Chapter 46: Honestly, it doesn't even measure up to a single hair of the Abyss God.

Outside the Saintess Valley.

Wu Wang and Wu Xiaoyou were walking back in the direction of the village.

For the first half of the journey, the two of them remained silent.

Especially Wu Xiaoyou.

After witnessing the miserable conditions portrayed by those saintess ghost shadows, she held the utmost malice toward the entire village. Whenever she thought of the old village chief's wrinkle-covered face that smiled like a Shar-Pei, she felt so disgusted she wanted to vomit.

"Um... why did the village chief treat the saintess like that? There's no need for such torture before the sacrifice, right?"

Halfway back, Wu Xiaoyou couldn't help but ask.

As far as she knew, the Grand Marriage of Yin Ritual only required offering the saintess's heart to the Yin Marriage Deity.

The preceding torture was entirely the old village chief's personal doing.

"Because the current reality cannot fill the abyss of his desires, he can only soothe his twisted inner self through the pain of others," Wu Wang replied expressionlessly.

Of course he knew why.

That old bastard had no dick!

He had essentially been a eunuch for two hundred years. Every year when a new saintess was selected, he could have played with her at will before the sacrifice, if only he lacked the proper tools.

He could only satisfy his long-suppressed, twisted inner self by inflicting physical torture akin to corporal punishment and watching the victims scream themselves hoarse.

"Such a dead pervert..."

Hearing the mutters of the person beside him, Wu Wang smiled slightly and comforted her, "Don't worry, very soon he will truly be a 'dead' pervert, I promise."

With that, he suddenly bent down.

He pulled something strange-looking out of his pocket, casually dug a hole, and buried it.

Wu Xiaoyou was already used to this.

In fact, on the way down the mountain last night, he had also buried a dozen of such things along the road. She had curiously asked what they were.

All she got was his mysterious reply: "These are magical and wonderful tools that will come in handy later."

So she stopped paying attention.

Not long after, they returned to the Yin Marriage Village.

The old village chief had been waiting in the ancestral hall for a long time.

He wanted to hear that madman explain what sacrificing himself meant.

Clearly, there was a ready-made saintess right here who could be used!

Yet the moment they met and he opened his mouth, he was met with the other's loud skepticism.

"What's the use of sacrificing the saintess? That's just a repetition of the past two hundred years of agony. What you need to do this time is to replace the Yin Marriage Deity! Can't you broaden your perspective?" Wu Wang's tone was exceptionally firm.

"Pers... perspective?" The old village chief was a bit confused.

Wu Wang, who had just come down the mountain without even taking a sip of water, impassionately declared, "He is up in the heavens! You can never replace him from down here, unless we find a way to drag him down! The saintess can't do it, but I can!"

"You saw it yesterday too; I have a way to escape even in mortal danger."

"Just imagine, if the sacrificial offering slips away right from the Yin Marriage Deity's hands, won't He be furious? Won't He come down to hunt you all to death? Can't you then use that entity's aura to replace Him?"

An old bastard who hadn't left a single village in two hundred years didn't understand what PUA was.

Yet he felt his heart beating fast now, a surge of hot blood rushing to his head!

That's right! This made complete sense!

If the Yin Marriage Deity didn't come down, how could he replace Him?

He had indeed witnessed this madman's abilities yesterday—pierced through the body by bone spikes, having his life force drained by curses, yet still bouncing around lively to disrupt the village banquet.

"But, how can you be the sacrificial offering?" The old village chief hadn't completely lost his reason to sudden passion.

He remembered trying it himself over a hundred years ago. Women not born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour simply could not become sacrifices.

The Yin Marriage Deity wouldn't accept them at all.

The original Zhang Sanfeng was already the sole exception; not only was he the son of a saintess, but his birth hour also met the requirements.

Even so, his only use was merely preventing the Yin Marriage Deity from getting angry.

The blessings that would normally appear in past years never materialized.

"I have this! Look."

With that, Wu Wang rolled up his sleeve and flashed the red vertical pupil to the old village chief.

His body shifted silently to block Wu Xiaoyou's line of sight, preventing her from seeing the Abyss God Mark.

The mental pollution of this thing wasn't something ordinary people could withstand. Since the old bastard had been polluted by the aura for thirty years just like Principal Wang, it should probably be fine for him to take a glance.

"Hum—"

Even so, the old village chief still felt as if his head was about to explode.

Frightened, he immediately averted his gaze.

Only to find that the other's physique and appearance had already transformed into the shape of the little madman, and even he couldn't discern any difference. The other even possessed the conditions of being born to a "Yin Marriage."

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The old village chief gave a thumbs-up, then asked sheepishly, "Then... how should I absorb that entity's aura?"

Wu Wang wore a mysterious smile.

He reached into his crotch and pulled out a weird ring.

"This is the Kick-the-Bucket Pill... Ah no, wrong channel. This is a mysterious ring I obtained by chance. In the past, an old grandfather who knew alchemy and emitted white cold flames used to lodge inside it."

Wu Wang handed it over.

Continuing his explanation, "Too bad that old grandfather seemed to have been rescued by a guy surnamed Xiao, leaving behind only this storage ring, which can absorb the aura of that entity."

It was a pure white ring.

This was the qualification ring that Principal Wang gave to Teacher Yao to investigate during *Fight Back to School*.

When Wu Wang left the former's office, he had actually stolen it using the [Shadow Mutual Combat Technique].

Originally, it was just a habitual move to leave a backup plan, just like the voice recorder.

He hadn't expected it to actually be brought out of the instance dungeon.

This was the ring Principal Wang originally used to preserve the Abyss God's aura; it was just right for scamming the old village chief.

"This... such a divine artifact..." The old village chief was stuttering with excitement after taking it.

Wu Xiaoyou asked with a weird and curious expression, "Why is it called a storage ring?"

She was a modern person who knew this meme!

Only to see Wu Wang ponder for two seconds and say:

"Probably because it yells *na-na-na*."

The Old Village Chief: "?"

Wu Xiaoyou: "?"

What kind of cuteness are you acting, damn it!

Though hesitant, the old village chief could indeed sense the extraordinary nature of the ring. Especially after putting it on, the dizziness in his head from staring straight at the red vertical pupil had lessened considerably.

This ring was genuinely useful!

"By the way, does the sacrifice have to wait until the night after tomorrow?" Wu Wang asked curiously.

The old village chief shook his head instead. "Not at all. Actually, the sacrifice can be performed at any time within these three days, even right now."

"Then why wait until the last day every time? Why make the first two days so lively?"

Regarding this, the old village chief carelessly said, "It just makes it feel more ritualistic. The villagers only believe in this; otherwise, how can the greatness of the Yin Marriage Deity be manifested? They need to convince themselves."

"Oh, feudal superstition..."

Wu Wang's voice grew lower and colder.

He deeply loathed such deceptive things.

It seemed the path to popularizing "advocating science and breaking superstitions" was still quite long.

"Then let's go to the ancestral hall right now, lest there be many slips between cup and lip." Wu Wang suggested.

After pondering for a moment, the old village chief nodded in agreement.

He truly didn't want to wait even a single second longer!

Freedom... the freedom he had longed for!

The three of them moved to the ancestral hall.

The old village chief cautiously took down those human skins and locked them in a chest, then retrieved a plate from the offering table and handed it to Wu Wang.

Wu Wang asked doubtfully, "Does this sacrifice require placing the heart on here?"

He suddenly realized—he couldn't do that.

If he were to take out his heart, it seemed he would immediately resurrect, and the heart on the plate would also disappear and return to his body.

To his question,

the old village chief was now an open book.

He immediately explained, "Oh oh, that's not necessary. As long as you plunge this dagger into your heart, you will be able to see the Yin Marriage Deity. He will guide and siphon away your soul. Putting it on a plate was just a ritual I fabricated."

With that, he handed over a dagger stained with who-knows-how-much blood and never washed, rendering its entire body dark red.

The moment it was drawn, Wu Xiaoyou felt the wails of those saintess souls echoing from the dagger.

Her fists clenched involuntarily.

"OK, then it's fine."

"Do you need me to hel—"

Splat—

Before the old village chief finished his sentence,

he already saw the other reverse the dagger and fiercely stab it straight into his heart, with such fierce force that only the hilt remained outside his body.

Even the old village chief, who had killed countless people, felt a tremor in his heart.

Could someone really be this ruthless to themselves!

He didn't even hesitate?

Thus, he subconsciously asked, "How... how do you feel?"

At this moment, Wu Wang was hanging by a thread, his eyes gradually dimming. In a trance, he saw the sky outside the ancestral hall tear open a gap, from which a pair of delicate arms with skin as smooth as congealed fat reached out.

Mental pollution instantly flooded his soul,

attempting to pull him toward the position of those arms.

He squeezed out a hint of a disdainful smile and sneered:

"I feel... He is not even worth a fraction of the Abyss God..."