The stairs weren't too high, and it only took five or six minutes to see the end.

Above it was a wide flat field, with torches lit in all four directions. The faint jump of the campfire is indescribably weird.

In the middle of the flat bottom there is a high platform, and in the center of the high platform is a strange sculpture, with long fangs, a hideous face, and angry eyes full of malice and evil spirit, just one glance, and I don't want to leave its superfluous gaze.

And there is a pit that looks not small under this sculpture pang, and it is not real to see it from under the high platform, so we walked up the only step by the high platform.

The pit became clearer and more complete in sight, and finally froze into a pool of dark red liquid.

The dark red liquid was tumbling, as if a cauldron was burning underneath.

It's blood, there's no doubt about it.

When I got closer, I realized that the sculpture was not simply a decorative object. From the mouth of the sculpture's pitch-black and hideous human head, a drop of ink-like liquid fell from time to time and melted into a pool of blood.

I stood on the edge of the platform and looked at it for a moment before approaching the pool of blood, circling around the pool of blood and the sculptures.

Aside from being weird and scary, the two don't seem to do much else. So, look away.

Looking down from the high platform, I found that in addition to the torches on the flat ground, under the torches, in the inconspicuous shadows, there was a pitch-black earthen bowl placed in each of them.

Looking at the furnishings, this should be some kind of sacrificial platform.

Jumping down from the high platform, he walked to the torch and carefully looked at the earthen bowl that seemed to be featureless, thought about it slightly, what slipped through his mind, and then turned his head to look at the high platform.

On the head of the sculpture, there is an inconspicuous spoon, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will ignore it as the ear of the sculpture.

"Brother Wind and Rain, use the things on the sculpture to decorate the things in the pool." I shouted to the man who was still hovering on the high platform.

He glanced this way, quickly walked over to the sculpture, took off the spoon and leaned over to scoop the contents of the spoonful.

He bent down on the high platform and handed me the spoon and its contents, and after taking it, I went back to the black bowl and poured the blood from the spoon into it.

The bowl and blood water have not changed much, which is a bit disappointing. I turned around and wanted to turn back to the high platform, and let Brother Fengyu scoop a few more spoons and fill all the bowls under the torches around me.

However, after lifting his feet and not taking a few steps, he felt a chill behind his back and a tense back. But when I looked back, I saw nothing.

At this moment, Brother Fengyu's voice came from the high platform behind him with anxiety: "Be careful from above!" ”

Hearing this, people subconsciously looked up, but saw that from the direction from there, the shadows covering the sky were swooping down, and they were actually powerful ghosts flying from that river! When they looked closely, the water in the river was churning, and the corpses that had been quiet were rioting again, and they writhed and tried to get out of the river, but they didn't know what force was restraining them, and all their struggles were in vain.

I hurriedly retreated until there was no way to retreat against the high platform behind me, and then I held the Yin Sword horizontally in front of me, vigilant against the group of fierce ghosts.

The bloody or mutilated ghosts approached, but instead of pressing on us, they rushed to the black bowl under the torches. They are like wolves that have been hungry for days, and they are there scrambling and biting, just to get a little more blood in the bowl.

I silently breathed a sigh of relief, put down the sword in my hand, and jumped onto the high platform deftly with the hand that Brother Fengyu stretched out.

Those fierce ghosts seem to be suppressed by something, no matter how they fight below, there is no intention of approaching the high platform to get blood and water by themselves.

Touching my chin, I began to look around the sculpture and the pool of blood again.

Obviously, it is the group of ghosts in the river that should be sacrificed here, or the group of ghosts in the river that are raised.

It seems that our perception of the people here has been skewed.

The people who live in the White Bone Village are not corpse keepers, but soul masters!

They throw the dead into the river and trap their souls in their bodies, which on the surface look like zombies whose yang energy has not been exhausted, but when these dead bodies decompose and their souls are freed, they will become vicious ghosts.

And the corpse I saw in Xishan before may be just a trick on the other side.

And when I think of the Soul Master, it reminds me of a person - Lu Yiwen.

When I met the plastic surgeon in Shanghai, I let him run away. He is a ghost master, and he did not arrest Lu Yiwen, which is the first defeat in my life.

And although the Soul Master and the Ghost Master sound similar, there are also differences.

In ancient times, the Soul Master was a legitimate and famous family, with its own family heritage. The ghost master is a sect that has risen in the path of yin and yang, and the sect is more chaotic than the family members, and the cohesion is not too strong.

Up to now, except for the hidden families that stand quietly, in addition to Buddhism and Taoism, almost all the other sects have disintegrated, and their disciples are also scattered everywhere.

Although Buddhism and Taoism are recognized in modern times, there are fewer and fewer things that have been passed down, and later only the Heart Sutra remains, and there is almost nothing that has practical use.

Since it was the Soul Master family hiding in the White Bone Village, the problem was much easier than dealing with the older old corpse cultivators. Although, even so, we are still not opponents on our own, but it is good news after all.

After the third circle around the high platform, I raised my sword and swung it towards the sculpture.

The blade slashed at the hard sculpture, sparks splattered, and inconspicuous cracks cracked from the neck of the human head sculpture.

"Poof-" and finally the sculpture head rolled into the pool of blood, splashing a few small waves.

The pool of blood was not a very bright liquid in the first place, because it lost the speed of the sculpture to control the flow of the unknown black liquid, and the pool of blood was dyed pure black by the gushing liquid.

At this time, the air inexplicably made people feel a coldness, and the Yin Sword in his hand began to vibrate, and he wanted to get out of my control.

All this happened so fast, I turned my head to look around, and no one suddenly appeared, it was just me and Brother Fengyu.

I'm like a heaven and an underground to Brother Fengyu. His eyelashes were covered with a layer of ice and snow.

At this point, if I thought that the surrounding area was simply lowering the temperature, it would not be stupid to describe it.

The black liquid should be liquefied yin qi, so the soul masters use them to raise ghosts, and now the control sculpture of yin qi has been destroyed, and a large amount of yin qi is leaking, of course the air is cold, and as a yin and underworld, although i can feel it, yin qi is not harmful to me.

I turned around and walked towards Brother Fengyu, trying to get him out of here.

Who knows, as soon as I took a step, the Yin Yin Sword forcibly broke free from my restraints, and followed the fixed gaze, only to see that it rushed towards the blood pool like lightning, drowning in the blood pool.

I didn't understand what was going on, but I felt a chill in my heart.