As soon as the centipede saw the dense fog gathering, it pulled out the square cone again with its backhand.

How much does this thing want to kill?

I grabbed him by the collar and led him into the house, and then I followed the base of the wall until I reached the corner where the statue was displayed.

Several times during this time, the centipede tried to reach the center of the room, but each time I forcibly pulled it back.

When I got to the statue, I took out the ghost candle, exhaled it, and lit the wick.

Since I opened the fourth spiritual consciousness, the wick I lit always ignited two colors of flames, ice blue and dark green, the two colors alternated, sometimes ice blue, one careless, and then turned into dark green, and the color always changes when you are not careful, such a flame is too much, even I feel confused, let alone those who have not cultivated.

The fog was so heavy that I couldn't see what the centipede was doing, so I had to press him on the shoulders and press him against the wall to prevent him from poking people with the square cone.

As soon as the candle was lit, the sound of his head banging on the ground was heard in the center of the room, as if the cultists thought that the king in yellow had appeared and was bowing down at this moment.

I silently changed two breaths, opening my throat, which was a little tight from not speaking for a long time, as much as possible, and then I suppressed my voice and spit out two words: "Sacrifice." ”

The kowtow stopped abruptly, and it is estimated that the cultists at this moment are staring at the place where the ghost fire is lit, waiting for me to give a new hint.

Seeing that the effect was not bad, I spat out two more words: "Not enough." ”

I mean, the number of sacrifices is not enough, and I don't know if these cultists will understand me.

You ask me why don't I say it all at once, and I have to jump out in two words? For no other reason, I just think that speaking in a way that goes against common sense can deepen the mystery.

After a long time, the cultists did not give me any response, but from them, I felt a deep sense of awe and fear.

Seeing this situation, no matter what I do next, they will not resist.

Now I had a plan in my heart, so I put away the yin and ghost qi on the lamp plate a little, so that the fog in the room was a little lighter.

I want to make sure they see their companions taken captive by the "King in Yellow."

When the visibility in the room reached about a meter and a half, I felt for the barrel of the gun, first took a moment to find the location of the thin man, and then struck as fast as I could, quickly probed the barrel of the gun, and unbiased the neckline of the blood groove, and then quickly retracted the gun and pulled the thin man over.

At that moment, the thin man finally felt great fear and let out a heart-rending scream.

As soon as he called out like this, the fear in the hearts of the others was magnified to the extreme, but they still did not flee at the first time, until the thin man was pulled into the depths of the fog by me, and these people still knelt motionless.

It seems that they do not want to escape, but they are afraid that there will be more serious consequences if they escape.

As soon as the thin man came to me, I didn't say a word, and smashed a punch on his cheek, and the guy couldn't help but hit him, and it didn't take much effort to knock him out.

The room was calm again, except for the ghostly wick that still floated with a ghostly glow.

After a long time, one of the cultists could no longer bear it any longer, and asked in a startled voice at the firelight, "What can you give us?" ”

It was really a "startle", and when he spoke, he seemed to startle himself, and I could feel that his mood fluctuated extremely strongly at that moment.

It seemed that shouting at the king in yellow would bring him extremely tragic consequences, but he still couldn't help but ask.

So I guess that believing in the King of the Yellow Coats may bring them great benefits, and the thin man I took away should have an extremely close relationship with him, because at the moment when the thin man was dragged away, not only fear appeared in his heart, but at the same time a deep worry also floated in his heart.

Thinking of this, I responded:

"After the night."

"Eternal life."

What does eternal life mean after night? I don't know what that means, it's just my, as long as I can bluff them anyway.

As soon as these words came out, there was another rapid knock in the room.

I extinguished the ghost candle, left the room with the centipede and the thin man under the cover of the mist, and when I went out, I turned into a nearby torture room, and only when I closed the door of the torture chamber did I use a little means to seal the yin and ghost qi on the lamp plate.

Once these two auras were sealed, the mist would dissipate instantly.

By the time the cultists come to their senses, they will find that their leader has long since disappeared, and it is unknown how they will feel at that time.

About four or five minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the torture chamber, and the cultists were like frightened rabbits, running wildly towards the entrance of the corridor, and before long, the scattered footsteps disappeared completely.

I was sure that the cultists were far away, and I had the rest of my experience to take care of the centipedes.

From the beginning of the moment, he looked distracted, the luster in his eyes was all distracted, and when I dragged him into the torture chamber earlier, he almost hit his head on the door frame.

This thing must have been staring at the candle flame in a daze just now, which caused his mind to be affected.

I pressed my finger against the centipede's eyebrows and sent a telekinesis into his spiritual platform, and the guy suddenly woke up with a spirit.

He looked at me in astonishment, then turned to look at the unconscious thin man, and it took him a long time before he realized what was going on: "You knocked him unconscious?" What about the others? ”

"Gone."

"Gone? You let them go? Why not kill them? ”

"Big brother, I said if there is something wrong with your brain, these cultists must still have accomplices, if you kill a few of them today, their accomplices must be alert."

"But what's different now, if you capture one of them, they're still going to inform their accomplices."

"Don't worry, they will tell their accomplices that the King of Yellow has appeared, and as for the person we caught, he has also become a sacrifice of the King of Yellow."

I don't know how long the centipede has been unconscious, but from what he just said, I know that he doesn't know what I did during the sacrifice ceremony.

Hearing me say this, the centipede was even more confused: "Why? ”

"Why do you have so many questions," I waved my hand and then pointed to the thin man, "Don't you want to know what the cultists are planning, and when you get back to the autopsy room, you can ask him." ”

The centipede was still staring at me stunned: "How did you do that?" ”

"It's a hassle to explain, so you don't have to ask. Alright, I think we'd better get out of the way, maybe there will be other cultists coming over later. ”