Chapter 605 "Surgery" With his eyes open and a blank look in his eyes, Lugano opened the door of the suite and walked into the empty corridor where only the sound of waves echoed. At this point in time, everyone except the sailors on night duty fell asleep. Lugano walked forward with a clattering sound, the kerosene wall lamps around him glowing at intervals, coexisting in the darkness. He walked to the end of this floor and stopped in front of a vermilion wooden door. With a creak, the wooden door slowly opened backwards, revealing a thick darkness inside that seemed to 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 closed little by little. This is a suite. There are no lights or candles on in the living room and dining room. Visibility is pitifully low, relying solely on the faint crimson moonlight shining through the curtains. There were two dark figures standing by the dining table. One of them was obviously old, with some gray in his blond hair and blue eyes that were dark and deep, as if dyed by the night. Apart from the deep wrinkles around his eyes, his skin was in pretty good condition and he was wearing a loose dark black robe.

The figure beside the old man looked like the pale, brown-haired, brown-eyed Ennio, the strange patient who had just visited Lugano in the evening. He was still lifeless, the little light in his eyes had disappeared, and he stared unfocused at the long table without any tableware on it. Lugano, sleepwalking, stood beside Ennio, unusually quiet. The old man in the loose black robe tilted his head and looked at Ennio. The patient immediately walked to the dining table, climbed up, and lay on it motionless. The old man with graying blond hair took out a sharp scalpel, unbuttoned Ennio's woolen coat, cashmere sweater and cotton shirt, and pressed the sharp weapon against the other's chest and abdomen. With a scratching sound, he cut through several layers of flesh and blood, leaving a very long wound. As the chest and abdomen were opened, the situation inside Ennio's body was exposed under the crimson moonlight. There was nothing there, no stomach, no lungs, no small or large intestine, no liver or kidneys. Only a bright red heart was still beating weakly, with several blood vessels extending around it. The old man in a dark black robe inserted the sharp scalpel, and pressed it with his other hand, which was glowing faintly. After making a few movements that were so difficult to follow, he took back the bright red heart that was still beating slightly with his left hand. Ennio's chest and abdomen were completely empty, with only a few blood vessels hanging without any fluid gushing out. The old man then closed the incision, pinched it, and closed it completely with a flickering light. Ennio's stomach was instantly healed without any scar left. This special patient kept his eyes open throughout the whole process, as if he was not the one undergoing the surgery. At this moment, he turned over and got off the dining table, walked slowly towards the door with empty eyes, and left the room. The old man opened the suitcase at his feet and took out one glass jar after another. Each glass jar is filled with light amber liquid, in which different organs float, including spleen, lungs, liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines... The old man in a loose black robe placed these things on the dining table in a particular order, surrounding the bright red heart that was still beating slightly.

Then, the old man with graying blond hair took a step back and recited some ancient, evil, yet unusually familiar language. As this unknown, whispering sound echoed, the internal organs were supported by an invisible force and slowly rose up. The positions they finally stop at are high and low, just like restoring the internal organs of a standing human being. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, etc. glowed faintly at the same time, vaguely outlining a body without a head, limbs, or a skeleton to cover the flesh. The body became more and more real and more and more formed. A baby's cry sounded, faint but real. But in the end, the body twisted, squirmed, and decomposed, collapsing on the dining table. Seeing this, the old man in a loose black robe sighed regretfully. But for some reason, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were much fewer and not as deep as before, and a large part of the gray hair on his head had turned back to light gold. He suddenly looked seven or eight years younger. Feeling that he was in good condition, the old man turned his gaze to Lugano. As if he had been summoned by something, Lugano moved step by step to the dining table, lay down on it, opened his eyes, and waited quietly. The old man unbuttoned Lugano's linen shirt, picked up the scalpel beside him, and gestured several times between the "doctor's" chest and abdomen, as if to determine where to make the best cut. Just at this moment, the old man heard a loud bang. The vermilion door opened backwards and hit the wall heavily. Red flames flooded into the room, lighting up the darkness, climbing up the walls and taking over the ceiling. In just the blink of an eye, this place turned into a hell of fire. Lumian, with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, a cotton shirt, a black vest and dark trousers, appeared at the door and walked into the suite step by step. He looked at the old man in the loose black robe and asked in a calm tone: "Don't you know he's my servant?" The old man's eyes narrowed, and he was about to lower the scalpel and place it on Lugano's neck. But his right hand couldn't move down even half an inch, as if it was held back and pushed upwards by an invisible force. Lumian paused in the rising red flames, but did not rush to take action. He said with interest: “That surgery just now was quite interesting, taking away someone’s internal organs, but leaving him alive, just gradually dying. "And you used those internal organs to complete a ritual, making yourself much younger, and you almost created a strange life." The old man's dark blue eyes revealed a look of surprise: "How did you know?" Didn't you just come here looking for a servant? And indeed no one had come in before! Lumian laughed: "you do not need to know."

I still have a few hours of "Governor of the Sea" authority. Isn't it easy to "see" what I want in this sea area? The old man sensed Lumian's confidence, determination, relaxation, and non-aggression. He was silent for a few seconds and said: "Life is the most precious thing, so life is also the best sacrifice and the best material." He did not explain the operation and ritual in detail, but only expounded his own philosophy and the truth he pursued. Praising life and blaspheming it at the same time? Lumian raised his eyebrows, feeling vaguely familiar. This reminded him of "Ms. Moon" and "Ms. Night," the group of benefactors of the "Great Mother." Lumian carefully looked at the old man in black robe behind the dining table, and after confirming that he was not a woman, he temporarily put aside his sudden nervousness. He looked down at Lugano, who was lying on the dining table with a blank look in his eyes, and asked casually: "How do you control my servants?" The old man looked at Lumian with deep eyes, as if trying to guess his true intentions, and considering whether to take the opportunity to spread the truth, or to try a fight first to see if the problem could be eliminated directly. After a few seconds, he said in a low voice: "He is a descendant of the Great Mother, and he heard the cry of the Son of God." "Great Mother"? Lumian's scalp tingled when he heard this title. If he hadn't still had the authority of "Governor of the Sea", he would have attacked with all his might, not giving the other party a chance to speak or prepare. Anyway, even if I kill him, he can still "communicate with spirits" and feed Ludwig! Lumian was surprised at first when the old man called Lugano a descendant of the Great Mother, but he immediately ruled out the superficial meaning. He was very sure that Lugano was human and had no alien blood. ——After Lugano was injured in the Solo Hotel, Janna collected the scattered blood and performed "magic mirror divination" according to Lumian's subsequent instructions. Lumian quickly guessed what the old man really meant: "Are all the Beyonders on the Cultivator Path the descendants of the Great Mother? "Where should we put the Earth Mother Goddess? The Cultivator is the main channel of the Earth Mother Goddess Church... “Could it be that… the ‘Great Mother’ is at the top of multiple paths, just like the Heavenly Lord and Mr. Fool? The ‘Tiller’ and the ‘Sower’? The names seem quite relevant…” Lumian's thoughts raced, and he was more concerned about the existence of the "Son of God". This reminded him of the empty baby cradle in Cordu Village, and the honorific title of "Lady of the Moon" who gave birth to the gods... Damn it, why is it that when it comes to the Great Mother, she always has to talk about children, the Son of God, and babies? Does she really like giving birth to children? Lumian smiled calmly on the surface: "It seems that your Son of God has not yet been truly born." The old man in the loose black robe suddenly became fanatical: “He has been born in the spiritual world, but cannot enter the real world yet. "Don't you realize that His mere appearance has made me several years younger? If He were to truly be born, I would immediately regain my youth!" Who knows what kind of evil thing you created... Lumian muttered inwardly and said: "With this little bit of life in this ritual, you still want to create a body for the Son of God?" The old man was stunned for a moment and said: "This is a ritual I got from the Great Mother. It must work!" Lumian smiled: "That Enio is obviously an ordinary person, so the effect of the ritual will definitely not be good. If it were a Beyonder with a strong Life Radiance, the result might be completely different." The old man instinctively agreed: "Yes, so I want to try your servant's entrails..." Having said this, the old man paused and looked at Lumian warily.

Lumian made a suggestion with a bright smile: “Have you ever considered sacrificing your own internal organs? "How can you show your devotion to the 'Great Mother' and your worship of the Son of God if you don't offer yourself as a sacrifice? "Don't worry, the Son of God will revive you and give you youth!" As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of dark green light condensed in Lumian's right hand. (End of this chapter)