Old Attack He Judges People by Appearance [Quick Transmigration]

At nearly eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, Xiao Yue brought Chen Jia to the door on the twelfth floor, got out of the elevator, walked through the section where several abstract paintings with hidden human bodies hung, and the two came to the wooden door.

Both Xiao Yue and Chen Jia were the congregants recognized by Tan Ruo, and entered the wooden door smoothly.

The two had long been captured by surveillance cameras in the corridor, and their every move was under the control of others. As soon as they entered the hall, someone came to fetch Chen Jia and said that everything was ready.

Chen Jia is going to have his tattoo replenished today. Because he was lucky enough to listen to Xiu Cheng's lecture, his status has been improved, and his tattoo should be changed accordingly.

His eyes were full of excitement and joy: "Brother, I'll go first." He followed the man and left without looking back, leaving Xiao Yue standing where he was, watching him into a room without a sign with a gloomy expression.

When Chen Jia turned around just now, she secretly scratched the palm of his hand to tell him not to worry.But that scratch reminded Xiao Yue of how soft and tender Chen Jia's skin was.Although Chen Jia never showed it, Xiao Yue always felt that Chen Jia was afraid of pain.

"Professor Xiao." Xiu Cheng appeared in time as usual, shook hands with Xiao Yue enthusiastically, then noticed his face, and smiled: "Not in a good mood?" He looked at the room Chen Jia entered just now, "Xiao Yue Rest assured, sir, our tattoo equipment must be safe and hygienic."

Xiao Yue frowned: "He is afraid of pain, can't he use anesthetic?"

Xiucheng rarely showed a lively expression, raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head: "Pain has its own meaning." Then he said, "Mr. Xiao really loves my brother."

Xiao Yue laughed at himself: "If not for him, what am I doing here?"

His words mocked himself and Xiucheng, but Xiucheng did not show any embarrassment, but smiled: "Professor Xiao is willing to understand Frank, it is my great honor. I have always firmly believed that when Xiao After the professor truly understands Tanruo, he will definitely be moved by the light of God."

Xiao Yue was noncommittal, raised his hand, "Please lead the way."

Xiucheng took him to a hidden elevator, which could only be used by swiping Xiucheng's own fingerprints and irises. Thirteen floors.

Although Xiao Yue doesn't believe in religion, he also knows that thirteen is a number that Christianity hates.Xiucheng's twelve corresponds to the six-pointed star, so the thirteen seems to have a special meaning.

After getting out of the elevator, there is a long corridor in front of you, the roof is extremely low, Xiao Yue's height, even has to bend slightly to pass.

There are no windows, no overhead lights, only a flashlight in front of the elevator, which seems to have been processed, and the light is extremely dim, so that people can see things about one meter in front of them clearly.

Being in this dark and silent corridor is like being in an endless tomb.

Because of the poor vision, the two walked very slowly without making any noise. After walking for about a minute or two, they encountered a thick curtain. When the curtain was opened, the light shone brightly. The two who were used to the darkness had to squint. He lowered his eyes to see the scene in front of him clearly.

This is a more resplendent lobby than the twelfth floor. Although there are no windows, there are twelve large chandeliers hanging on the roof, which illuminate the place brighter than during the day.

Xiao Yue understood their intentions. The corridor just now was like hell, but this place is heaven.

It's just that this heaven, in Xiao Yue's view, is no different from hell on earth.

The roof is full of creepy and obscene modern paintings, in which the bodies of men and women are entangled in various poses. The weird poses and clashing colors make people flustered at a glance.

The wall is red, inlaid with many gold reliefs, all of which are mutated patterns based on hexagrams. Many hexagrams have snakes attached to them—the snakes that represent evil/sexuality and lure Adam and Eve to eat the fruit of wisdom.

There is no one in the lobby now, but the high platform carved with intricate reliefs in the center of the lobby, the thick red carpet on the ground, and the countless tall and gorgeous candlesticks around it all indicate that this is a place for major events.

Those red carpets stretched out under Xiao Yue's feet, and they were brighter and thicker than blood. If blood really dripped on it, it would probably be sucked up by the red carpet in an instant and become one with this lobby.

Xiucheng led Xiao Yue through the lobby and came to a room where eleven congregants were already waiting, eight of them were wearing pure white masks.

Before Xiao Yue came to the thirteenth floor for the first time, Xiu Cheng asked him if he wanted to wear a mask?

Xiao Yue sneered: "I don't need to hide anything."

Facing his unruly attitude, Xiu Cheng smiled: "I'm not mistaken."

Xiucheng has an inexplicable attachment to him, no matter what he says, Xiucheng will show a look of satisfaction and relief, which further deepens Xiao Yue's conjecture about "killing life and offering sacrifices".

They should be very picky about the sacrificial offerings, but they seem to have fallen into Xiu Cheng's eyes by chance.

Of course Xiao Yue didn't ask, but just came to listen to the class according to Xiu Cheng's arrangement.However, in today's class, Xiao Yue was extremely aggressive, interrupting Xiu Cheng's words many times and asking him difficult questions.

Religion is a wonderful thing that is either zero or one. It explains what human science and limited cognition cannot explain. It has its own truth and logic, and outsiders cannot understand and interpret it with their own logic.

You accept the truth of a religion and you enter its temple.If you doubt, you are completely outside.There is no process of argumentation, no situation where one foot is in and one foot is out, and there is no possibility of believing a little bit and doubting a little bit at the same time.

But Xiu Cheng is trying his best to pull Xiao Yue, who is outside, into this door, and he has to face Xiao Yue constantly to challenge his theory with external logic.

Xiao Yue doesn't know who the founder of Tanruo is, but it has definitely not existed for a long time. It has not been tested and supplemented for a long time, and Tanruo is full of loopholes.

Facing Xiao Yue's aggressive questioning, Xiu Cheng became more and more powerless, his face turned pale, and his eyes showed struggle and panic.

Xiao Yue sneered in his heart, look, he didn't believe it himself.

During the break, Xiu Cheng asked Xiao Yue: "Do you want to see Chen Jia?"

The muscles of Xiao Yue's whole body tensed slightly, he grasped Xiu Cheng's loophole, and Xiu Cheng also grasped his life gate.

Xiucheng took him back to the twelfth floor, it was much more lively here, everyone greeted Xiucheng respectfully when they saw him.At this moment, Xiao Yue knew how good Chen Jia's acting skills were. After seeing Xiu Cheng, those people burst into tears uncontrollably, and couldn't help but kneel down and kiss his fingers.

Xiucheng's face regained its color, and his expression calmed down, with arrogance and compassion in his eyes.

Perhaps at this moment, Xiucheng began to believe again, and those worships lifted him to an abnormal height, and also made him lose his rationality.

Before entering that room, Xiao Yue was asked by Xiu Cheng to wash his hands in a silver basin, and put a few drops of essential oil on him.

Xiao Yue has no feeling for this kind of extremely ceremonial things, only secretly worried about seeing Chen Jia's tattoo in a while.

When the two entered the room, they could smell a faint smell of blood as soon as they entered the room. Xiao Yue stared forward with tears in his eyes.

In the center of the room, twelve congregants sat cross-legged in a circle, reciting prayers in unison with their eyes closed.A circle of congregation praying, and among them—

Chen Jia was stripped of his shirt, lying on the red carpet, a man in a white robe was using a knife on Chen Jia's back... to pick out the flesh...

Chen Jia's back was covered in blood, he was biting an ivory-like white board, he was sobbing incessantly, his face was covered in sweat, and he didn't realize that someone had entered the room again.Just as Xiao Yue thought before, the blood flowed onto the red carpet, and instantly merged with this terrifying place.

Xiao Yue is still rational, he didn't use force against Xiu Cheng here, he just gritted his teeth and asked him in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Xiucheng signaled him not to speak, not to interrupt this sacred ceremony.

However, Chen Jia seemed to hear Xiao Yue's voice in the sound of reciting, and slowly raised his eyelids. The moment he saw Xiao Yue, his eyes were instantly soaked, and he was afraid that Xiao Yue's heart would hurt, so he quickly closed his eyes. Big teardrops fell from his eyes.

Xiucheng asked Xiao Yue in a low voice: "Do you want to go out and wait?"

Xiao Yue shook his head, and stood straight on the spot, watching Chen Jia suffer at the hands of these people.He wanted to keep in mind every knife Chen Jia suffered, and then return every knife to Xiucheng.

The man in the white robe cut off Chen Jia's previous tattoo with a short knife inlaid with red and blue diamonds, exposing the bright red flesh and blood, which was filled with red color.

While pouring paint, Chen Jia's whole body shook violently, and then he couldn't stop shaking violently. Sweat dripped from his head visible to the naked eye and was sucked away by the red carpet.

"He is very strong." Xiu Cheng said to Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue looked at Xiu Cheng expressionlessly.

"He is excellent and worthy of the position of your disciple."

Xiao Yue finally recovered his voice, "What did you say?"

Xiucheng looked at him with certainty: "Chen Jia's status has been raised, and he can be your disciple now, your only disciple."

The upper triangle with disciples must be at least at the level of the godfather. Although Xiao Yue has Xiucheng's favor, his qualifications are too low, and he is just an ordinary upper triangle disciple.

Xiucheng said that sentence again: "The choice is yours."

Xiao Yue said without hesitation: "Okay, tell me how to do it."

A gratified smile appeared on Xiucheng's face.

After the last drop of dye, Chen Jia seemed to have been washed by water.

The congregation who recited the prayer babbled on for a long time, and did not stop until the paint on Chen Jia's back solidified.They withdrew silently together with the tattoo artist in white robe, and everyone bowed to Xiao Yue before going out.

Xiao Yue glanced at Xiu Cheng, Xiu Cheng smiled tolerantly, and went out of the room, leaving Chen Jia and him in the room.

Xiao Yue immediately stepped forward and knelt down, gently hugging Chen Jia into his arms, carefully avoiding the wound on his back, and helping him wipe the sweat from his forehead and face.

Chen Jia leaned weakly in Xiao Yue's arms, and said something in a low voice, but Xiao Yue couldn't hear clearly, so he moved his ear closer.

Chen Jia said it again: "Brother, I am not afraid of pain, so don't feel bad."

Xiao Yue clenched his fists and cursed the first swear word in his life, suddenly a violent thought arose in his heart, he must make these people look good.