It was also a mask, the same as the one on his face.

He glanced at me, sneered, very softly, and then pushed a small table from nowhere, probably from behind me.

He placed his mask on the small table, and I could see the rest of the table.

There was a bundle of rope, a couple of short knives of various shapes, a pair of matches, and... There is also a small incense burner.

To my surprise, the small incense burner was exactly the same as the one Wang Aili gave me.

What is he going to do?

Do you want to use this thing on me? Crazy.

Before I could figure it out, he suddenly spoke.

"You've seen this, right?"

So saying, he opened the lid of the censer, lit a match, put it in, and closed the lid.

After a while, a trace of green smoke rose from the lid of the stove.

It's a kind of fragrance that is not very easy to describe, I have seen the spices in the incense burner, and I have tested the ingredients, but this spice is completely different from the smell when burned.

I smelled the intoxicating smell in the green smoke, and the familiar, quenched lotus seeds.

The flavor of the seeds is not noticeable in the spices, but it is different when burned, and the flavor of the seeds accounts for two-thirds of the entire fragrance after burning.

If the flavor comes from the seed, then it should be ......

I suddenly had a bad premonition, according to Wang Aili's description to me, this kind of taste will give people a glimpse of their inner desires, and in the end, they can't extricate themselves and obey each other.

In her words, it's naturally obedient, but for me, it's just being put in the position.

"What are you going to do?"

I'm a little scared, I'm really scared.

There are many evil arts in the Heavenly Power Organization, how do I know what he is going to do tonight, and what should I do if my body is controlled, or if they have planted demons deep inside me?

To be honest, I don't want to die yet.

Probably everyone has this kind of consciousness when they are close to death.

A strong desire to survive will crush all our naïve words that are not afraid of death.

But the feeling of this death gradually approaching is very uncomfortable, my fear comes from my own inability to fight back, now I am tied hand and foot, I can't break free, let me die, but at least don't die so aggrieved.

But if I control the Heavenly Power Organization, and they will brainwash me in some mysterious way, then I would rather die.

For example, now.

Since the spices in this small furnace can control Wang Aili and even Xie Ying, then controlling me should be a piece of cake, and they can even brainwash more people in this way to achieve their own goals.

But if you haven't experienced it firsthand, you should keep your mouth shut, but I'll experience it soon.

Chen Feng didn't answer my question, he just kept sneering, his face was completely covered by the mask, and I couldn't see the expression on his face when he sneered at all.

When the green smoke from the stove was all around, and every breath I took was mixed in, he moved.

He picked up the mask from the table, and just before I knew what he was going to do, he put it on my face.

After he tied the string of the mask for me, he came back to me.

I've never been able to figure out what the meaning of this mask is, can they see anything through it? After wearing it, I felt that my vision was limited, and there were invisible blind spots in my eyes.

"Soon you'll know what I'm going to do."

He sneered twice: "Can Zhang Jiuxuan's grandson still not know what's going on?" ”

"You know my grandfather too?" I looked confused, but I was covered by a mask.

Chen Feng laughed twice, and said: "Hehe, who doesn't know Zhang Jiuxuan, the divine calculation of heavenly destiny, the power of numerology, and the feng shui faucet, these are all words that were used to describe your grandfather, but there is another one to describe him, you must not have heard of it." ”

He said there, I'm listening here, and the embarrassing thing is that no matter whether I've heard the one in the back or not, first of all, what is the destiny of God, what numerology is powerful, what feng shui faucet, I haven't heard of these alone.

But I didn't interrupt him, but listened quietly.

But he didn't seem to want to do what I wanted, and before he could say a word, he picked up a knife and came to me.

"It's a pity that Zhang Jiuxuan is now an old immortal who has half of his body into the loess, and his life is short, and his grandson is still a waste, and I am afraid that no one can inherit his name."

As he spoke, in my horrified gaze, he raised his dagger aloft and stabbed it down.

I didn't know where he was going to stab me, so I had to tense up, but the tighter the stab, the more painful it hurt, and the knife was directly on my thigh, this time on the left, and before I could react, he stabbed me again on the right thigh.

I tried my best to control my mental power, and I controlled myself not to scream like a slaughtered pig, but he didn't know what was smeared on his knife, and when it pierced into his body, it was as if the heat of his whole body had been drained away, and he fell into the ice cave in an instant.

I know this happens when people are stabbed, but it was all in the case of heavy bleeding, and I was stabbed in the leg, what's wrong.

"Soon, your blood, hehehe......"

As he said this, he opened the lid of the small censer and put the knife inside, and my blood flowed from it and dripped into the censer.

It was also at this time that I saw clearly that the knife in his hand was actually grooved, and when this grooved dagger was inserted into human flesh and blood, although it would not have the effect of bloodletting, after all, at that moment, due to the internal and external pressure, the flesh and blood were tight, but when it was pulled out, it could bring out a large tube of blood, and even bring out bloody flesh.

No wonder I felt so much pain just now, it felt like I had suddenly fallen into an ice cave.

I glanced down at my thighs, and the blood was gushing out, and as my blood kept pouring out, I felt what little strength I had left was constantly pulling away from my body.

It was a terrible feeling, and then he walked up behind me with the little incense burner, and he crouched down, and before I could realize what he was going to do, he cut my fingers, to be exact, because my hands were tied together, and he cut two fingers on each of my hands.

This time the wound should have been smaller, but probably because it was too weak, although it was only a small gap, I felt that although my only strength had reached another opening, it kept flowing out.

"Tick ......" "Tick ......"

It wasn't the sound of the hands jumping, or the sound of blood dripping from my fingers on the censer.

"You're a lunatic."

The feeling of being able to clearly feel that your body is losing blood is the most torturous.

I don't know how to describe the feeling, it's like death puts an hourglass in front of you and tells you that when the sand is gone, you will die.

At this point, you're absolutely afraid of the sound of the sand pouring down.

And the sound of the sand leaking down was the feeling of blood gushing out from several wounds on my body.

Before this, I had been holding back from speaking, but now that I am speaking, Chen Feng seems to be very excited.

"Oh, so you're not dead yet."

He walked unhurriedly to the table, put down the dagger, and blew lightly into the incense burner, and a cloud of smoke that changed color rose instantly.

"You can talk if you're not dead, right?"

He put his hand in front of me, and dragged the little incense burner in his hand, and the smoke from it was getting thicker and stronger, and the smell was getting more and more sexual, and I don't know how many times worse than it had just been.

The smell of quenching lotus seeds is particularly pungent, like a bottle of fragrant perfume, just spray a little bit on the neck, but the whole bottle hits it.

Now the original faint fragrance has become a disgusting fragrance, pungent, and pungent headache.

I don't know what he's going to do, but this spice is supposed to confuse people's minds, just as quenching even seeds have this effect.

And when I smelled the fragrance before, I did feel a little dizzy in my head, and I felt that my strength was withdrawn not because of the previous injuries, but because of the smell of such a fragrance.

But then, when he bled into the incense burner on his hands and legs, I had a bad premonition.

Blood is a thing that is connected to the soul, especially an organization like Tianquan, most of the evil arts in their hands are related to sacrifice and blood, so Chen Feng took my blood to prepare for some kind of sacrifice.

But the strange thing is that my blood is sprinkled on spices, and then burned, and when I smell it, it should exacerbate the symptoms, because adding blood to it is a curse, specially used to curse me.

But not only did I not feel dizzy worse, but all the strength I had lost before came back, and I felt that I was getting stronger little by little, and my energy was slowly recovering.

Even the wound that had just been poked out of my thigh began to heal, I don't know if it was a hallucination, but I really felt that the wound was slightly hot and itchy, which was a sign that the wound was healing.

I glanced down silently, and I was stunned by the fact that the wound was not healing, but the bleeding had stopped.

This is impossible, this is not in line with the arguments of modern medicine at all, the human body cannot have such a rapid healing speed, this is just a little longer, his two stabs stabbed me in the thigh, although it did not pierce the aorta, but if it is not bandaged, in the end I may really bleed too much to death.

Chen Feng also seemed to notice that I was looking down, he seemed to be very confused, and just lowered his head to see what was going on, but his body shook and he fell directly to the ground.

The incense burner rolled to the ground, and the spices were spilled, and smoke was billowing from it.

He panicked, propped himself up with his hands, and stepped back.

"You... Your blood ......"