muscles bulging as he broke free of the ropes. He took out the talisman and crushed it, causing it to emit a large amount of white light.

"Liu Feng, run!" Wang Xizhi rushed over, holding the broken talisman in one hand and tearing the rope binding Liu Feng with the other. Seeing that Liu Feng was not moving, he did not hesitate and ran directly towards the other passage.

He sped through the passageway, tearing off his women's clothing to reveal his everyday clothes underneath. After climbing a few steps, Wang Xizhi opened the door at the end of the passageway and entered the brightly lit church. All the people who had taken refuge there turned their attention to Wang Xizhi.

"The priest and the mayor of the church are working together to carry out a bloody sacrificial ceremony down below. They are offering the townspeople as sacrifices to the Black Mist. Once the ceremony is broken, there will be no more special days!" Wang Xizhi said quickly.

But gradually, Wang Xizhi noticed that the townspeople weren't as surprised or panicked as he had imagined. The footsteps behind him made Wang Xizhi say in fear, "Most of their people have already been killed by the demon hunters. They have no ability to resist."

However, the townspeople remained indifferent and did not react to Wang Xizhi's words. When Wang Xizhi realized that he could not persuade them, he tried to escape from the church, but the townspeople stopped him.

"What are you thinking? The church and the mayor have teamed up to treat you like livestock, keeping you here in captivity. Now that we have a chance to overthrow them, why are you stopping me!" Wang Xizhi was practically going crazy.

Father Yas As approached from behind, carrying a longsword. He stabbed Wang Xizhi in the foot and dragged him into the passage, saying with a smile, "Thank you all for helping to catch this thief who disrupted the ritual. I believe the land will be fertile again after the ritual!"

The gate was closed, and upon hearing Father Yas's words, the townspeople who had taken refuge in the church revealed twisted smiles. The church's concealment was not very good, or rather, it had not tried to conceal it at all. Anyone who lived here for a while would gradually discover the true nature of the church.

At that time, these people were even more diligent in maintaining the church's status, and they would help cover it up even if someone came to investigate, because it was precisely because of that blood-soaked land that they were able to survive in this cruel world.

Wang Xizhi lay on the ground by Asto, his heart filled with frustration and despair. He was utterly defeated, as weak as a worm, being dragged toward death.

Lena, her wrist bandaged, looked at Liu Feng sitting on the ground and the rope that had been torn apart beside him. She frowned, picked up another rope, and walked over. The ritual could no longer be disrupted. Even a useless person should be a bound useless person.

The next moment, Liu Feng raised his head, a twisted smile on his face, and charged directly at Lena, who was holding the rope. The knife on his shoulder turned into ink Integration his body.