Being one of the famous tourist attractions in Kolkata, taxi drivers are familiar with the way to Kali Temple.

Probably because the female guest's English was too standard, there was no curry taste at all, and even with a bit of high-grade London accent, the driver's tone was unconsciously polite to her, and her demeanor and face always made him have a ...... An inexplicable sense of awe.

She has a whiter skin, the characteristic white of the high-caste people of South Asia, where it is not clear who is a high-caste and who is a pariah, basically by the color of her skin.

"Beautiful lady, you must be a very devout believer in such a rainy day, and the goddess Kali will bless your ......"

He was complimenting him a second, then slammed on the brakes, poked his head out of the window, and cursed loudly at a homeless man who had just run past the front of the car.

"By the way, do you live on Fifth Avenue? Here's my business card, if you need a car in the future, you can call me anytime......" he smirked as he handed over his business card.

"No, I'm going to be out of here soon. She didn't answer.

"Yes, it's a pity......" The driver didn't withdraw his hand, but still asked reluctantly, "Are you going on a trip?" If you're going to the airport, just give me a call - I'm not bragging, I'm the most stable in taxi miles here!"

This driver is really good at soliciting customers, and she finally took the business card.

"I've been to a lot of places, like Paris, Tokyo, Moscow, New York, Cairo...... I've been to them all, and to be honest, Kolkata is the best! Would you like to see the pictures?"

He took out his mobile phone again, entered the photo album, and showed her those travel photos of him ostentatiously, but this kind of inferior PS technology can only deceive the little girl who has no knowledge, and the discerning person knows at a glance that it is a combination of background pictures and portrait pictures.

Seeing that she was indifferent, he finally shut his mouth in a sneer.

The view flew by in the reflection of the car window, and she silently stared out of the window.

She won't return to the city for a long time to come, until she avenges her friend, so keep it in mind what the city looks like.

Signs of sickles and axes are everywhere along the road, and signs depicting the hairy head of Malens have been torn down to make way for the roofs of humble houses.

She shuddered—because the gods had temporarily restrained their divine might, they had stirred up these atheist schools, and even invaded the holy city?

On the bank of the rising Ganges River, some people took a bath by taking advantage of the torrential rain, and some people took a bucket of water back to drink, and more than ten meters away was a half-burned corpse on the firewood pile.

She licked her lips, and many of the particulate matter suspended in the smog that shrouded Kolkata all day was probably oil smoke and ashes from the incineration of corpses.

The families who can ask someone to burn the corpse and scatter the ashes into the Ganges are at least civilians, and the real poor can't even afford to burn the corpse, and they die when they die.

"Ma'am, we're here, are you going to go in for a long time? or just take a look and leave? I can wait for you. ”

The driver parked the car on the side of the road.

Due to the heavy rain, the usually bustling Kali Temple is particularly deserted today, and the small traders have either closed their stalls or hid from the rain, and there are few shadows of tourists, so it is not easy to attract returning customers who can afford the car.

"Just take a look and go, I'll go somewhere in a while, and then I'll go to the airport. She pulled out a stack of bills, more than she could pay, to book his time.

The driver was overjoyed, took the banknote and stuffed it into his pocket, and hurriedly agreed, regardless of his body being drenched in soup, diligently opened the rear door and held up an umbrella for her.

Without thanking her, she took the umbrella and walked towards the Kali Temple.

As a famous attraction in Kolkata, Kali Temple is very shabby compared to the famous temples or temples of other countries, and it is difficult for foreign tourists who are accustomed to seeing big scenes to think that it is a famous attraction in the city without even a tour guide.

However, there is one distinctive feature of the Kali Temple, which is the color red.

The rain that overflowed from the temple was all dyed red, not the red of the background of the sickle and axe, but the color of blood, most of it real blood, and a small part of red dye.

This is very much in keeping with Kali's identity as a god of darkness and bloodthirstiness.

There are two Kali temples in Kolkata and the surrounding area, the names of the two temples are not exactly the same, and the two temples have very different styles, one of which is elegant and holy, and the other is narrow and low, the other is dark and gloomy, the former represents the goddess of Kali and the latter represents the angry face of Kali.

She asked the driver to pull her over, and it was the latter, because the name was different, so the driver wouldn't be misplaced.

A slightly eerie drum beat sounded.

Several priests dressed in white or white trousers walked out of the temple, dragging a black goat in the rain and washing its body clean by the rain.

The black goat seemed to have a premonition of its fate, or smelled the smell of its own kind of blood in the area, and writhed and struggled in terror to escape from here.

It bleated mournfully, as if asking for help from the people around it, but the onlookers did not sympathize with it, and everyone prayed devotionally and intently in the rain.

As for the small number of foreign tourists who come in the rain, they come for the curiosity, and of course they will not stand up to save it, after all, it is just an animal, and it is more important to respect the local religious customs.

Among the people present, the sacrifices were busy, the believers were praying, and the tourists were taking pictures, but she was the only one standing alone, doing nothing, just holding an umbrella and watching it all indifferently.

The black goat was washed and cleaned, and two of the three priests held the black goat's crotch from behind, and led its head with a rope from the front, fully elongating its neck.

The third priest raised a machete more than a meter long and praised the divine power of the goddess Kali and offered the goddess today's sacrifice for the goddess in order to receive the goddess's blessing.

At this moment, a majestic lightning bolt swept through the sky of the Kali Temple.

The machete was brightly lit by lightning, and her face was reflected on the blade, a mixture of excitement and joy.

Before the lightning is extinguished, the thunder is coming.

The machete and the thunderbolt fell in no particular order, and the long-sharpened blade cut off the head of the black goat like chopping melons and vegetables.

The sheep's head rolled down, and warm blood gushed out of its neck, making the blood-red rain that flowed around the temple even more vivid.

She licked her lips, a little thirsty.

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