Chapter 448: The Evil God Festival - Boathouse

Next Day.

Bai Liu and his group were taken to the boathouse for testing, but Xiao Kui was left at the Kitahara home.

Bai Liu and his team are still being hosted by the royal boat at the boathouse.

After a few months, this man has become gloomy and senile again, with a shrunken head and wrinkles piled up on his face like stale skin, looking at Bai Liu with their eyes like some kind of deep-sea fish, with a muddy hunting meaning.

The sacrifices that stood next to Bai Liu were neat and tidy, and wore clothing that was made of fabrics of great value, but the same could not be said for the attendants.

With the exception of those who, like Cangta, had been chosen by the great families, the squires who remained in the boathouse were all disheveled, skinny, and smelling strongly of fowl, and followed the offerings with their heads downcast and their eyes vacant, like walking corpses.

"Come here." Mifune beckoned, his tone sorrowful, "I hope your suffering satisfies us before it satisfies the gods."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and followed the royal ship, turning a few corners before entering a spacious and dark Japanese room.

In the center of the room were two hollowed-out tiles on the floor, with a mountainous stone arrangement rising up from beneath the floor, topped by a small, delicate balance, and a red wooden tray with about a dozen gilded, translucent silk threads on a stone platform above the mountainous stone.

Bai Liu scanned the threads and realized that they were similar in size and material to those tied to Sheta's body.

All the sacrifices and attendants stood in several rows in front of this monolith with their heads bowed.

"This is the apparatus used to test whether your pain has met the standard in the past six months, the Huwolf Scales and the pain silk threads." Mifune stood next to the scales with his back turned and tilted his chin slightly to look askance at all of you, "These threads are condensed from the pain of the sacrificed adults that were successfully sacrificed before, and with the permission of the supreme god of dreams, we carefully stripped these threads from the bodies of the evil gods in the shrine and used them to test the extent of your [pain]."

"You will place your right hand on this side of the scale, and on the other side we will place the pain wire."

"The Huwolf Scales can detect the pain in your hearts, and if the pain in your hearts is heavier than the filaments, the scales will fall to your side, and of course, if your pain is lighter than these pain filaments, the scales will fall to the other side."

"According to our previous experience, a sacrifice whose pain can weigh as much as a single thread of silk is a qualified sacrifice that can be offered."

Gobune swept all the offerings with a sidelong glance, "There is no order to the tests, who wants to go first."

There was a visible uneasiness on the faces of the sacrifices, and after a moment of slight commotion below, one of the sacrifices took a deep breath and raised his hand, saying shakily, "I ...... came."

Gosun waved his hand, and a servant bowed forward next to him to move the scales under the rock of the mountain, holding the sterling silver tweezers discreetly in his silk-gloved hand, and a thread of pained silk in his right hand, and placing it at the left end of the scales with his left hand propped up on the lower end of his right hand.

The scales instantly tipped to the left, and the bottom of the disk hit the base with a crunch.

Cangta stared in disbelief and whispered in Bai Liu's ear, "This silk thread looks so heavy."

That sacrifice looked at the thread and seemed to be relieved that he could easily press the balance to his side, then he shook and placed his right hand on the right disk of the balance.

The scales are not moving.

This sacrifice's face instantly went white.

It was obvious to see that he was beginning to struggle to press his hand against the plate himself, but even when the sacrifice pressed so hard that his face turned red, the needle of the balance did not turn in the slightest, as if nothing had been placed on the right plate at all.

Mifune frowned angrily, "Not a single heavy weight grid of pain, punk!"

With that he kicked over, the sacrifice was kicked straight into two rolls, crashing into the door and falling to the floor, Mikafune turned his head to the servant without even looking, "Where is the squire who served him? Call his squire to test!"

The servant knelt and bowed his head, "Yes, Lord Gobune."

Soon the squire of this sacrifice was brought up, a squire who had been tortured almost to the point of being somewhat retarded, unable to respond to the sound of a human voice, and who was held down by the servant's hand on the right-hand plate of the scale.

When his hand was placed on the scale, the needle of the balance wobbled very gently, deflecting two squares to the right.

Gobune's expression instantly stretched, "Not bad, two frames, two-fifths of a thread of pain."

He looked at the dull, dirty-faced squire and nodded in satisfaction, "From today, you are Lord Sacrifice."

"The sacrifices you serve become your attendants."

The last bit of blood faded from the face of that sacrifice that had been kicked aside when he heard Mifune's words, and he flung himself over and hugged Mifune's thighs, breaking down and crying as he tried to put his hand on the scales again, "Mifune-sama, please let me try again Mifune-sama!"

Mifune was familiar with the situation, "Take him to the cage and lock him up with his pets."

The servant bowed her head, "Yes."

Two servants dragged the crying offering down.

It wasn't long before the servants returned, and one of them knelt down to report to Mifune, "Shortly after we put him in the cage, he suddenly went mad and cried out and strangled his kitten, then kowtowed and begged us to test him again, Lord Mifune, do we need to test him again?"

Gosun shook his head indifferently, "Let him suffer for a while longer."

"Next offering."

The sacrifices were shocked by this brutal beginning, the ones that went up for testing turned paler than one another, the ones that barely passed came down hijacked, and then were left in a state of disorientation, Cangta heard several of them muttering to themselves about what to do, and what to do to make it more painful, or something like that.

Dozens of sacrifices were tested, and none of them had the balance deflected more than three frames when their hands were placed on it.

Gobune's face grew more and more unpleasant as he looked at the sacrifices, "There isn't even a single sacrifice that can reach a single pain, so it seems we've been too good to you."

The sacrifices shivered in fear, and none of them dared to look up at the face of the imperial ship.

It wasn't until that crazy offering from the Kitahara family went up that things took a turn for the worse.

The moment the insane sacrifice placed his hand on the scale under the guidance of his attendant, the hands of the scale turned all the way around and hit the last square on the right.

Gobune's eyes twitched as he looked over at the offering, "Whose offering is this?"

The servant replied respectfully, "It's the Kitahara family."

Gobune's eyes clouded over for a split second as he sneered and said rather conspiratorially, "The Kitahara family has always had a knack for torturing sacrifices."

"Release the silk threads again, I'd like to see just how much of a pain in the ass the Kitahara family has raised in the last six months for a sacrifice."

The servant took a small step forward and added another wire to the left pan of the balance with tweezers.

The needle of the scale wobbled a bit, two squares to the left, but it was still three squares short of the center line."

"I can't believe it's heavier than two ......" Gobune's face was so dark it could almost drip, "Add more!"

The maid added another one.

The needle of the scale veered to the second compartment on the right, and the servant looked up at Mikabune with a slightly surprised look on his face, "My lord, this offering has two and a half thousandths of a root of pain, perfectly enough to be on the offering table at the Summer Festival."

Gobune gave a dark, oh-so-subtle look and looked sideways at the other offerings, "What about the other Kitahara family offering?"

The maid removed the two silk threads and looked to Bai Liu standing in the last row, "It seems to be that one."

Gobune raised his chin, "You're up."

Cangta gulped nervously as he watched Bai Liu calmly get up and step forward, curling his pale complexion and thin knuckles into the right hand side of the balance.

The balance, with only one wire in it, spun around instantly, and the needle didn't stop after hitting the last frame on the right, hitting the entire bottom of the dial with a taut, crunching sound.

Just now, when many sacrifices were red in the face and exerted all their strength to press and press the balance, but it did not move at all, at this moment just Bai Liu lightly put his hand on it, but as if it could not bear it, the wire of the balance and the cross frame were shaking.

Gobune jerked his head toward the unusual looking Bai Liu and ordered in a deep voice, "Add the line."

The servant answered quickly, then carefully, one by one, added lines to the left pan of the balance.

One, two ...... ten.

By the time the eleventh one had been added and the needle of the scale still hit the bottom right, the expression on every face in the room had changed.

The sacrifices look blankly at Bai Liu sitting at the right end of the scale, the hand of the servant still adding threads begins to shake, Gosun stares dead at the offering that doesn't seem to be anything special, and Cangta gazes dully and in dismay at the gradual piling up of threads in the left tray.

"Seventeen." The servant looked incredulously at Bai Liu, then back at Gobune, "...... Gobune-sama, the silk threads that were brought here ran out."

Mifune didn't even move his eyes off of Bai Liu as he waved his hand, "Go get it from the Mifune family's warehouse."

His gaze was obscure, "There's plenty more there, bring them all."

The servant bowed his head and knelt, "Yes!"

Ten minutes later, the servants who ran in small steps carried a dozen or so very heavy-looking boxes into the peace room respectively, and then arranged these boxes in order, lining them up.

There were only a few threads inside these heavy-looking wooden boxes, but a dozen of them together was not a small number.

With a wave of his hand, Mifune said, "Add them together."

The servants placed the silk threads in the boxes in batches, but the left pan of the balance, which was the size of a person's palm, instantly piled up a tall mountain of silk threads.

As he added the last one of the last box, the scales were pressed until the bent cross frame creaked as if it was overburdened. Gosun finally raised his hand and shouted stop.

The servants drew a small, well-folded white towel from their collars with shaking hands and wiped the sweat from the corners of their foreheads, their trance-like eyes moving slowly from the needle of the scale, which was still hitting the bottom of the right hand side, to the face of Bai Liu, who was so calm that he couldn't see anything, and a kind of fear that was hard to repress slowly penetrated into his eyes.

These were almost all the filaments they'd culled from the evil god's torso.

When one's level of suffering is equal to what God endured and hasn't gone insane ......

This man must, must have done something terrible!

A near morbid excitement appeared on the face of the imperial ship, and he stepped forward and lifted Bai Liu s face with his fan, sizing him up as carefully as if he were surveying a valuable antique treasure, and as he did so he inquired in a hoarse voice, "...... What is your name. "

Bai Liu looked at the Imperial Ship with no waves in his eyes, "Kitahara Bai Liu."

Gobune snorted in contempt the moment he heard the family name, "Kitahara is not a good family name."

He leaned down and gazed at Bai Liu with some sort of insatiable desire magnified in the pupils of his eyes:

"You're such a pain in the ass offering, I think you'd be better suited to be called Gobune."