"I ...... How? ”

Like a Parkinson's patient, the dragon spirit twisted his body, curled up his hands and feet, tilted his head to the side, and said with a crooked mouth.

The bald priest didn't look at him, pursed his lips, and said arrogantly: "Do you think you are really amazing, do I want to beg you?" Hmph, I've been talking nonsense with you for a long time, but I'm just waiting for the eggs on your body to hatch. ”

"What eggs? When did it come to me? Although the body is not controlled, the good thing is that the mouthpiece can make a sound, the dragon spirit shouted.

"Even those glowing pearl necklaces, don't you think they look like pearl necklaces? They certainly can't be pearl necklaces. ”

The bald priest chatted casually like a homely person, looked up at the strings of 'pearl necklaces' on his head, and said: "In fact, the eggs laid by their ghost's servants, once they come into contact with humans and beasts, will quickly hatch, and then invade the spine of humans and beasts to control their movements. ”

"We, the people of Darong, used to be trusted servants by the Mole Ghost, and he gave us the ability to control the servants."

"Alas!" She sighed, touched her bald head and said, "But you have to pay a big price." ”

When Long Jing heard what she said, he really felt as if someone had pierced the back of his neck with a needle and injected anesthetic, blocking the transmission of brain signals, and he was very panicked.

"High priest, I'll go and bleed him." The bald man was impatient and said softly.

"No, let me do it." The bald priest pressed his hand on one side of his head again, and his eyes were bulging like bull's eyes glaring at the dragon spirit.

At this time, he saw that the dragon spirit's right hand moved on its own, and he pulled out the stone knife from his waist very incoherently and slowly poked it into his neck.

"Bastard, stop, you want to rebel, don't you?" The dragon spirit scolded his right hand.

His face turned purple, and he tried his best to control this hand, but it was useless, as if his right hand with independent consciousness grasped the stone knife and slowly pushed it up to his throat.

"Poof!" The tip of the blade pierced the skin, blood gushed out, and the stone knife continued to stab deep.

The dragon spirit had no choice, and was about to summon the winged fire snake to come out to attack the bald sacrifice, when the stone knife suddenly stopped.

I listened to the bald priest's voice and said lazily: "I almost forgot, you have the blood of the gods, and you can be of great use at a critical time, so you can't waste it like this." Young people, don't rush to suicide, there will be more fun things later. ”

"But the high priest ...... Belch! The male bald head seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and as soon as he made a sound, he suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Immediately afterwards, there was another cry of pain, and the five cannibals also fell.

"What are you?" The man asked in a panic as he lay on the ground with his bald head.

"There isn't enough blood to start witchcraft, and you need to sacrifice yourselves."

"What? No! The bald man broke down and screamed, and begged again: "Don't, don't, don't!" ”

"Grandmother, I am your only descendant, and our small population of Darong is about to die, you can sacrifice these cannibals, you must not kill me!"

"Poor boy, do you think I want to sacrifice my people?"

The bald priest squatted beside him with a sad expression, gently stroked his face with his hand, and said with tears in his eyes: "There have been too many accidents on this trip, and even the cannibal life that I left as flesh and blood materials in my final plan is not enough, so I have to wronged you in order to take revenge." ”

The male bald man rolled his eyes, glared for a while, and said angrily: "I also have a servant worm in my head, why can you control me?" ”

"Silly boy." The bald priest shook his head and said: "My servant insect is the king worm, the only one in the clan, and the servant worm used by you and others are all descendants of this king worm, how can you resist the king worm?" Don't struggle anymore, Grandmother will let you die without pain. ”

"No !!" The male bald man yelled in anger and despair, and several students also cursed loudly in the most vicious language.

The bald priest shook his head, wiped away his tears, and stood up, regaining his grim expression.

She stood on the side of the 'lotus platform' and covered the side of her head with her hand, and saw a bag bulging from under the palm of her hand until it was the size of an orange.

Then the dragon spirit and all the people who fell to the ground began to crawl towards the altar, and the climbing posture was very strange, as scary as a zombie.

Several of the 'zombies' cursed, crawled to the edge of the altar, reached out and grabbed the edge, pulled up and fell on it, and the upper half of their bodies were lying on the altar.

The inside of the altar is concave and bowl-shaped, and the inside is also covered with a thin layer of 'meat jelly', and there is a small hole the size of a walnut at the bottom, which is blocked by the 'meat jelly'.

"This is the altar of the blood sacrifice to the mole ghosts, release your blood, the summoning ceremony will begin, and the mole ghosts will taste the taste of flesh and blood, and they will appear here."

As the bald sacrificial voice sounded, several controlled people pulled out their stone knives one after another and stabbed them in the neck without hesitation.

"Rub it!" One stab was not enough, everyone stabbed three times.

It's like turning on the faucet, and the blood flows out, and a few sacrifices are gone, throwing the knife and lying on the altar softly, rolling his eyes, and twitching.

"I, I think it's better to poke each other?" The dragon spirit's face turned white, and he forced an uninhibited laugh.

Seeing the bald priest staring at him with a distorted face, his right hand holding the knife was raised again, and he hurriedly explained: "Suicide is not the way for warriors to die, stabbing each other can make their grievances a little less." ”

He looked at the old woman with a bag on her head with sincere eyes, and said in an unusually sincere tone: "At least, you can make your grandson feel that grandmother is true love for him." ”

"Bastard!" The bald old woman's lips trembled, and she screamed frantically, and she was about to do it again.

"Hey, hey, the old man's death won't make you feel better." The dragon smiled heartily in his care.

"Whew!" The bald head sacrifice panted like a cow.

She ordered the dragon spirit's left hand to punch the dragon spirit's mouth, stared at him with hatred, and said, "If you hadn't made trouble, my grandson and people wouldn't have died." Let you be proud for a while, and then let you half-survive and not die! ”

It took a long time for the bald head to calm down, she picked up the last skull with a plant like a 'mung bean sprout', dug out the grass and soil with a stone knife, and threw it into the altar piece by piece.

The soil was red like brown sugar oozing blood, falling into a pool of blood, and the 'sizzling' sound quickly dissolved as bubbles.

The soil soon melted away, and the color of the dissolution was a little brighter than blood, with a faint oily fluorescence, gradually mixing with the blood

"Buzz, woo......" The bald priest threw away the empty skull, closed his eyes and began to chant a mantra.

After a while, the 'bean sprouts' also changed.

The 'mung bean sprouts', which used to be like a side dish on top of a certain food, also came to life and slowly twisted their bodies.

It was as if they had just woken up from hibernation, becoming more and more active, and soon turned into a swarm of white bugs, swimming in pools of blood.