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The tall flower poles support the small purple flowers, which are constantly swaying with the wind.

The unique fragrance of purple orchids continues to drift with the wind, and this unique fragrance can be smelled within a radius of dozens of miles.

In the center of this scent is a sea of purple petals. It's just that in the center of these petals is a small black table, and on the small table is lit a black incense.

I don't know what the incense is made of, but when it is lit, there is no smoke at all. But the fragrance is extremely condensed, and it is not mixed with the surrounding purple orchid fragrance at all.

Next to this pillar of incense, there is a red sandalwood skull with a dagger in its mouth.

A man dressed in black and wearing a hat was sitting upright at a small table.

I saw that he was holding a brush made of the hair of an unknown animal in his hand, and dipped it in the stone inkstone on the small table.

Then on the small table, intricate red lines are outlined.

If someone is around at this time, there must be a smell of blood, because it is not ink but human blood in the inkstone.

This person is the group of people with demon masks, the little four in their mouths.

Xiao Si was intently depicting on the small table, for him. There is no life and death, and there is no future. He didn't even have a life that should have belonged to him, all he had was one task after another.

Of course, the tasks can't be endless, and one day he will be able to do them all. Only when he died, or when he failed in his mission.

Because for them, there is no such thing as failure. Some just succeed, or die.

Smelling the charming fragrance of flowers, Xiao Si didn't have any expression, not even emotion.

Because he didn't smell the flowers at all, all he smelled was the blood in the inkstone. and the faint rancid stench of the burning of that incense.

Suddenly, Xiao Si's eyelids moved, and then he looked up sharply at the top of the black incense.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be impossible to see anything, because there was indeed nothing above the black incense. But Xiao Si is not an ordinary person, I saw Xiao Si staring at the top of the black incense.

If anyone can see Xiao Si, they will be very surprised, because Xiao Si's eyes are actually a dead man's gray.

The eyes that belonged to a dead man appeared on the body of a living man.

Xiao Si looked above the incense, although there was nothing in the air. But in his gray eyes, there was a wisp of smoke reflected.

The wisp of smoke was very faint, but it did not disperse. It's straight, swaying up to the sky.

Xiao Si was still expressionless, but there was a little more anxiety in his eyes. Because at this time, the faint smoke is constantly shaking.

It's like a pair of invisible giant hands, pulling a thin thread. At this time, that thin thread is obviously in danger of breaking at any time.

Seeing that the wisp of smoke was about to be cut off, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xiao Si's eyes, and the expression on his face was a little colder.

I saw Xiao Siyi pull out the dagger in the mouth of the red sandalwood skull, and then cut a shallow cut on the palm of his hand.

Blood suddenly dripped from his palm, and Xiao Si put his fist on the black incense. Let your own blood drip little by little on the flame of incense.

The black incense became very strange at this time, and blood dripped on it. The incense showed no signs of being extinguished, but burned brighter.

Time passed minute by minute, but the blood on Xiao Si's hands showed no sign of stopping.

It wasn't until the wisp of smoke returned to normal again that Xiao Si withdrew his hand. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little weak.

He looked at his palm, and there was some indifference in his eyes. I saw that in the palm of his hand, a shallow scratch was constantly gushing out blood.

Xiao Si looked at the dagger, then raised the blood-stained brush and drew witch script on his scratched palm.

The dagger is called the Witch Blade, and it is a weapon unique to wizards. The reason why it is unique to wizards is that anyone who is injured by a witch blade.

Unless a sorcerer portrays the witchcraft to relieve the magic power in the wound, the wound will never heal until the person dies.

Therefore, the witch blade is also regarded as one of the most vicious weapons.

Somewhere in the bamboo forest, a cat demon covered his head in pain. The scenery around her was constantly distorting, slowly turning from a bamboo forest into tall flowers and plants.

Apparently, she had just entered the Sleeping Forest from the bamboo forest.

"Meow!"

After a scream of pain, the cat demon fainted.

Surprisingly, however, she quickly stood up again, but her hands and feet were slightly stiff. It's like a person who has been sleeping for dozens of days and suddenly wakes up

The cat demon stood up and looked at the surroundings. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he turned and walked towards the grass just now.

The breeze ruffled her hair at her neck. There was a huge black spider crawling, and the spider's legs were clearly pierced into her flesh.

Shushan Lock Demon Tower, at this time can be said to be dark. It was obviously daytime, but the sky on the Lock Demon Tower was dim, as if it was twilight.

In the lock demon tower, under the sixth floor, there was a ghost crying wolf. Countless demons imprisoned in it attacked the inside of the Lock Demon Tower in an almost suicidal frenzy.

It seems that in the Lock Demon Tower, there is something more terrible than letting them die.

And on the seventh floor of the Lock Demon Tower, Yin Yue quietly looked at the wall of the Lock Demon. There was a small hole in the wall that had been pierced by the bone dragon's horns.

Although the people of Shushan strengthened a lot of seals on the Lock Demon Tower, they did not repair the small hole.

Through that small hole, Yin Yue could faintly see the sky beyond the Lock Demon Tower.

The gray sky, she looked at how many years she hadn't seen the sky.

But when she finally saw it again, it was not the sun she imagined. Rather, it was like the last time she saw the sky, so gray that it seemed to be full of despair.

She was still surrounded by the same surging demonic aura as it had been back then. Nothing seems to have changed back then.

"Yu, are you okay?"

Yin Yue looked out of the Demon Lock Tower, and whispered to the gray sky that was almost desperate.

For some reason, maybe she never wanted to leave this place since that day.

She didn't have the slightest excitement at the moment that she was about to break away from the Lock Demon Tower that had imprisoned her for thousands of years.

On the contrary, she was very confused. She didn't know where she could go after leaving the Demon Lock Tower. She didn't want to go back to the Demon Realm and slaughter for his father's ambitions.

At this moment, she suddenly seemed to think of something. His expression became a little painful and helpless. It wasn't until a long time ago that her slightly choked voice sounded on the seventh floor of the Lock Demon Tower.

"Kid ......"

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