Chapter 91: Bring Them to My Room, I Will Personally Dispel Evil - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

### Chapter 91: Bring Them to My Room, I Will Personally Dispel Evil In the dim light, two figures appeared—girls with faces as exquisite as a painting. Their clothing was tattered, both wearing identical black dresses, and their hair, as dark as ink, lay scattered on the ground. From a distance, one might mistake them for adorable twins from an ordinary family. But as Luo Xiu and his group drew nearer, the full presence of the two 'witches' was unveiled. Their exposed arms and calves were ghastly pale, almost giving off a semi-transparent illusion. The most definitive, undeniable evidence was the eerie patterns that shimmered coldly on their calves. Those patterns, dark and alluring, climbed from their bare feet upwards, embellishing their skin with a mysterious, sinister beauty. Luo Xiu frowned, thinking it understandable why they would be deemed ominous. Just a brief glance filled him with a chilling apprehension. It was as though an unforgivable sin sat before him, making his heart tremble instinctively. “Master Luo Xiu, the two witches captured this time were apprehended near the slum area.” Seeing an opportunity, Luo Su approached, beginning to recount the capture process, while not-so-subtly praising their achievements. “The stench in the slums is unbearable, sewage runs everywhere. After receiving some intel, we staked it out for an entire month, finally capturing these two filthy rats hiding in the sewers.” As he spoke, a hint of brutality entered his voice. “Those damned filthy rats, disgusting fools. Even now, I cannot forget the rotting stench of the slums.” Members of the Blood Rose team shared the same nauseous expressions. However, in front of Luo Xiu, they dared not voice their disgust overtly. At this moment, one of the condemned ‘witches’ on the ground seemed to awaken, her body trembling slightly. Luo Su, with sharp eyes, immediately noticed the tiny movement and moved forward, ready to kick. He cursed as he moved, “You little brat, don’t think I don’t know you’re awake.” The strength of the man was considerable, and given the delicate and frail figure of the ‘witch,’ such a kick could very well take half her life. The little girl’s long lashes quivered as her body trembled violently, clearly struggling to dodge the inevitable. But her body was shackled tightly by anti-magic chains, rendering her struggles futile. She stopped twisting, instead hopelessly closing her eyes, awaiting the pain she had experienced countless times before. However, the expected suffering did not come, replaced by a clear, gentle voice next to her ear. “Stop.” The voice was not loud, just faint, yet it carried a curious authority that inspired fear. Luo Xiu’s words were commands Luo Su had to obey. Let alone him—even if the President of the Demon Hunters' Association were present, they wouldn’t dare openly defy the priest’s commands. Thus, Luo Su retracted his foot in time, glaring at the witch, and said with resentment, “You should be grateful. If it weren’t for Master Luo Xiu, you’d be a cold corpse by now.” He quickly turned around, facing Luo Xiu with a perfect transformation of expression, lowering his head with deference. “Master Luo Xiu, please give your instructions.” Instructions? Luo Xiu was taken aback. Honestly, everything happened so fast that he hadn’t yet gathered his thoughts. He had intervened earlier simply to prevent the girls from being unnecessarily harmed. Luo Xiu rubbed his chin, deep in contemplation. So, how could he rightfully save these two young ‘witches’ under everyone’s watchful eyes? Using force was clearly out of the question. Though he was among the top tier of powerhouses in the Maya Empire, there were other Grand Magisters like him. The Maya royal family alone had several individuals on par with him. Not to mention the clergy, who knew how many top-tier experts remained hidden below the surface. Given that a direct takeover wasn’t feasible, a legitimate reason must be conjured… While Luo Xiu's mind raced, Luo Su, misinterpreting his hesitation as unfamiliarity with the ritual process, cursed himself for his negligence and eagerly spoke up. “Master Luo Xiu, this must be your first time presiding over an exorcism ritual, right?” Luo Xiu raised an eyebrow, nodding subtly without showing emotion. He looked at the burly man, “And what’s your insight?” Luo Su took a half step back, then knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with zeal. “Master Luo Xiu, if you’d allow it, I would be honored to guide you through your first ceremony.” Every demon hunter was a carefully chosen devotee of both the Association and the Church. Someone like Luo Su was among the elite. For most, participating in the execution of a witch was a brag-worthy honor. But now, a greater, more exhilarating honor lay before Luo Su. Should Master Luo Xiu nod, he would undoubtedly be immortalized in history alongside this man—the youngest priest, Grand Magister, and heartthrob of thirty million young women across the Maya Empire! Even if he might appear as a mere footnote, it was a dream beyond reach for many. At this moment, all eyes in the chapel focused on the scene. Especially the Blood Rose team members, who gazed at their leader with uncontrollable jealousy and envy. This was fame etched in history! How unexpected that it would fall upon their captain! Even if the team had the most harmonious atmosphere, claiming no jealousy would be a blatant lie. Only one figure lay collapsed on the ground, her gaze towards the man in the white robe filled with insurmountable hatred and sorrow. Ailin clenched her palms, her lips tightly sealed, allowing tears to silently stream down her face. She felt no gratitude towards Luo Xiu for stopping Luo Su’s violence earlier. These demons, cloaked in human skin, using holy light as their pretext… They had done nothing wrong… Why were they born to be marked as disasters? Ailin couldn’t understand, nor did she wish to understand. She shut her eyes once more, overwhelmed by despair. The empty hall echoed with Luo Xiu’s reply. “Tell me, what is the entire process of this exorcism ritual?” Luo Xiu’s tone was calm, devoid of emotional fluctuation—it was neither a direct affirmation nor refusal. Luo Su slightly calmed down, still zealous, as he stood up and said, “Truthfully, there’s nothing particularly noteworthy. We’ll move the witches to the central square of the outer city, set up the cross, and light the torches—these tasks we’ll manage for you.” “You only need to hold the Bible and, from below, witness our condemnation of the witches’ sins.” “Hold on, sins…” Luo Xiu suddenly interrupted him. Luo Su was slightly puzzled, asking, “Master Luo Xiu, what is it?” The man in the pure white long robe suddenly straightened his posture, his expression dignified as he swayed his long sleeves. “You’re absolutely right, these witches are indeed guilty of heinous sins.” “So, I’ve decided, I will take them back to my manor for a personal trial!" (End of this chapter)