Tick.... Tick.... First, the blood dripped on the bluestone ground, and soon the blood seemed to flow out, and all that flowed down was some dry and crushed dregs, like ground red bean paste on the ground.

The strange blade head, as if the wriggling mouthparts were swallowing some invisible substance, the entire blade was wrapped with circles of red lines, like beating blood vessels emerging, vaguely like a moving earthworm crawling up Hu Juren's palm, along the texture of the palm all the way along the wrist, the arm crawled towards his head, like a trace of the texture of a cracked tree crawled hideously on half of his side of his face.

"Woo woo woo ————"

The yin wind swept through the sacrificial hall, and actually blew down a few spirit cards, and a gloomy aura seemed to come out of it, Hu Juren's body trembled, and he was stunned to see the red veins on his arms like tree whiskers, and the blood vessels on his arms were bulging.

Half of his cheeks were covered with red whiskers, and he throbbed strangely, stabbing into his eyes like tentacles, and...

Everything seemed to have regained its calm, the two eyeballs were glowing red like blood, and the sound of "Zilazila" came out of the soul, like a soul like a lit candle, and an indescribable strange power poured out of his own blood, little by little, little by little, little by little into his mind, and then suddenly detonated, as if setting off a monstrous sea of blood, dyeing his entire vision red.

"Eye !!"

Hu Juren's arm was swinging, his five fingers suddenly loosened, and he let the strange sword in his hand fall to the ground with a "clanging sound", and his hands subconsciously covered his eyes, and the faint red light could be seen flickering through his fingers.

"This power is。。。。。 This strange power that emerges from the veins is ... Hu Juren opened his mouth, looking a little incoherent because of excitement, he could feel an unprecedented force sweeping through his whole body, making every cell in his body agitated, especially a pair of eyes with a burning power to overflow from the bottom of the eyes.

"Mirror, right mirror."

Hu Juren took three steps past the two corpses, rushed into the sacrificial hall, didn't look at the spirit card that was blown down, and went straight to a huge bronze mirror in the inner room, which was 。。。。。 It's a familiar and unfamiliar face.

The cheeks twitched, and there was a raised red thread on it that slowly sank under the skin, and a pale and gloomy face resurfaced, and a pair of eyes were covered with bloodshots, and the bloodshot was like a winding yarn, winding strangely around the central eye, as if it was about to condense into a blood-colored sphere, completely covering the entire whites of the eyes, and completely engulfing the black eyes.

"The whiteness of the eyes turns into a sea of blood, the black kernel is like a tadpole, and the tactfulness is like a hook jade !!"

A line of words that had long been forgotten in the depths of memory resurfaced from my mind at this moment, this is the last sentence in the opening outline of "Phantom Eyes", revealing the process of writing wheels and opening eyes.

Everyone in the Hu family has seen this sentence, of course。。。。。 It's basically no one believes it.,Of course,At this time,Hu Juren, who is blessed to the soul.。。。。 Decisively believed.

"It's true, what the man said is true, kill your own people with that sword, and you will be able to open your eyes." Hu Juren had an excited smile on his face, and his whole temperament changed greatly, with a hysterical weirdness and unreasonable madness.

"This is a writing wheel... Wrong. ”

Hu Juren looked at himself in the mirror carefully, the smile on his face suddenly stopped, he grabbed the bronze mirror with both hands, his cheeks pressed closer to the mirror, and stared at the pair of scarlet eyes in the bronze mirror with wide eyes, revealing a look of anger and fear in it.

"How so? How so? Stopped... ”

The eyeballs in the bronze mirror gradually turned red, and the countless blood threads wrapped around the side spherical shape suddenly stopped, as if in the process of "sewing", the wool was used up, and it lost its follow-up power.

"No... Not ——————"

Hu Juren opened his mouth, his teeth were full of wet saliva spurting out, and his throat was also unwilling to roar, and then, after a full quarter of an hour, Hu Juren recovered a trace of reason from this tyrannical anger, and the bronze mirror on the ground had already been smashed to pieces by him, and pieces of mirrors were scattered all over the ground, making the entire sacrificial hall a mess.

"Got it, it's 。。。。。 It's not enough to kill people, it's not enough. ”

Hu Juren, who wanted to understand the answer, rushed out of the sacrificial hall impatiently like a gust of wind, picked up the strange sword that fell on the ground and hid it in his clothes, and let out a low laugh of "ho ho" in his mouth, with the two dead corpses at the feet next to him, the whole scene was creepy.

Hu Juren, who wanted to understand the answer, rushed out of the sacrificial hall impatiently like a gust of wind, picked up the strange sword that fell on the ground and hid it in his clothes, and let out a low laugh of "ho ho" in his mouth, with the two dead corpses at the feet next to him, the whole scene was creepy.

"Write the wheel, hehehe."

Hu Juren half-squatted on the ground, facing the corpse on the ground, a pair of eyes stared at the corpse's whitened dead fish eyes, stretched out his hand and slowly smoothed and closed the eyes of the two, and said with a strong smell of blood in his voice: "Use your death in exchange for writing wheel eyes, so... Look at yourselves. ”

After sighing for a while, and calming down the excited and complicated emotions in his heart, Hu Juren dragged the two corpses into the sacrifice hall, hid them casually, and left here calmly.

Compared with the panic and hesitation when he came, at this moment, he felt like he had completed a baptism of life, and his whole soul had a kind of sublimation, and he left here with extraordinary calmness and calmness, and slowly walked down the corridor to another corner where few people in the clan would go.

About half an hour later.

In a corner of the west courtyard, two corpses fell to the ground softly, a sharp cut was made in their throats, and there was still a terrifying and incomprehensible light in their eyes, which quickly dissipated.

"Hey。。。。。hey"

Hu Juren touched his eyelids, and could feel that the power coming from his eyes seemed to be approaching some kind of critical point, but even that layer of paper could not penetrate the past.

"There's nothing wrong with killing someone, but 。。。。。 It's still a little bit off, why is that, what's wrong? Hu Juren was talking to himself, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty aura all over his body, and he was like two people in the past.