Salted Fish Zombie Chapter 69.3

Published at 5th of October 2023 06:19:20 AM

 Flower Servant (17)

October 05, 2023 by Wyrd

  He thought about the secret passage in the Yenan clan’s house; perhaps there was even a VIP room upstairs.

Ning Su went downstairs to climb the statue after looking at the second floor.

Yesterday afternoon, Ning Su was extremely tired. After climbing onto the palm of the statue, he fell asleep. Today, he lay on the palm of the statue, his eyes fixed on the statue’s face.

Below, the praises for the god rang out, and Ning Su sang along proficiently.

The young man’s peach blossom eyes were clear and beautiful, shining with bright light. He stared attentively at the statue’s face, not far from its ears, a clear and pleasant voice singing praises.

“Oh, God, you are the supreme deity in my heart, the only one I truly love.”

“Oh, God, I am willing to offer my pounding heart to depict your appearance with fresh blood.”

The dark statue remained silent throughout, its eyes drooping somewhere unknown.

The young man’s clear voice grew deeper and more sonorous, his tone becoming more captivating.

The young man’s gaze became more focused, converging like a gathering light radiating heat.

His slender and elegant fingers gently reached for his heart, disappearing into the depths of his dark robe, as if trying to calm the intensifying heat within, all the while experiencing a painful sensation.

There were tremors inside the heart, tremors that a person’s heart couldn’t achieve.

At the same time, the palm of his hand under the statue grew increasingly stiff.

Ning Su slowly closed his lips, no longer singing, just silently gazing at the statue’s face.

The praises from outside continued to echo in the hall, but it suddenly became exceptionally quiet here.

Ning Su sensed his heart growing warmer, and the blood coursing through it carried a comforting warmth, albeit accompanied by a pulsating ache.

The crimson color at the corners of the statue’s eyes lifted, and, inexplicably, it started to move.

Ning Su continued to watch, no longer singing, and remained silent.

As soon as the worship ceremony ended, he quickly jumped down.

The black hem of his robe slid past the statue’s finger, following the statue all the way down, getting farther and farther away, and soon the young man’s shadow disappeared into the dim corridor.

Tens of thousands of believers prayed sincerely, and the statue’s ears twitched, but it was unclear how many it heard.

After Ning Su returned, he lay down on the bed and placed his hand on his heart, where the lily flower was.

It wasn’t until Ning Changfeng brought a large roast lamb leg that he sat up, no longer thinking about anything but the roast lamb leg.

Ning Changfeng asked, “Where did you go this afternoon?”

Ning Su replied, “I went to worship the Flower God.”

Ning Changfeng: “...”

“The sacred flower will be active tonight. Why did you go to worship it? You should rest and store your energy.”

When Ning Su heard the word “active,” he paused his eating.

“What... do you mean by ‘active’?”

Didn’t they all see it last night?

Ning Changfeng thought the question was about how active the sacred flower could be on the first night after transplantation. Since he didn’t know, he asked Fang Qi, “On the first night, will the sacred flower grow out of the body?”

“It will.”

The group was stunned.

They hadn’t expected such a definite answer.

Su Wangsheng swallowed, “It can grow even when it has just sprouted in the heart?”

Fang Qi said, “When it’s at its most active, it needs to extend at least two or three meters. How tall can a person be?”

Su Wangsheng’s face turned pale.

He had never experienced it and couldn’t imagine how terrifying and painful it must be.

Hua Feng lay at the end of the bed, lost in thought.

Ning Su, while nibbling on a lamb leg, watched.

In this eerie world, it was filled with blood and stench, but it was also a place of anticipation.

Hua Feng’s brother, a talented and brilliant man, had become a respected flower attendant, nurturing the sacred flower, and ultimately became fertilizer for the sacred flower, decaying in the Dark Swamp, leaving only a rotten, lifeless hand.

Later, his younger brother followed and became a new generation of flower attendant, while he became a sacred flower nurtured by his younger brother.

No one knew what the ultimate outcome would be.

After finishing the roasted lamb leg, Ning Su got off the bed. It was getting dark.

He had to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Thinking about the transplantation of the sacred flower, Ning Changfeng, who had to tidy his clothes and hair again, sighed, “...”

Had faith reached this level?

If he didn’t know better, he’d think the young man was preparing for a date.

The night grew deeper, and the dense blackness of the night shrouded the entire Furen County.

In the grand hall, the dim candlelight flickered, barely illuminating a small corner of the world.

At first, there was still the sound of conversation, but slowly, the chatter disappeared.

In the silent grand hall, you could only hear the sound of heartbeats, coming from over a hundred nervous flower attendants.

For them, the sound of heartbeats was a contradictory existence.

Their heartbeats were louder than ordinary people’s and much heavier.

This signaled that something was about to awaken, and it wasn’t just their own hearts that were beating loudly.

They hated this heavy heartbeat, yet they were afraid that one night, they wouldn’t be able to endure it and would lose this heartbeat forever.

“Thump! Thump, thump! Thump, thump, thump—”

Ning Su suddenly covered his chest and trembled.

From the next room, there came a startled cry from Zhu Shuangshuang, “Little Taoist, hold on!”

As if the curtain had risen, the grand hall began to resonate with cries of pain and screams.

Ning Changfeng nervously laid Ning Su on the bed, his voice tense. “How are you? Does it hurt?”

Immediately after asking, he said, “Don’t answer me. Conserve your energy.”

In truth, it didn’t hurt much.

Perhaps Ning Su had a higher tolerance for pain. The throbbing of his heart, the budding of something inside him, didn’t hurt that much.

At least it was bearable.

Some pain could be endured, especially when you knew that the pain was the harbinger of something you desired.

The screams in the grand hall were even more piercing than the previous night, surging through the dark silk of the night through the small windows.

If someone were outside the Flower God’s temple and heard the sounds from within, they wouldn’t think it was a temple; they’d guess it was one of the layers of hell.

When Fang Qi saw the blue sacred flower burst out from his fingernails and dripping with red and blue liquid.

He heard the sound of Su Wangsheng hitting the bedboard and the soothing voice of Zhu Shuangshuang.

He heard Hua Feng falling from the bed, but before he could react, a hand grabbed the edge of the bed, and from under that hand’s fingernail, another fingernail burst out, as if one hand was holding down the other.

“Brother...”

Ning Su closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes couldn’t stop trembling.

“Hu, hu, hu...”

“Boom—”

The Flower God’s temple trembled.

With heavy breathing, Ning Su heard the increasingly intense heartbeat, so fast that it felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Veins bulged rapidly, from the heart to the chest, to the collarbone, to the shoulder, to the arm, to the wrist, to the fingertips, rushing straight to the fingertips.

Ning Su suddenly widened his eyes.

A four-petal blood flower quietly bloomed at his fingertips.

Chapter end