The gods were worshipped, facing towards the arched main altar above, a woman was bound on the cross.
Ye Zhilu was covered in injuries, her white gown stained with fresh blood, her long hair hanging down, her slender hands tied high.
Suddenly, the bell tied to Ye Zhilu's foot gently vibrated, the other end of the chain connected to wiring, she was electrocuted into mild trembling, crying out as she slowly came to.
Li Qiyu's mind went blank, continually shocked by the scene before her. She fiercely pinched the back of her hand—painful, it wasn't a nightmare…
Ye Zhilu moaned in pain, lifting her head.
Her long hair smeared with blood, her body bore marks of being whipped, skin split and flesh burst open.
Seeing the figure in the empty church, her eyes were filled with terror: "Li Qiyu... is it you?"
Li Qiyu snapped back from her shock! It was Bo Yeyuan who had summoned her here, what did he want to do? Kill Ye Zhilu right in front of her? Had he gone mad?!
