It's just that I want to regain my soul, but those flowers are growing like crazy, how can I resist them?

The only one who can help me now is the Great Elder in front of me, so I turned my attention to the Great Elder for help.

"Are you willing to give up your arms and have the determination to endure the pain?" The Great Elder asked.

Do you want to give up your left arm? Am I going to be disabled in the future?

However, seeing the sea of flowers on the other side that is still spreading rapidly, I have a horizontal heart: if you don't give up your arms, everyone will hang, compare the two, of course, choose the one with the lighter consequences.

I hurriedly spoke, "I'm willing to give up my arms." I can tolerate the pain. ”

"That's good." The Grand Elder smiled.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the spreading sea of flowers on the other side suddenly stopped, and a fresh breeze blew across the grassland. Everywhere they went, the withered grass and wildflowers came back to life and began to flourish.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw this. Before I could relax, the scene in front of me changed again.

It was a dark space, and I sat in the middle of it, surrounded by the seven elders of the Ji family, all of whom had their eyes closed and chanting obscure incantations in their mouths.

As they chanted, bronze chains with patina rust spots, copper hooks with barbed tips like poisonous snakes, emerged from the darkness behind them, shaking their bodies flexibly in the darkness, and burrowed in my direction.

I was horrified, I had seen this bronze chain on the petroglyphs before, it was used to lock the head of the giant, and now it was used against me? Is it true, as the giant's head said to me, that he and I are one, that he is my stripped power?

I was so frightened to see seven barbed chains with barbed tips and a metallic cold glow stabbing at me, and I subconsciously wanted to run away, but found that my body seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.

Seeing those seven bronze chains getting closer and closer to me, I was so frightened that I closed my eyes directly: Death is death, I don't look at it.

But after waiting for a long time, and no metal felt like it piercing my body, I quietly opened my eyes and saw seven chains hanging above my head.

I looked up and saw that my severed left arm was now levitating above my head, becoming huge, and a bewitching change bloomed on it. It's like sucking the nutrients from my arm.

Seven bronze chains with spiked barbs were pinned to each of the five fingers of the arm, the sixth pierced the palm of the hand, and the seventh pierced the end of the arm.

The seven bronze chains were firmly nailed to the arm, and with the sound of the incantation chanted by the seven clan elders, they began to slowly tighten, and the bronze chains also emitted a unique sound of metal rubbing, and the roots of the teeth of the listeners were sour.

What's to be done? Why did you nail through my severed left arm and pull it so hard?

As time passed, the suspicion in my heart quickly dissipated, and I noticed that with the pull of the bronze chain, the flower on the other side of the arm began to be slowly pulled out of the arm as if it was pulled by an invisible force.

Seeing this scene, I was convinced: it turned out that this ceremony was so simple. It seems that as long as I pull the flower out of my arm, everything should be fine, and the soul of my left arm may be able to come back, and I don't have to be a Condor Hero.

Come to think of it. I stopped panicking, and began to watch the play with peace of mind, but somehow I remembered the divination results I saw on my father's desk, and I couldn't help but think to myself: it seems that those divination results are all wrong. This time the ceremony should be easy to end.

As time went by, the flower on the arm had been slowly pulled out of the arm, revealing a dense root system.

The flower on the other side seemed to be alive, when it began to be pulled out. He was desperately shaking the petals, as if he was fighting against the bronze chains, but it didn't work at all, and he was still pulled out little by little.

I watched the dense roots of the flowers on the other side being pulled out of my arm little by little. I was about to be completely pulled out, and I couldn't help but let out a long breath, and at this moment, a mutation suddenly appeared.

The flower on the other side suddenly gathered its petals. And the roots of its roots suddenly grew wildly, and once again deeply rooted in the flesh of the arm, and what terrified me even more was the cross-section of the arm. Suddenly, countless roots stretched out, hanging in the air like a waterfall, directly into the section of my broken arm, and spreading wildly through my body.

What's going on? Haven't those arms been cut off from me? Why did the roots suddenly stretch out. Got my body into it, too?

These clan elders of the Ji family, why didn't they stop this flower just now? It stands to reason that they should have this ability, is it negligence? Still didn't expect such a change?

Soon. I didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, because as the roots entered my body, I started to feel a pain that I had never felt before.

The pain is indescribable, and if you had to use an analogy, it's like someone has made countless silk threads, and each silk thread has thousands of hooks tied to it, and then these silk threads are stuffed into your body, and each hook is hung in every inch of your flesh and blood. Pull the threads harder.

The seven clan elders continued to chant the incantation, and the seven bronze chains crumbled closer and closer, desperately tearing at the flower of the other side. And the roots of the flower on the other side are also pulling every inch of flesh and blood in my body, making me feel my soul tremble. Wailing in pain.

I finally understood why the Great Elder asked me if I had the determination to endure the pain on the grassland just now, and now I knew. It turned out that this was also part of the ritual, and the Great Elder had known for a long time that such a situation would occur.

I really regret that if I knew that this mark removal ritual was so painful, I would have chosen to have my soul devoured by the corpse. Being a son-in-law who does whatever she wants in her sea of consciousness, even if it is just an illusory world, is better than bearing the pain in front of her.

In the agony, the time was so long, and in just a few seconds, it felt like centuries had passed, and I finally understood why the ritual was so painful.

As the female corpse told me, once the flower sigil hits me, it will begin to merge with my soul, and its roots will grow into the depths of my soul, drawing nourishment from the depths of my soul. If you want to remove this other side flower, the damage to the soul is too great, which in itself is a matter of life and death.

What to do? Continue to cooperate?

But even if I wanted to ruin the ceremony, I wouldn't have the ability, would I? It seems that the pain can only be endured. When all these roots of the flower have been pulled out of my soul, I will be free.

Faced with no choice, I could only grit my teeth and continue to bear it, enduring the pain of my flesh being cut a little bit, waiting for the roots of the flower on the other side of my body to be pulled out.

Fortunately, this is the state of the soul, and I estimate that if all this really happened to the physical body, I am afraid that the inside of my body would have been stirred into a paste by the roots of the other side flower.

However, although it was very painful, the roots of the flower were pulled out of my body little by little, and it was strange to say that those tendrils were so long when they pierced my soul, and once they were completely pulled away from my soul, they became small and short, and looked like fluff.

Seeing the dense roots being pulled out little by little, my heart couldn't help but beat wildly, it was finally over, I finally didn't have to live a life of fugitive, and I didn't have to worry about my father and Aunt Xue going to have an accident.

But just as the root left by the flower on the other side was only the longest taproot, a sharp pain suddenly enveloped my heart.

I looked down and saw that the longest root of the flower on the other side was now tightly attached to my heart, completely wrapping it, and as long as I gently tugged on it, it would be extremely painful. If you want to pull out the flower completely, I'm afraid you have to pull out my heart together.

I suddenly remembered the prophetic dream that Yuan Ling told me, and she said that I would die during the ritual.

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