The sky was covered in blood, and as far as the eye could see, it was a blinding dark red. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dark crows are as punctual as the messengers of death, and they are free to feast on the last value of the dead in this feasty hell.

Suddenly, something struggled out of the corpse, startling a flock of crows.

Just as he was about to emerge from the mountain of corpses, black flames burst out of his chest like the malicious taunt of fate.

The man struggled in the wriggling black flames, dancing in vain, his screams the only background sound in the dead world.

Suddenly, the burning man turned his head.

That's my face.

Ying Da Pao opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of me was a bright, blood-colored sky, no mountains of corpses, and no greedy crows.

Only the white-robed old men were cheering loudly: "It's a success!" The almighty wishing machine has finally been born! ”

The almighty wishing chicken? I don't know if it tastes good or not. His consciousness finally returned to the world of normal people.

It's good to be alive.

It's a miracle that he didn't die. First fell into the trap of the long-planned magic organization, then was beaten and tied to the cross, and finally was swallowed by a strange green light in the chatter of a group of mentally ill old men in white. No matter how you look at it, this is a tragedy of an innocent young man being sacrificed by the believers of the evil god!

Well, maybe not innocent himself, but a good young man...... Well, that's not going to work, there's only four and a half years left at most, and it's really not a good thing. But the fact that he was still alive at the moment did make him feel extremely excited, and he couldn't help himself.

But it is clear that such a good time may not last long, because Ying Da Pao soon finds that he still has not escaped the situation of being tied to the cross, and the old men in white around him are as safe as himself. Although they were cheering at this point, the fact that they were alive was definitely an eyesore for them.

But no one has noticed him yet, and he doesn't know how long he has been asleep, and his energy and magic are unimaginably abundant, and the cloth in his mouth is gone, so he can use the secret technique to slip away immediately. Thinking of this, Ying Da Pao instinctively probed his body with magic power, and found that the crystal flawless He's Bi was still lying quietly in his body.

I finally made up my mind, tossed all day, and almost put my life on the line, and the co-authoring was all in vain, and Ying Da Paddle was also quite helpless. I was still panicking about losing my life just now, and now I'm starting to get an inch in again, people, what a greedy creature. In the current situation, I have already offended these magicians in the trick salon, even if they use the Heshi Bi in their bodies to achieve their goals, I am afraid that they will no longer pay themselves as agreed, and there is definitely no hope for a life without worrying about eating and drinking.

Moreover, the idea of removing the Heshi bi from the body has not been realized, so it is impossible to confirm whether the family curse is related to this jade. As soon as he thought of the curse of the family, Ying Da Pao couldn't help but think of the dead dream just now.

Is there really no way? Can I only wait and die, like my grandfather and father, to die miserably?

There is no despair, no madness, only a firm will that will never succumb to fate, and I want to live!

On the back of his hand, a red light lit up.

The pain on the back of his hand interrupted Ying Da Pao's thoughts, and he turned his head with difficulty, and saw a bright red scar on the back of his hand out of thin air, but the scar was so artistic that it looked more like a tattoo.

It is a shape composed of three motifs combined: a textured rhombic is located in the center, and its shorter lower part is wrapped in a round, almost complete arc, as if it is accepted by a person's gentle inner world; Beyond the diamonds and arcs, a chaotic circle of monstrous patterns encircled them, leaving only a small gap. The whole pattern exudes a deep and eerie atmosphere.

What the hell is this? You can't be possessed by some evil god, right? Ying Da Pao was surprised, but strange changes had taken place around him.

Behind Ying Da Oar, above the magic array of the earth's central axis carved on the floor of the hall, a black mist quietly rose, it was like a living thing, it maintained a cautious and vigilant attitude towards the unfamiliar environment, but after the fleeting observation period, more black fog caught up from the magic array, they were tangled together, and launched an attack on the surrounding air. After twisting and devouring the air in a frenzy, the black mist was so thick that it almost dripped water, and countless faces of pain were faintly visible roaring within it.

Suddenly, as if shaken apart by a loud shout, the black mist instantly split apart, expanding into a space large enough to accommodate a person, and then, a man in a dark ancient costume appeared in the middle of the black mist. It is not so much that it is surrounded by black fog, but that it is guarded by black fog, like the stars holding the moon, and the courtiers are serving the king.

One of the old men in white was the first to notice this, and he looked behind Ying Da Pao in horror, and this panic quickly spread to his companions. They looked at the man who was being harnessed by the strange black mist, and although they didn't exclaim, the incredulous look in their eyes betrayed them.

This unusual atmosphere finally caught the attention of Ying Da Oar.

Ah, this scene is so familiar, and it is often shown in various horror movies. I'm afraid that an evil god has really been summoned, and he is the unlucky guy who is about to become the first victim but is still dying. He's Bi, He's Bi, you're going to kill Lao Tzu. Ying Da Pao laughed at himself.

However, he didn't wait for the attack of the evil god, but a vicious chill hit his heart, and the evil thoughts that seemed to come from the darkest and dirty thoughts in the depths of people's hearts made his mind full of all kinds of evil and blasphemous scenes at once, and when Yingda Paddle came back to his senses, he was already in a cold sweat. Immediately, a scream instantly drew his attention to the other side.

"Ahh!!h

One of the old men in white was contaminated with a black mist at some point, and the black mist seemed to be alive, as if it had opened its bloody mouth and "swallowed" one of the old man's arms, followed by the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking with screams. Just as everyone was frightened away from the unfortunate old man, the black mist suddenly expanded like a flame, and the torn flesh and blood were absorbed by it like nutrients, causing it to spread to the old man faster, like a gluttonous and tyrannical black beast.

Ying Da Oar's chest seemed to have something about to erupt. With such a murderous method, you can imagine what kind of monster is behind you, but even if you are killed, you will never cry or even wail in front of such a murderer, no matter how deep the pain is in the bone marrow.

He looked at the gluttonous black mist, and his heart was really indescribably disgusted. However, in the next second, he actually felt that the black mist was "looking" at him. Immediately afterward, an inexplicable connection arose between him and the black mist, like a paralyzed patient looking at his leg, unable to summon but having to admit that it was a part of himself. And the black mist seemed to read his hatred, and quickly retracted its form, turning from a ferocious black monster into a black shuttle.

Ying Da Pao saw that the old man in white and the bodyguards in black looked behind him again, but as if they saw something even more terrifying, their movements were so frightened that they stopped for a moment.

Then there was a flurry of arrows.

Dozens of pike darts condensed by black mist shot out from the existence behind him, and effortlessly pierced the brains of the white-clothed and black-clothed people one by one, ending their lives in the first place with almost no additional pain, instead of tormenting them with fear like the previous ferocious form.

A sneer echoed in Yingda's ears like an illusion.

The root of the cross where the Ying Da Pao was located was surrounded by a cloud of black mist, and then it was quickly pulled up, turning the Ying Da Paddle in the opposite direction.

Then, Ying Da Pao saw the man.

It was a figure high in the air, even if it looked like it was sitting lazily on a dark throne, it still seemed to be the king of the world.

He leaned to his right, his right arm resting on the armrest on his elbow and his fist against his cheek. The long, slightly wavy hair spread over the back of the hand and over the shoulder, blending in with the black robe, which was embroidered with a huge black bird in brilliant gold thread. The throne under him was actually outlined by a boiling black mist, and the black mist rolled up and down around him, but it couldn't make the king frown a little.

No, it wasn't a simple king, but something more cold and heavy.

A glimmer of essence burst out of his slitted eyes, and the king shrouded in black mist spoke.

"Hypocrisy...... Thou art my turtle grandson...... No, it's that, what's that, what's the! ”

You're ...... In the heart of Yingda Oar, 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past.