In the dim light, the only window in the storeroom faintly reflected the faint moonlight.

Lin Sheng stood alone in the dark, the strange syllables in his mouth flowing and natural, as if he was singing a special piece of music in an unknown language.

The initiation is chanted over and over again, and the standard ritual is nine times.

After Lin Sheng finished singing, he didn't find anything abnormal, and started to do it a second time.

Immediately after the third, the fourth....

Obviously, he had practiced alone before, and there was nothing abnormal.

But at this moment, he stood in front of the circle array, looking at the three clouds of dark red matter that were gradually solidifying, but his heart was welling up with a hazy sleepiness.

His consciousness seemed to be a little confused.

His brain gradually became half-asleep, and his gaze remained fixed on the empty space in the middle of the circle as required by the ritual.

It's just that the blank space, on the originally flat plastic paper, is slowly twisting and rotating at this time.

It's like some kind of thick red grease, stirred and swirling, and clear lines emerge.

In the center of the plastic sheet, a washbasin-sized swirl is formed.

He suspected that he was hallucinating in some way, but at this moment, the ritual was halfway through and could not be stopped.

Lin Sheng was still singing a strange and mysterious activation language in his mouth.

In the inexplicable syllabic melody, the vortex in the middle of the circle gradually stabilized.

He began to raise the bowl in his hand with all his might, pouring all the three prepared mixtures into the vortex in the middle of the circle.

Poof.

A large mass of viscous slurry seemed to fall to the surface of the water, submerged in the middle of the circle, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hush.....

Suddenly, an ethereal faint sound floated out of the whirlpool.

Lin Sheng watched the surface of the whirlpool, slowly highlighting a blurred human face.

The human face is as if it is covered by cloth, becoming clearer and clearer, constantly protruding.

It seemed to want to break free from the whirlpool, and opened its mouth to scream.

At this moment, Lin Sheng struggled with all his strength, grabbed the redwood block and threw it into the whirlpool.

The wooden block smashed into the face.

Rumble!!!

In an instant, a huge roar shook Lin Sheng's whole body numbly, and his head was dizzy.

He couldn't support his weak body, and fell to his knees on one knee. His hands rested on the oily ground.

Faintly, he seemed to feel a myriad of noises echoing in his ears.

The hallucinatory noises, intertwined and mixed with each other, turned into whispers.

The soft, with some kind of strong temptation, kept whispering in Lin Sheng's ear. It seemed to be telling him some kind of information, some kind of evil knowledge.

I don't know how long it took.

In the moonlight, Lin Sheng shook his head vigorously, feeling chills all over his body, his face was wet, and he didn't know what he was standing up.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, looking through the moonlight.

"Blood....!?"

Lin Sheng was shocked.

He slowly got up and quickly checked his face.

His ears, nostrils, mouth, eyes, and all the organs on his face had blood clots.

Quickly peeling off the blood clots, Lin Sheng rubbed his face and wiped off the remaining blood.

"I succeeded??"

He remembered the process just now, the nightmare experience that made him completely unable to remember what was whispered in his ear.

All he knew was that he was cold.

And his body, at this time, seems to have undergone some kind of subtle changes that no one knows.

There seemed to be an icy chill that had been entrenched in the space between his chest and abdomen.

The chill was like a block of ice, releasing a steady stream of cold air, soaking deep into the surrounding internal organs.

The strange thing was that this chill didn't make Lin Sheng feel unbearable.

After a while, the chill disappeared completely. It was as if it was all integrated into his body.

"Is this the end?" Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and looked at it, his body seemed to be no different from before.

It's just that the whole body is lighter.

He tried to clench his fists, his muscles pumping.

Suddenly, a syllable came out of his mouth.

"Holy Blood... Burn...."

Wow....

Deep in the skin, it was as if something was slowly igniting.

An inexplicable huge force seemed to have spread rapidly from Lin Sheng's heart.

The power, a steady stream of power, surged into Lin Sheng's body like a blow.

Under the moonlight, the skin of his whole body began to glow with blood.

Boom.

Lin Sheng covered his heart fiercely, and suddenly ripped open his collar.

In the heart of his naked chest, a dark purple vein stood out clearly. Like a spider's web crawling on his chest.

"This !?"

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and stretched out his fingers to touch the dark purple blood vessels of his heart.

It was like a second heart growing on the surface of his skin, and the surface of the blood vessels was still beating slightly, and it was extremely cold.

"Damn! What did I do!?"

Lin Sheng let go of his collar and punched one side of the wall.

Boom!!

The wall shook suddenly. The entire warehouse trembled on the ground, as if something heavy had hit the wall.

He looked at the wall by the moonlight.

There was an extra fist-sized cement gap on the wall.

"I.... The power has grown so much!?"

Lin Sheng raised his hands in disbelief and examined them carefully.

From Ennie's memory fragments, he knew that this ritual was extremely evil, and the stronger the spiritual will of the presiding officer, the stronger the power he obtained.

And the ritual, for some reason, can only be used once.

But he didn't expect that this ceremony would really succeed and gain such a strong strength!

Lin Sheng originally only planned to try it, wanting to see if the knowledge he gained in the dream was useful in reality.

But now....

"It's not just useful.... And overused!"

He looked down at the plastic paper lying on the floor. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his somewhat hideous countenance.

Especially between his eyebrows, a dark purple Sichuan character muscle can be vaguely seen.

There is already a large circular hole in the middle of the plastic sheet on the ground.

The upside-down plasma mixture around it had also disappeared, and the only thing that remained was a celadon bowl.

"Is the redwoods gone?"

Lin Sheng squatted down and reached out to roll up the plastic paper whole.

He could feel that in his state, his body, both in strength and explosiveness, was far more powerful than usual.

And it's not just power, it's thinking.

His mind was calmer and clearer than usual.

It's as if in this state, there is no emotional influence.

Maintaining this form, Lin Sheng planned to see how long this ability could be activated.

He didn't believe it could last.

According to the explanation given to the person who gave Ennie the ceremony, after the ritual is successful, it will be subject to the spiritual will of the host himself, attracting some unknown evil spirit.

The evil spirit will exchange and transfer a special ability to the host according to the material sacrifice prepared by the host and part of the spiritual power sacrificed.

As for what abilities can be obtained, it's all random.

After all, the evil spirits that each person summons are different. And the abilities that evil spirits are willing to pass on are also different.