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Her father was the first to strike her, leaving the girl stunned. Seizing the moment of her shock, the others worked together to bind her to the jade platform. The leader, High Monk, approached, observing the girl's rapidly swelling face. He shot a glare at her father, who wore a fawning smile and muttered apologies, terrified that High Monk might suddenly change his mind and prevent his daughter from being sacrificed.
High Monk merely glared once more before stepping over the girl's father and reaching the jade platform. In front of everyone, he lifted the hem of the girl's skirt and leaned down to confirm that she was still intact. With a wave of his hand, he instructed everyone to step back.
As High Monk's hands caressed every inch of the girl's skin, she cried out silently, mouthing "Please, let me go" over and over again. But how could High Monk release a treasure he had nurtured for so long?
He retrieved a roll of instruments from his sleeve. After untying the cloth bag, he revealed over a hundred items neatly arranged, filling one side of the jade platform. Moving towards the girl's head, his long and powerful fingers grasped her skull with one hand while he took a small hammer and struck it at the center of her head. With each blow, she struggled violently.
High Monk frowned in dissatisfaction and turned to look at the girl's father. Without needing to speak, the father bowed low and crawled over, kneeling with a thud before inching closer to firmly secure his daughter's head for High Monk, allowing him to strike more accurately.
High Monk cast a satisfied glance at the girl's father and focused intently on his technique. He could afford to be gentle; if necessary, he would just hit a few more times. It was crucial that he did not drive the hammer into her bone—how could he perform Muyu then?
Unable to struggle any longer, the girl began to scream. Though her voice was hoarse and she could not form words, she emitted an unbearable sound. Her father cursed her for being so reckless in his heart. Without needing High Monk's prompting, he turned to give his wife a look. She hesitated for just a moment before rushing to the jade platform and desperately covering the girl's mouth.
High Monk leisurely drilled a hole and took out a tube, preparing to inject the already mixed potion drop by drop into the small opening. Seemingly dissatisfied with the slow pace, he summoned his Buddhist powers to spread the potion evenly beneath every inch of the girl's skin.
In less than half a stick of incense's time, visible changes began occurring in her body as the potion flowed through her flesh, causing it to swell just enough for separation. The girl had become unrecognizable; seeing this horrifying scene, her father’s joy faded into fear. They instinctively closed their eyes and turned their heads away while their hands continued their work.
High Monk observed closely until everything was completely detached. He pinched the skin with two fingers and tugged outward; it had excellent elasticity and sheen. After inspecting thoroughly, he revealed a satisfied smile—her quality was perfect.
Returning to her head, High Monk's fingers explored through the small opening he had created. Thanks to the potion’s effect, her skin stretched easily as if undressing; an entire layer of human skin was swiftly peeled away.
At this point, although covered in blood and still alive, the girl glared at him with hatred and curses in her eyes as High Monk finished arranging her skin at her feet. He looked up just in time to catch her gaze; a smirk curled at one corner of his mouth as he picked up a Bone Carving Knife and began methodically stripping away flesh and bone from her toes.
He did it on purpose! He could have given her a quick end but chose not to—again and again!
Misha shouted in anger, feeling utterly powerless. Why was he here now? He wanted to save this girl but found himself unable to remain indifferent as he watched this unfold.
Western Shu Esoteric Buddhism—damn it!
Everyone here deserved death!
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