"My power has been sealed, and I can't do anything at all now, and you, who lost his memory when he was seven years old, and then were sent out of the Ji family, must not have learned any skills, and the two of us can't fight against these people at all, so the next ritual must be impossible to stop." The mother said with a gloomy face.

"So we can only watch it happen? Resurrect that demon god? "I felt a deep sense of powerlessness in my heart.

"No, we can't stop the ritual, but it's not certain that the evil god will eventually be resurrected."

"Huh?! Didn't you say that once the first step of this ritual is carried out, the rest of the process will be unstoppable, so isn't the demon god destined to be resurrected? My whole head was confused, and my mother's answers seemed inconsistent.

"The process cannot be stopped, but the god was decapitated in ancient times. After dismembering the body, it was sealed separately, and it was not so easy to resurrect it, since you have become the chosen body of the evil god, all the turning points are on you, what will be the final result. It's up to you to decide. ”

"Mom, what the hell are you talking about? Why can't I understand something? ”

Once the demon god is resurrected and occupies my body, where will I have any chance to resist? What else can I decide? Didn't you become a puppet? What other power does the puppet have to choose?

At this moment, the space around them shook violently, as if something was violently impacting.

The mother's face changed. Fei quickly said: "Ji Zang, no matter what, you have to remember one thing, insist on your heart and don't change, as long as you don't lose your way, we can win in the end, you must remember ......"

Before my mother could finish her words, the space around me cracked open, and I returned to reality, still being choked by my mother's neck, my eyes blackened, and I was about to faint.

The high priest (in fact, I should call him grandpa, but such a dehumanizing person, I don't want to call him grandpa, I prefer to call him the high priest) and my aunt have come to me and my mother, and the high priest raised his hand and slashed my mother's neck, and my mother fainted softly.

The hands that were stuck on my neck were also pulled away by my aunt, I watched my aunt's rough movements, and I wanted to open my mouth to scold her, but one mouth was a violent cough - my mother was indeed measured, and she didn't strangle me, but her hands were heavy enough.

But with such a cough, I also want to understand that my mother pretended to pinch me and took me into the dream space to communicate, afraid that the high priest and aunt would see the clues, so at this time, I had to show that it was the most correct choice to be alienated from my mother.

So, when I coughed, I pretended to be a little scared and stepped back, as if I was very afraid of my mother.

Sure enough, seeing this scene, the high priest's brows furrowed: "Wasn't your sister okay some time ago?" Why did you suddenly go crazy? It can't be faked, right? ”

My heart suddenly hung in the air, my mother must have a reason for pretending to be crazy, and if the high priest guessed the truth, it would be troublesome.

"Maybe I think I've cheated on her for so long, and I'm a little unbearable, crazy, right? Otherwise, we know that we are about to succeed, and we know that everything cannot be changed, and we collapse. ”

"What can I do? The girl named Sasha didn't catch him, his companion ran away again, and now your sister is doing this to him again, can our plan still succeed? The High Priest said.

"It should be all right, right? As far as I know, he is not a mentally strong and tenacious person, so it's a big deal to use more torture methods. Auntie also frowned.

The two of them spoke. He didn't even think to avoid me as a client, and obviously didn't take me seriously at all.

Perhaps, in the minds of the two of them, I am not only a scumbag on the physical level, but also a scumbag on the spiritual level.

This made me feel a trace of sadness in my heart at the same time as I was on fire—as if I was really such a person, my body was wasted, my heart was weak, and I didn't have strong willpower at all.

However, at the same time, I also roughly guessed some truths, whether it was my godmother and my mother warning me in my dreams not to lose my heart and to stick to myself, or whether the high priest and my aunt discussed how to torture me and break my mind, the focus of these contradictions was on my own consciousness.

Perhaps, if the demon god is resurrected and wants to occupy my body, does it still require me to fall into madness? Can it really succeed?

No wonder the high priest said that Sasha didn't catch it, Liao Qingjiang also ran away, and now my mother is crazy to attack me again, maybe he wants to attack my relatives and friends who care about me in front of me. It made me nervous, as if it was all played on TV, and those villains liked to torture the protagonist's relatives and friends, making the protagonist miserable.

It's just that can the scene played by the mother succeed in deceiving the high priest? Do I want to add some more ingredients? Make everything look more natural and believable?

Thinking of this, I turned my heart sideways, ignoring the coughing throat, lowered my head and frantically groped for the stones on the ground, and smashed the small stones at my mother: "You are not my mother." You haven't raised me for more than 20 years, and you want to strangle me when you see me, have you be a mother? ”

There weren't many stones on the cave floor, so it was easy for me to act, and all I could get was some thin flakes of limestone anyway. Not to mention that it almost misses when thrown, even if it is thrown on the body, it doesn't hurt so much.

The high priest and my aunt watched coldly from the sidelines, and did not say anything to stop me, as if they wanted to confirm whether I was acting or really resentful of my mother.

I knew that I had to continue acting at this time, or I would be in trouble. Perhaps the mother would suffer even more severely, so she continued to throw shards of limestone in her direction.

In order to avoid really hurting my mother, I also pretended to want to pull up a stone stalactite, my original thought was, this thing is a stone, how can it be easily broken? I just wanted to pretend.

But what I didn't expect was this. The acting actually went wrong, and the stone stalactite didn't know what was going on, but it really snapped and broke down, and I held it in my hand.

This stone stalactite is at least twenty or thirty catties, and if it is really used to beat the mother, it will definitely be seriously injured. Maybe there will be a fear for your life.

So, I took this stalactite, and suddenly I was a little bit of a wax: what should I do? Keep acting? If my mother was really seriously injured or really died, then what reason did I have to live in this world? But if I don't do it, what will I do when the high priest tortures my mother?

Just stunned for a moment. I saw a mocking smile on the corner of my aunt's mouth, but I couldn't see the high priest's expression, because he was still wearing the grimace mask, and he never took it off.

I knew I couldn't hesitate any longer at this time, if I didn't continue acting. By the time the ritual is carried out, the mother's pain will be even heavier.

So, with a look of anger and madness, I lifted the stalactite, pointed the tip downward, and walked towards my mother, making a gesture to smash the stalactite spike at her.

In fact, I have calculated in my mind that if no one stops me, I will adjust the direction of the spike and try to hit it next to my mother, which may cause some skin trauma, but it is better than actually hurting my mother. Moreover, this can also deceive the high priest and the aunt.

Just as I raised the stalactite spike above my head, pretending to smash it down, the high priest, who had not spoken, coughed, and I only felt that the stalactite spike in my hand was suddenly light, and something had taken it away.

I turned my head a little puzzled. I saw a ghost boy holding the stalactite spike, and had jumped in front of the high priest, raising his head to flatter the high priest.

"Give me back, give me back the stone, I'm going to kill her." At this moment, I feel that my acting skills are enough to impact the Oscar. Played a madman who was carried away by anger to the extreme.

"Yinhua, knock him out, it's not yet the time for the ceremony, if only it was the time of the ceremony, it would be good if it could be like this."

That's the last thing I heard before I went unconscious, and then. I only felt a pain in my neck, my eyes went black, and I passed out.

Before I passed out, my hanging heart finally let go: I finally passed the test in a fool's way, and my mother should be fine.

In my sleep, I had a nightmare that I was trapped with my mother on a cliff, surrounded by a dense network of poisonous snakes that were coming towards me and my mother.

I looked at those poisonous snakes with fangs and snake letters, and my heart was full of fear, and my heart was horizontal, and I wanted to jump off the cliff and die, so as not to be bitten to death by poisonous snakes.

But when he reached out to pull his mother, he pulled an empty space, and when he turned his head to look, he found that his mother was long gone.

I was shocked, and I didn't react yet. Countless poisonous snakes had swarmed up and wrapped around my legs, entangled me to the ground, and then the vipers stretched out their cold snake letters and licked them back and forth on my body.

The serpent's letter was cold. It gave me goosebumps, but it was itchy, and I couldn't help but want to twist my body, but my body was so entangled that I couldn't move at all.

I was in a hurry, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying naked on the cold, damp ground of the cave, the high priest holding a brush dipped in blood, drawing ghost talismans on my skin, and not far on the ground, there was a clay pot with blood.

It turned out that it wasn't the snake letter licking on me, but the feeling of the brush dipped in blood scratching the skin.

But this didn't make me relax, it made me more nervous, the high priest wrote such a ghost drawing talisman on my body with blood, could it be to start the ceremony?

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