Give Me the Name of God

The blood slid down the base of the tongue and into the throat, it was not as hard to swallow as imagined, and it was even a little sweet.

Manda could feel the blood flowing in the esophagus, slowly flowing into the stomach, slowly penetrating into every cell of her.

This feeling is amazing, as if the body is exploding with some kind of power.

Manda hiccupped and turned to look at the count.

The count stared at him with a dozen eyes.

Looking at each other for a moment, the count's face became more and more ugly, and the god of life gave another reminder.

At least pretend, do you want to kill yourself?

What do you pretend? Is there anything wrong with the way it is now?

Manda suddenly remembered something. Kunta once told him that drinking Typhon's blood would cause great pain, just like being burned by fire in the stomach.

But his current expression obviously has nothing to do with pain.

He had to do a full set of acting, he almost forgot the last step of Erwuzi's plan.

Under the earl's gaze, Manda quickly covered her stomach, frowned and said, It's so painful...

Act more like it! Benmingshen kept reminding him.

It's too painful! Manda lay on the ground, moaning loudly.

A little more like it!

I, really hurt to death! It's true! Manda began to roll on the ground.

Such poor acting skills made Manda feel that he was useless, but he seemed to have fooled the Earl.

The earl was very distracted, as if he was in greater pain, he waved his hand, summoned two priests, and signaled them to carry Manda out of the temple.

When he came outside the gate of the temple and saw Manda struggling in pain, everyone cheered. Kunta put his hands on his chest and said in his heart: I don't know whether I should be happy for you or feel sad for you. In short... to live Just fine.

The earl also came out, and everyone immediately silenced and bowed their heads respectfully.

Sphinx stepped forward and saw the count's face full of sweat, and asked softly:

My lord, is everything going well? She didn't care about Manda, but she felt something was wrong with the Earl.

The count did not speak, but nodded slightly.

Which way did he go? She wondered what kind of monster Manda would become.

The count still didn't speak, he shook his head, indicating that Typhon didn't give a clear order.

This is normal. Some people are gifted. After the sacrifice is completed, they will immediately know where they belong. She is one of them, and the three-headed dog Leonde is also one of them.

Some people have extremely poor talent, and they still don’t know who the new natal god is long after the sacrifice is over. More than half of the people in the valley have this result, and she thinks that Manda is one of them.

Seeing the earl's lips were bloodshot, the Sphinx asked with concern: Are you injured? Did that idiot offend the gods?

Why do you ask so many questions? The count finally spoke, but his voice was so vague that he couldn't tell, and his lips were trembling violently, as if he was extremely angry.

The Sphinx didn't dare to ask any more questions, but when she saw the earl pointing at Manda, she quickly grabbed Manda in her hand and flew to the castle with him.

According to the usual practice, the earl should make a speech at this time, announcing that Manda has officially become a member of the believers.

But he didn't say much, just gestured for everyone to leave, he raised his cloak, turned into bright red wings, quickly overtook the Sphinx, and flew directly into his room.

He quickly closed the window, locked the door, and spat out a mouthful of blood into the pool in the house.

He picked up a silver hand mirror from the table and stuck out his tongue to look at it for a while.

Half of the tongue was charred and the other half was bloody. That was the reason for his ambiguous tone, since his tongue had been cut and burned since the divination of Manda's blood.

As for Manda's natal god, he didn't distinguish it. The moment he touched the blood, his tongue instantly lost consciousness.

But he couldn't tell Manda all this, it was related to his status and majesty.

He had to give Manda a reasonable explanation, and he had to endure great pain to complete the whole sacrifice calmly.

Except for the ambiguity of his tone, he hardly showed any flaws, even when it hurt the most, he just twitched his lips.

This is the capital of the strong, and this is the force of the king. As the owner of the valley, everyone has seen the glory of the king, but it is difficult to understand everything behind him.

Manda, who was sent into the room, continued to pretend to be in pain. According to Kunta, such pain would last at least a day and a night.

It is not an easy task to pretend to be in pain without pain. Struggling, rolling, moaning, screaming, every movement consumes a lot of energy.

After persisting for an hour, the exhausted Manda gave up the performance and his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

He was recalling the process of offering sacrifices, recalling the instructions of the natal god.

Which god is he? Why so proactive? Whose blood did he drink? Will it turn into a monster?

Various thoughts circled in his mind, guiding Manda into dreamland.

He had a very strange dream. He dreamed that his body was floating in the air, with nine tick marks drawn from his feet to his head.

The nine scale lines divide the body into eight grids. The first grid is on the top of the head, filled with bright red blood, occupying about a quarter of the first grid.

Congratulations, you have entered the stage, you are my believer.

It was a weird dream, but it made Manda sleep very soundly.

When Manda woke up, Kunta, who had been standing by the bed, asked with concern, How is it? Did it work?

Manda showed an evil smile, got into the bed, hooked his fingers at Kunta, Kunta looked around, and got into Manda's bed with a face of embarrassment.

This is a very dangerous move. The count has a hundred eyes, and the whole valley is under his gaze.

If the count finds out that Manda is still doing such indescribable things with Kunta under severe pain, with his suspicious temperament, it is likely to kill Manda immediately.

But Manda was so lucky, the earl's pain was worse than when he took Typhon's blood, for two whole days, he didn't get out of bed, most of the time was in vomiting and coma, and he had no time to monitor Manda.

Two days later, the count finally got out of bed, and he called Manda to see how he was doing.

According to Kunta's description, during these two days, most of Manda was in a coma. This is a normal performance, and the Earl didn't go into it.

It's just that his body didn't show any obvious changes, which surprised the Earl a little.

With such special blood, why didn't he show amazing talent? Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in this young man?

Showing rare patience, the count decides to give Manda a task—to dispose of his own body.

I told you that I have an agreement with the Cloud Desai family, which has lasted for decades. They can hand over the family's death row prisoners to me, but they must keep the valley's secrets and do not allow any Man approached the valley.

Over the years, we have been strictly fulfilling the agreement, you have been in the valley for four days, I should send your body outside the valley, so...

so you want to kill me

Manda's heart tightened, and she instinctively took two steps back.

I smell that smell again, the power hidden in you, the count took a sip of water, he really wanted to tease Manda for a while, but his tongue still hurts, he didn't want to say too much,

Don't be so nervous, I won't hurt you, but there is something you need to do by yourself. Go to Ms. Portia and let her find a suitable corpse for you.

Ask her to find a dead body for me? What a profound sentence.

Manda didn't ask any more questions, he didn't want to stay in the earl's room, and when he learned that Portia didn't live in the castle, but lived in a cave on the cliff, Manda first thought of the Sphinx.

You take me up there, just pick a corpse, it won't take up too much of your time.

Sphinx pinched Manda's cheek with a smile: Little guy, do you think I'm a flying carriage?

You don't have a carriage...

Who do you think you are talking to? Sphinx kicked Manda in the face, and then carried him to the window, Answer me a question, if you answer wrong, I will throw you down, I have A flower that blooms all seasons and never fades, do you know where it is?

On your belly, is a birthmark like a wildflower.

It's not a wild flower, it's a tulip! The Sphinx kicked Manda again, How do you know?

Saw it when you transformed, it's beautiful.

When she said this, Manda's face was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Although this is not the correct answer, the Sphinx was in a good mood, and she sent Manda to the entrance of the cave on the cliff, of course, it was only to the entrance of the cave.

It's up to you when you go back, I hate the smell of corpses.