What a ruined scene this is, in addition to horror in the eyes of Yun Ruo and me, there is also disgust, hatred, and strong hatred in our eyes at this time.

Because under this pit of blood, the blood has disappeared without a trace. The sea of blood, which is without blood, has an unexpected scene at this time.

I don't know what tricks Gao Zhanbiao used to get the blood, but what can be confirmed is that there is no blood under the blood pit.

Because we can clearly see the white bones under this pit of blood.

A thick layer, no, several layers!

Several layers of white bones are stacked on top of each other, skulls, torsos, limbs, and even complete skeletons lie underneath, and I don't know how many bones there are, which is daunting.

These white bones prove that I don't know how many people have died here, so Yun Ruo and I feel hatred and hatred at the same time.

It doesn't matter who these people are, why they died here, they shouldn't be.

Life should be respected, not trampled on.

Gao Zhanbiao was standing among the piles of bones at this time, and the clan king was lying on a high platform similar to an altar.

The body of the clan king had been divided, and half of it was originally mixed with Tusang Wulao, but now it had been cut off by the roots, and the entire lower body was black, like charcoal from thunder.

Even the walls of the pit around us were devastated, wide fissures cracking from the ground straight into the path beneath our feet, and then rising along the walls and burrowing into the dirt overhead.

At this time, Gao Zhanbiao was using a peachwood sword to carve something like a sacrificial inscription on the altar around the body of the king, and he carved it very carefully and seriously, as if he was making a great work of art.

His expression was very obsessed, and he had to check each carving for a long time before finally nodding his head with satisfaction, and then moving on to the next carving of the symbol.

Yun Ruo and I just watched him carve around the altar, and the white bones reflected his body, making him even more evil.

Seeing me and Yun Ruo looking at him, he turned his head and waved at us.

Yun Ruo and I glanced at each other, got up at the same time, and slowly left the path, walking down the cracks created by Gao Zhanbiao.

The bones under the pit undoubtedly became a stumbling block for us, and I felt a little uncomfortable walking in this gloomy place. It's cold, it's cold.

I secretly glanced at Yun Ruo and found that Yun Ruo's expression was similar to mine, with a little hesitation and a little anxiety.

Feeling my affection, Yun Ruo leaned on my side for no reason, bringing me a sense of warmth, which made me feel relieved, and followed her slowly groping forward in this white bone.

When Yun Ruo and I supported each other through this journey, the symbol of Gao Zhanbiao had already been drawn.

He clapped his hands and said to the two of us, who were already a little tired, "How's it going?" I'm still happy with my masterpiece, right? ”

His tone sounded strange and unnatural.

I looked at Gao Zhanbiao at this time, and I felt that he was like the old man who was eager to share what he knew with others!

Yes, it's so fanatical, so anxious.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong, and Gao Zhanbiao pointed to the dozen or so marks he carved on the altar and said, "Do you see that? What a great spell it is, it's lost, and in this world, only I can use it. What you will see below is the time to witness the miracle. ”

Gao Zhanbiao said it so mysteriously and seriously, as if there was some great invention, I have also seen this kind of fanaticism, that is, it was found in Ji Luode and Ji Luohao brothers.

Their brother's fanatical dedication to certain studies is something that one can never play.

At this time, Gao Zhanbiao is showing my eyes with this kind of fanaticism, and on the other hand, with a certain obsession and the two feelings of wanting to share with others, this feeling makes me feel very bad, as if I have encountered a neuropathy.

Simply, there was someone by my side to accompany me, and Yun Ruo's finger was stuck in my arm: "He's crazy." ”

Gao Zhanbiao turned his head very keenly: "No, no, no, I'm not crazy, on the contrary, I'm still very sober, I know what I want to do, but you don't know what you want to do, whether you have learned Taoism, witchcraft, even if it is ghost magic, it is all for the service of people."

You just have to watch and watch me create a zào miracle! ”

Gao Zhanbiao said, walked to the altar, and began to chant the incantation.

Predictably, the mantra is complex and long, long.

How long is it? I myself am a cultivator, and I know many charms and incantations, but I have never heard or seen such a long mantra.

Gao Zhanbiao continued to read this way, and after every pause, one of the symbols around the altar would shine with a dazzling light, and Gao Zhanbiao would immediately throw a handful of powdered items that he didn't know what it was and sprinkle it on the body of the clan king lying in the center of the altar.

After the light dissipated, the powder that Gao Zhanbiao had spilled had also disappeared on half of the clan king's body.

Gao Zhanbiao would immediately change directions, continue to chant the lengthy incantation, wait until the light flashed, and then continue to sprinkle the strange powder.

There are twelve symbols, each of which has to be recited once and powdered once.

I suddenly remembered what these symbols of the high occupation mark were, isn't this one to twelve in Persian?

On many watches, this type of writing is used to depict one to twelve o'clock.

I subconsciously thought, what are the twelve numbers in Gao Zhan's plot? Did he want to paint this place as a watch?

Damn, can you stop kidding?

However, Gao Zhanbiao quickly sprinkled all the spells and medicinal powders in the twelve directions. Then he placed seven more oil lamps around the king's body, and then pulled out a turtle and placed it on the king's chest.

Finally, he picked up the peachwood sword again and gestured at the half body of the king.

With his gesture this time, we all saw in anger that in the stomach of the king, a thing about the size of a human head jumped for a while.

What the hell is this thing?

Seeing me looking at him with strange eyes, Gao Zhanbiao had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't guess, this is the clue he left me after a short exchange with my grandfather in the hell ghost tomb."

I searched for places of interest and historic sites through this clue, went through hardships, and lurked in this ghost village for more than a year before I found this suitable carrier. ”R1148