378: Chapter 176: The Scenario of the Biohazard Crisis Reappears 378: Chapter 176: The Scenario of the Biohazard Crisis Reappears Wang Yunxiao punched him and sent him flying.
Fully armed and having formed their array, the garrison soldiers did not fear any demons or evil spirits.
That was the advantage of their Dharma Gate, though it could also be considered a disadvantage.
After all, you couldn’t possibly walk around every day dressed in this kind of getup, especially under the scorching sun of June and July.
Without the need for any demons or evil spirits, wearing a leather coat was akin to walking around in a mobile sauna.
His problem was always running into all sorts of trouble outside of work hours.
Now that he was armed, Wang Yunxiao simply didn’t regard these petty things as a threat.
“Evil spawn detected, distance 5…”
“Lives that should not have been born into this world were forcefully brought forth, inheriting the resentment of the mother and harboring strong malice towards all beautiful creatures.”
“Corrupted Nest detected, distance 20…”
“Spawned by the blasphemous sacrificial rites and black magic, the Mother of Demons feeds on fresh flesh and spirituality, birthing impious offspring, leaving them to murder each other, and selecting the most outstanding individual.”
“Echo Erosion detected: The wails of the heartbroken.”
“Echo Erosion detected: The collapse of the Fleshly Temple.”
…
Another bunch of incomprehensible, messy things.
Wang Yunxiao held his breath, stepped into the hall of the western-style house, and began the nauseating task of clearing each room one by one.
The scene was littered with corpses, but no clues could be deduced.
Without a sufficient foundation in the study of the occult, even Conan would be useless because you wouldn’t know what exactly he’s dealing with.
At this point, the simplest approach would actually have been to directly question the wealthy businessman himself.
But coincidentally, at this very moment, that businessman had committed suicide.
With no signs of external harm, he had died cleanly and decisively, foaming at the mouth during a phone call for help; except for suicide, there was no other reason to explain his death.
If he hadn’t died, it would have been one thing, but his inexplicable death hinted at even more substantial and unspeakable secrets hidden within his household.
As he cleaved an onrushing humanoid monster in half, Wang Yunxiao looked at the dark, windy entrance to the underground passage, feeling somewhat undecided.
Should he really go down?
It felt as if he would trigger some trap the moment he descended and end up killed by the plot.
But other than underground, every other area had already been cleared.
The humanoid monsters were no match for them, but underground… according to the display on the notebook, there was something called a Corrupted Nest down there, which sounded rather ominous.
Actually, the most secure method at this point would be to burn down the western-style house, turning it from inside out into a clean slate; but then, he certainly wouldn’t be able to uncover the secrets behind the wealthy businessman.
“Youtiao, you take people and guard this place!”
Wang Yunxiao took the lead and walked into the basement.
The steps under his feet were like soggy mushrooms; with one step, a squelch would make a hole, and moving too quickly could easily result in a slip.
He lifted the torch, and as he looked up, he saw blood vessels sprawling across the ceiling and walls, like tree roots, thick as a child’s wrist, extending further inside.
Wang Yunxiao took a glance inside with the help of the torchlight, then quickly turned back, “Little Gourd, Yan’er!
Don’t come down!”
Chen Yuguang, who had entered with Wang Yunxiao, bulged his eyes and muttered, “Holy Grail Church?”
Wang Yunxiao glanced at him, “You recognize this, do you?”
“It’s not that I recognize it, but it used to be quite famous…”
“Let’s talk outside.”
Returning to the outside of the western-style house, Gao Shan came over and asked, “What’s the situation inside?
Why did you all come out?”
“It’s indescribable…”
Wang Yunxiao took off his gloves, pulled out his pencil, and sketched a simple drawing in his notebook for him.
“There’s a disgusting thing inside, with three women hung upside down, their legs crossed to form a triangle, then their backs skinned and sewn together to create a pouch, into which all the organs are placed…”
“Okay, stop drawing!”
Gao Shan hurriedly stopped him; even without seeing it with his own eyes, just hearing it described was spine-chilling enough.
Wang Yunxiao was silent for two seconds, then flipped over a page and sketched a rough portrait of a girl’s face, “This is the facial features of one of the girls…
I saw their family portrait when I was inspecting upstairs, and it looks like they have exactly three daughters…”
Gao Shan’s eyebrows knotted into a tangle.
“Has this person lost his mind?”
“No sane person would create such ‘artwork’ in their basement.”
Wang Yunxiao turned to call Chen Yuguang over, “I heard you mention something about the Holy Grail Church just now, what’s it all about?”
Chen Yuguang looked astonished, “You don’t know?”
Wang Yunxiao and Gao Shan both shook their heads blankly, We’re normal people, should we have heard about such things?
Chen Yan whispered from the side, “The Holy Grail Church was the state religion of Fusang during the Shogunate era.”
“How do you know that?”
“Learned it in history class, remember the part about the Last Shogunate and the Meiji Restoration?
Weren’t you paying attention?”
“No!”
Wang Yunxiao thought, it’s exactly because of this kind of messed-up knowledge that I failed history.
Seeing that his own leader apparently did not know, Chen Yuguang quickly explained, “The Holy Grail Church, also known as the Blood Cup Sect, is a sinister cult that has been spreading within Fusang since the Shogunate era.
This cult claimed to be a branch of the Crucifix Church on the surface, but often organized large numbers of followers to carry out bloody sacrificial rituals in private.
After the fall of the Shogunate, they remained active in Fusang’s upper echelons until they were completely suppressed after Fusang’s integration.”
“This cult has a notorious theory that humans are the offspring of God, with God’s blood running through their veins, but after millions of years of proliferation, God’s Blood has grown extremely diluted.
Sacrificing vast quantities of living flesh and blood is needed to refine it again.
The Holy Grail they worship is actually a metaphor for the womb of the mother.
Through various evil sorceries, they twist women into the Holy Grail they desire, and then breed offspring with God’s True Blood…”
“How do you know so clearly about it?
Are you privy to the secrets of their sect?”
Wang Yunxiao subconsciously grabbed his gun at his waist, don’t tell me history textbooks in college are taught with such meticulous detail.
Chen Yuguang was taken aback and hastily explained, “It’s not what I said, it’s what the Fusang People themselves have said.
Their Last Emperor wrote a book called ‘My Life,’ which had a Chinese translation available long ago.
You could buy it in any bookstore.”