I tried to turn my head to look around, trying to see what was going on, only to find that the ground around my body was covered in blood with strange symbols, forming a circular circle that surrounded me in the middle.

This circle looks a bit like the one when the corpse demon imprinted the flower on my arm, but the runes on it seem to be a little different.

Such a big circle, with so many ghost drawing talismans, requires a lot of blood, where does this blood come from?

I looked around, and soon found the source - on the stone stalactite not far away, my mother was still chained to it, but her left hand was drenched with blood, and someone bandaged it with a piece of cloth, but it did not stop the bleeding at all, and the blood was still flowing down.

And the mother was leaning on the stalactite at the moment, her head hanging down, her unkempt hair covering her face. I can't see her situation clearly at the moment, and I don't know if she is dead or alive.

How's my mother? Still alive? Did the high priest take only a portion of the blood, or did he poison her? But even if only blood is taken, so much, the weak will have to worry about their lives, what happened to her mother?

A wave of anger swelled up in my heart: the High Priest was so inhuman. How can you treat your mother like this? You know, his mother is the daughter of the high priest, so he really doesn't feel distressed at all?

Because of the anger, my body couldn't help but tense, and the high priest probably sensed the change in my mood and stopped the brush in his hand: "Are you awake?" What are you excited about? ”

Then. He was about to turn his head to follow my gaze, I was in a hurry, and I couldn't care so much, so I hit his head directly into his face, wanting to attack him with a hammer, and scolded in my mouth: "You give me death, what do you want to do to me?" What the hell are you drawing?! ”

When I attacked with a head mallet, I was easily dodged by the high priest, and then, out of nowhere, he found a poisonous needle out of nowhere and stabbed me in the neck, and my body was suddenly numb and could no longer move.

Then, the High Priest shook his head lightly and said, "Why bother?!" Obviously you don't have any strength at all, I really don't know where you got the courage and confidence, how good it is to cooperate honestly, and there will be no pain, you have to find guilt for yourself. ”

I have now turned a deaf ear to these words of the high priest, after all, I attacked him only to disturb his vision, so that he would not find out that I was acting with my mother, and now that the purpose has been achieved, I don't care about anything else.

But it soon became clear to me that the situation was no longer of my concern, for the High Priest was soon to finish his work.

He started to draw on my left arm after he had drawn all over my skin with blood, on my head, on my face, on my body, on my legs, on my right hand, all of these places.

This time, he drew very carefully, obviously at a critical moment, I remembered that my mother had told me in a dream that the left hand of the evil god was sealed here, and the fear in my heart could not be suppressed.

"Ji Zang, do you know why your mother betrayed Miao Jiang, and why I will still leave her alive?" The high priest's voice was very cold.

I ignored it.

He continued: "The person who betrayed the gods is not entitled to live, she has survived until now because she is still of some use, she is your mother, and you are the chosen body of the gods to perform rituals with her blood. It's the best choice, it's a fusion of blood, and you should be happy. ”

Crazy, this guy is really crazy. This is no longer normal human thinking. At the moment, I don't want to deal with this madman, even if he is my grandfather, I don't want to pay attention to him.

With the high priest's painting, my arms were slowly covered with strange patterns, but the place where the flower mark on the other side was originally located was empty.

"Tsk, that old woman in Jinhua Village has some skills, and she really removed the mark of the flower on the other side, so I have to start over, it's really troublesome." The High Priest continued, his tone filled with regret.

Then he began to draw on my arm a flower with spikes on its petals, exactly like the previous mark.

I roared in my heart: Stop, you stop me, I finally got out of the control of the mark, can't I have a few days of peaceful birthday?

But I know that even if I open my mouth to scold, the high priest will not change the slightest, he is a complete madman, he does not even let go of his own daughter, how can he care about a grandson who has never lived together?

Soon. The flower on my left arm was also drawn by him, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but since the imprint of the flower on the other side was finished, I felt a tingling pain in my arm, as if something was taking root and sprouting in it.

The high priest inserted the brush in his hand into the clay pot filled with blood, and let out a long sigh: "It's finally done." In another half an hour, at midnight, the ritual can begin, Ji Zang, you should feel honored to be the body of a god. ”

Honor a fart! I don't worship your demon gods. Who wants to lose their sense of self and become someone else's puppet and puppet?

You fanatics, willing to die for the so-called gods and do all kinds of things that exterminate humanity, that's your choice, I'm a normal person. I just want to live a good life, even if it's just being an undertaker in a funeral home and dealing with dead bodies every day, I don't want to encounter such crazy things to the bone.

After speaking, the high priest put away the brush and the clay pot, and then walked towards a small cave in the distance. As he walked in, I heard the squeaky of a ghost boy visibly coming from inside, like the excited cries of a zoo monkey when they hear a keeper.

I was lying on the cold ground, my body numb, unable to move, the only thing I could feel. It was the tingling sensation on the left arm that emitted the imprint of the flower on the other side.

The tingling sensation was mild at first, but as time went on, it began to grow stronger, and it seemed to spread along the arm and throughout the body.

What's going on? Is it my hallucination, or these ghost drawings on my skin. Is it starting to work?

I couldn't help but look at my mother, who was sitting motionless, trying to get some guidance from her, but she didn't react in the slightest as if she were asleep.

Time passed bit by bit, and the high priest had said that there was still half an hour left. It's time to start the ritual, but I don't see any turnarounds right now.

Ji Ling didn't come, Liao Qingjiang was nowhere to be found, the cat girl wearing a bronze mask hadn't come yet, and Zhan Yiwen, the ice cube guy who only had two words per sentence. None of them came.

What the hell is going on? Have I been given up by the righteous side?

It's okay for others to give up on me, but isn't that masked girl my doll kiss? Does she have a new choice, not me?

My mind is a mess, I feel that my thinking is not led astray by my mother, the kind of thing that is the baby kiss, where is there any binding force now, and it is not a feudal society, and now in this year, I am married and cheated on the old king next door, not to mention just a baby kiss.

Probably because of my thoughts, I didn't even feel the tingling sensation in my arm. When I came back to my senses, I had completely changed a feeling on my body, it was a warm feeling, as if the whole person was soaking in a hot spring, and my whole body was warm.

I tried to turn my head to look at the runes drawn from the blood on my skin. It was slowly fading away, as if absorbed by my body, and only the flower mark on my left arm became more and more vivid.

What's going on? Why is my mother's blood absorbed by my body? So why did the flower imprint on the other side become so vivid?

Just as I was at a loss, a large group of ghost children ran out of the cave that the High Priest had just entered, squeaked and ran to my side, and began to jump and jump. The movements are uniform, as if they are doing some kind of weird dance.

With the movements of these ghost boys, my body lying on the ground actually stood up uncontrollably, followed the movements of the ghost boys, and jumped up.

That's when I saw it. At some point, the high priest and a group of people wearing sackcloth robes, who also wore grimace masks, formed a semicircle and watched all this silently.

Even my aunt is wearing a grimace mask at the moment and changing into the same clothes, if I don't recognize her hair, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to recognize it.

As the ghost boy and I jumped together, the moment they landed, the ghost talisman drawn with blood on the ground suddenly burst into flames, as if gasoline had been ignited, but the flame was not yellow or red, but a strange black.

I was horrified, but my body was still uncontrollably dancing with those ghost boys.

After another group jump, the moment I landed, a flame ignited on my feet, and then. The black flames slowly spread up my body, and soon reached my waist.

The black flame burned in my body, but there was no pain, only a warm feeling.

However, when the black flame came to my left arm, the flower on my left arm suddenly bloomed. I absorbed all the flames in one go, and the next moment, I felt a piercing pain in my left eye.

Immediately after, a familiar roar rang in my ears.

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