874. Please wash your hands after use

The Divine Idol stood on a black square stone, its corpulent body covered in greenish stone skin marked with pustules and wounds. A massive mouth opened in its abdomen, revealing sharp teeth, and its face was indistinguishable, twisted like kneaded rubber, giving it a terrifying aura.

Simply laying eyes on this Divine Idol was enough to make one's scalp tingle and eyes blur, especially as it was covered in a layer of already coagulated filthy blood. The murky blood, like a spider's web, draped over the surfaces of the Divine Idol and the corpse, eerie and horrifying.

Yet Lu Ban, a veteran of countless battles, had seen it all. Such ugliness was not enough to shake his spirit.

However, he wondered where these children had found the courage to worship such an Evil God within Utopia.

Ignorance knows no fear.

Lu Ban thought for a moment, realizing that many reckless kids in reality were pretty much the same.