Since Huang Ping's strength had not fully recovered, and she did not dare to use her abilities in the face of the bald man anyway, she could only let the gold-rimmed black-robed priest drag her into another room near the basement.

It was about half the size of the adjacent basement, with a sleek, flat table in the center of the room, and a strong smell of blood wading through the room.

Since Kohei was no longer struggling, and Kohei was still a bald villager at the moment, the priest had no intention of locking her up.

"Lie down!" The priest pointed to the blood-soaked table.

Huang Ping's voice trembled slightly, "Why?" ”

The priest put his hands behind his back and said, "You don't know, but I have to tell you that I carved your tattoo." And the original design for you is very simple, the most intelligent ordinary believers, with basic God-given abilities, and everything else is simple. In this way, precious materials can be saved. It's just that I didn't expect that after not seeing you for more than ten days, your thinking suddenly became so clear, and your speech was so fluent, that you were about to be equated with the type of person with a higher IQ, so I felt it was necessary to carefully study the pattern on the top of your head. ”

Huang Ping was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the bald head she casually copied when she fled for her life was just a rudimentary-level inferior product, no wonder Fang had attracted the attention of this priest as soon as she spoke.

She smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Priest, I also have a reason for this, let me explain it to you......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed that a black pipe above the table suddenly squirmed, as if something was falling through the pipe onto the table.

The priest glanced at her and said, "Stay here honestly and don't move, now I have a task to do, I'll look for you later, understand?" ”

"Yes, understood!"

In this mysterious place, the priest has absolute authority relative to ordinary villagers, so the black-robed gold-edged priest was not worried that Huang Ping would disobey his words, so he walked slowly to the table, and at this time, the black pipe vomited like a human vomit, "wow", and spit out a white flower.

The thing lay on its seat like a puddle of mud, and it didn't move for a long time.

Kohei could have taken the opportunity to escape, but curiosity drove her to continue watching.

After all, the longer she stayed, the more she learned about the place, and the veil of the mysterious village slowly slipped.

The priest flipped the muddy ** over, and the black eyes without the whites of the eyes on his head stared at Huang Ping in a daze, and the corners of his mouth actually set off a strange arc.

Huang Ping's heart trembled, but he stared at him with fear.

The priest didn't seem to notice Akira Flat's expression, but just forcefully pulled off the limbs of the ** and lay on the surface of the table in a large shape, while fixing his limbs with locks, not knowing what to do next.

Then he dragged a stool and sat near the man's head.

The man's head was bare, without a single hair, and it was extremely white, without any patterns or tattoos on it.

However, it looked like this person had been born, his whole body was swollen, and his bones were soft, and even if he was firmly tied, his head could still be flipped over, and his black eyes kept looking at Huangping.

This guy can't be the one who just grew up with those babies, it's too fast.

The priest carefully held out a small glass jar of red liquid from under the table, and then uncorked the bottle, and a strong smell of blood greeted him.

Kohei couldn't help but ask, "Is this blood?" ”

The priest glanced at him, "I'm getting more and more interested in you, and I still have such a strong curiosity. Yes, this is the blood of the oracle, and we will only have divine power and wisdom if we get a tattoo with it, otherwise you will be just like him, at best, a piece of rotten meat. ”

The priest did not use any tools, but directly put his index finger into the glass bottle, and at that moment, his index finger suddenly shone brightly, and when he pulled his index finger out of the bottle, it was obvious that there was less blood in the glass bottle.

But even though the priest's index finger was hanging in the air, no blood was dripping down, as if it were all condensed in the fingertips.

And the next moment, the priest did not hesitate at all, his index finger suddenly wiped on the top of the bald head, and without hesitation, he drew a stroke, just like he had done a thousand times before, and then the flow of clouds and water did not stop, but in less than a minute, a simple pattern appeared on the top of the head.

After the painting, the priest silently recited a sentence that Huang Ping did not understand at all, and at this time, the pattern on the bald head emitted a light similar to that of the priest's index finger just now.

Although the bald appearance has not changed, one thing is obvious, that is, his black eyes finally have the whites of his eyes, and he obviously has the air of a normal person.

The priest seemed to have expended some energy and leaned against the wall with some exhaustion.

As the lock that bound the bald head was released, the bald head jumped off the ground and said to Huang Ping in a daze, "I...... I know you. ”

The bald head just wanted to speak again, but was kicked by the priest to the entrance of another pipe in the room, "Don't talk nonsense, go in quickly, someone will assign you a place to live and arrange tasks after you get out." ”

The bald head muttered and stopped talking, and when he approached the pipe, the pipe swallowed him with a sharp mouth, and then as if swallowing, the bald head disappeared in a few moments.

"It's you next, your IQ is so high now, I don't need to say anything, lie down and let me study your tattoo design." The priest said unceremoniously.

Priests are basically equivalent to the existence of oracles to ordinary bald villagers, and their orders cannot be disobeyed. However, Kohei was curious, wondering if the priest could detect anything from her transformed body.

So she obediently lay down.

The priest didn't tie it up either, but said coldly, "Don't move during the whole process." You'll have to endure even if it hurts, or I wouldn't mind erasing the tattoo from your head and turning you into a complete idiot. ”

"Yes, Priestess." Huang Ping said honestly.

The priest's smooth fingers hung over her head and drew it round and round, and he frowned and said, "It's strange, there's nothing wrong with this tattoo, how can it be ......?"

"No...... priest squinted his eyes as if sensing something, "I always felt that this tattoo was a bit empty, as if it wasn't there in the first place, and it was forcibly covered on it." ”

Huang Ping was shocked, could it be that this priest had discovered the truth.

She was quite confident in her imitation transformation, and if it weren't for someone close to her, she wouldn't have noticed her clues, maybe the priest was just trying to do it.