With his eyes open, Lugano opened the door to the suite and walked into the empty aisle where only the sound of the waves echoed.

At this point in time, except for the sailors on duty at night, everyone fell into a dream.

Lugano shuffled and strategled forward, the kerosene sconces around him glowing at intervals and coexisting with the dimness.

He walked to the end of this level and stopped in front of a vermilion wooden door.

With a squeak, the wooden door slowly opened back, and the darkness inside was thick, as if it could swallow up all the light.

Lugano walked through the darkness with a blank expression and entered the room, behind him, the vermilion wooden door was pulled by an invisible hand, and it was closed little by little.

It was a suite, with no lights or candles in the living and dining room, and the light crimson moonlight through the curtains brought little visibility.

There were two dark shadows standing at the table, one of them was obviously old, his golden hair was mostly gray, and his blue eyes were dark and deep, as if they had been dyed by the night.

In addition to the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which are deeper, his skin is in good condition, and he is wearing a dark black loose robe.

The figure on the side of the old man was that of Enio, who was pale, brown-haired and brown-eyed, and had just visited the strange patient in Lugano in the evening.

He was still lifeless, the only glimmer of brilliance in his eyes had been lost, and his gaze was unfocused on the long table with no utensils.

Lugano, sleepwalking, stood beside Ennio, unusually quiet.

The old man in the loose black robe tilted his head to look at Enio.

The patient immediately went to the table, climbed up, and lay motionless on it.

The gray-haired old man pulled out a sharp scalpel and undid Enio's tweed coat, cashmere sweater, and cotton shirt, and pressed the sharp weapon between the chest and abdomen.

With the sound of stabbing, he cut through several layers of flesh and made a long wound.

As the chest and abdomen were opened, Enio's body was exposed to the crimson moonlight.

It was empty, with no stomach, no lungs, no small intestine and large intestine, no liver and kidneys, except for a bright red heart still beating weakly, with a few blood vessels extending out of it.

The old man in the dark black robe poked the sharp scalpel in, and the other hand shimmered and pressed down.

After a few movements that made him almost unable to keep up, he took the bright red, still beating heart in his left hand and retracted it.

Enio's chest and abdomen were completely hollow, and only a few veins hung with no liquid spurting.

The old man then closed the incision, squeezed it tightly, and closed it completely with a flickering glimmer of light.

Enio's stomach was as intact as ever, with no scars left.

This particular patient kept his eyes open the whole time, as if he was not the one who was on the knife.

At this point, he rolled over and got out of the table, walked slowly and with empty eyes to the door, and left the room.

The old man opened the suitcase that was placed at his feet and took out one glass jar after another.

Each glass jar contains a pale amber liquid with different organs wafting inside, the spleen, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines, ......

The old man in the loose black robe placed them on the table in a peculiar order, surrounding the bright red heart that was still beating slightly.

Then the old man with gray blond hair took a step back and recited something ancient, evil, yet unusually kind.

The unknown, as if in the murmuring sound, those internal organs were held by an invisible force and slowly rose.

They end up in high or low positions, as if restoring the visceral state of a human standing body.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, etc. lit up at the same time, faintly outlining a body, without a head, without limbs,

Nor did they grow a skeleton covering flesh and blood.

The body grew more and more real, more and more formed.

Wow baby cry rang out, faint but real.

But in the end, the body still twisted, wriggled and decomposed, and collapsed on the dining table.

Seeing this, the old man in the loose black robe sighed regretfully.

But for some reason, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were much less and less profound than they were just now, and a large part of the gray hair on his head had turned back to pale gold.

He was seven or eight years younger.

Sensing that he was in good shape, the old man set his sights on Lugano.

As if summoned in some way, Lugano moved to the table step by step, lay down, and waited quietly with his eyes open.

The old man unbuttoned Lugano's linen shirt, took the scalpel that had been placed beside him, and made a few strokes between the chest and abdomen of the "doctor", as if to determine where it would be better to cut it.

At this moment, the old man heard a loud bang.

The scarlet door opened backwards and slammed into the wall.

Crimson flames poured into the room, lighting up the darkness, climbing the walls and taking over the ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, this place becomes a hell of fire.

Lumian, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, a cotton shirt, a black waistcoat, and dark trousers, appeared at the door and walked into the suite.

He looked at the old man in the loose black robe, and asked in a flat tone, "Don't you know that he is my servant?"

The old man's eyes lit up, and he sank the scalpel and placed it on Lugano's neck.

But his right hand couldn't move down half an inch, as if it was being pushed up by an invisible force.

Lumian stopped in the rising red flames, did not rush to make a move, and said with great interest: "The operation just now was quite interesting, taking away other people's internal organs, but leaving him alive, but gradually dying."

"And you used those entrails to complete a ritual that made you a lot younger, and you almost created a strange life."

The old man's dark blue eyes revealed surprise: "How do you know?"

Didn't you just look for a servant to come here?

And it's true that no one has come in before!

Lumien laughed, "You don't need to know."

I still have a few hours of "Governor of the Sea" privileges, and it's not easy to "see" anything in this sea?

The old man sensed Lumian's confidence, determination, relaxation, and non-aggressive attitude, and he was silent for a few seconds and said, "Life is the most precious, so life is also the best sacrifice and the best material."

He did not elaborate on the operation and the rituals, but only expounded his own philosophy and the truths he was chasing.

Praise life and blaspheme it? Lumien raised an eyebrow, a vague sense of familiarity.

This reminded him of the "Lady Moon" and "Lady Night", the "Great Mother" benefactors.

Lumian carefully looked at the black-robed old man behind the dining table, and after making sure that he was not a woman, he temporarily let go of the sudden nervousness.

He looked down at Lugano lying at the table with a blank eye, and asked casually, "How do you control my servant?"

The old man looked at Lumian with a deep gaze, as if to speculate on the true intentions of the man, and to weigh whether to take the opportunity to spread the truth, or to try it first, to see if he could get rid of the problem directly.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice, "He is a member of the 'Great Mother,' and he hears the cry of the Son of God."

"Great Mother"?Lumian's scalp tingled when he heard the title.

If it weren't for the authority of the "Governor of the Sea", he would have attacked with all his might, not giving the other party a chance to speak and prepare.

Anyway, if you die, you can still be "psychic", and you can feed Ludwig!

Lumian was at first surprised by the old man's call for Lugano to be a member of the Great Mother's family, and then dismissed the superficial meaning.

He was pretty sure that Lugano was human, and that he didn't have any alien blood.

- After Lugano was injured in the Solo Hotel, Janna collected the scattered blood and performed the "Magic Mirror Divination" according to Lumian's subsequent instructions.

Lumien quickly guessed what the old man really meant: "The extraordinary people in the Cultivator's path are all the descendants of the 'Great Mother'?"

"Where is this Mother Earth Goddess?" The cultivator is the main way of the Church of Mother Earth God......

"Could it be that ......... 'Great Mother' is like Tianzun and Mr. 'Fool' at the top of many paths?" 'Cultivator' and 'Sower'? The name is quite relevant......"

Lumian's thoughts flickered, and he was more concerned about the existence of the "Divine Son", which reminded him of the empty baby cradle in the village of Cordu, and the honorific title of "Lady Moon" who conceived the gods......

Damn, why is it that when you encounter the "Great Mother" thing, you can't get away with the child, the Divine Son, and the baby? That one loves having children so much? Lumian smiled calmly on the surface: "It seems that your Son of God has not really been born yet."

The old man in the loose black robe suddenly became fanatical: "He has been born in the spirit world, but he can't enter the real world yet."

"Didn't you notice that he made me years younger just by revealing his form, and if he was really born, I would immediately regain my youth!"

Who knows what kind of weird thing you've made...... Lumian sneered and said, "With such a ritual of life, you still want to shape the body of the Son of God?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "This is a ritual obtained from the revelation of the 'Great Mother', and it will definitely work!"

Lumian smiled: "That Enio is obviously an ordinary person, the effect of the ritual will definitely not be good, if you change to an extraordinary person with a strong life radiance, the result may be completely different."

The old man instinctively agreed, "yes, so I want to try your servant's internal organs......."

At this, the old man paused and looked at Lumian with a wary gaze.

Lumian smiled brightly and suggested, "Have you ever considered sacrificing your own entrails?"

"How can you show your devotion to the 'Great Mother' and your worship of the Son of God without sacrificing yourself?

"Rest assured, the Son of God will resurrect you and give you youth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian's right hand condensed a dark green brilliance.