Hongliang bowed down to worship and did his best to pay respects.

The ram on the main seat and the cozy squinted and looked coldly at the people in the hall, and the second seat was naturally the rather old Gu Ling. About 3,000 attendants.

"Hongliang, I don't want to embarrass you too much. Join us, and the future Blackwater River Clan Witch will definitely have your place. ”

The ram and the cozy voice are vicissitudes, and there is a sense of confidence in the words.

He believed that no one would be able to resist the temptation of the power of the clan witch, and the escort team of dozens of people would enjoy the worship and reverence of ten thousand people. If Hongliang can join his side, the situation will become clearer in a few days.

"Oh, what good will the Ram Clan Witch give me, and how big is it?" Hongliang held his head high, looked directly at the ram and Yu, and at the same time secretly made an observation of Gu Ling.

The ram and the cozy old man are old, how can they not understand the thoughts of this old guy Hongliang. He has always been hovering on the edge of his own family and Zongzheng Qingrong's forces, maintaining absolute neutrality, and he doesn't want to help, but he wants to live in peace. I'm afraid it's hard to force him to make a statement.

"Okay, I see. Then how about you continue to maintain your position and not pull the bias?" Ram and Cozy's expressions changed, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

This is already his bottom limit, if he didn't take into account Gu Ling's attitude, he wouldn't have disdained to follow the temptation of Hongliang at all.

"Ram." An Ruo Taishan, Gu Ling, who was extremely silent, slowly spoke.

"Let's put it under house arrest first, and you should give me a face." Gu Ling opened his mouth and asked.

Ram and Cozy pondered for a moment, waved his hand, and ordered someone to send Hongliang back to his residence and confine.

I should give this old woman a face first, and when the foreign aid in the rainforest arrives, I will clean up the Qingrong of the sect and solve the problem of the inheritance of the patriarch, and you people will slowly clean up one by one.

He chose forbearance in his heart, and he would not tolerate anyone sleeping soundly next to the couch.

Han Mo walked into the hall flutteringly, his steps seemed erratic, and his eyes were cloudy.

Gu Ling grinned lightly, revealing a sinister smile.

She admired her masterpiece with satisfaction, "The effect of the priest's body sacrifice is really good, it is not like ordinary people, and in time, it will definitely be able to go further and reach the peak of the corpse path." ”

Hehehe~

Gu Ling's laughter was like a cold sword, piercing into the throat of the living and piercing into the depths of the heart.

Ram and Yu couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, this old woman didn't care so much about Hongliang before. In the eyes of this sinister woman, only a lifeless corpse can stimulate her soul and bring her bloodthirsty excitement.

The most uncomfortable thing was Hanmo, who was suddenly depressed and had mixed emotions. Among them, there is not only fear and resistance to this old woman, but also infinite resentment.

He will never forget that embarrassing time, endured inhuman torture and sacrifice, and finally became this ghost who is not human or corpse. Although Han Mo felt that the power contained in this shell was even stronger, at the same time, he also understood that he was no longer a human at this time.

……

The moonlight was as cold as water, and the bright moonlight was projected on a white marble altar.

"Hanmo, you're dead, and you'll never feel the heat again."

"You can't breathe!"

"From now on, the moist climate and clean air will no longer be relevant to you."

An ancient savage sound echoed in Han Mo's mind, and the heavy sound waves hit its trance-like consciousness.

Am I really dead, but why can I still hear voices?

Could this be the summoning of the Nine Secluded Underworld, the Sanskrit sound that leads the spiritual consciousness of Huangquan, and the voice of the ghost pawn who guides the wandering souls!

"No, I don't want to die yet, help me, help me." He thought about his family, his young son, and his elderly parents.

The sound is silent, like a predetermined process, and the frequency of communication needs to be controlled at the right time.

"Speak, help me, I don't want to die yet. Ram Clan, my master is a Ram Clan, he must have a way to save me. Hanmo roared reluctantly.

The dark space is still cold and silent, and those who are caught in the infinite darkness and fear are helpless and hesitant.

"If there is a magic to resurrect from the dead, are you ~ willing to endure ~ the cruel ~ sacrifice of the sorcerer?"

Han Mo's stunned vicissitudes of life came again, he was like a person who had fallen into the water, even if it was a life-saving straw, he would hold on tightly and be reluctant to let go.

"I'm willing, I'm willing, as long as it can keep me alive, I must live." Han Mo couldn't perceive the condition of his body, the spirit world was dark and quiet, he felt infinite fear in this space, and his voice was stoic without the slightest hesitation.

Beside the altar outside, Gu Ling looked around at the tiny ants.

"Ram, this is your apprentice's will, he is much more useful when he is dead than when he is alive."

She greedily admired Han Mo's naked ketone body. A perfect muscular curve, years of studying the poison infected by witch Gu, and more importantly, this corpse has refined a powerful soul.

All the conditions were in line with the requirements of the Sacrifice Corpse Curse Seal, and Gu Ling couldn't help but have a look on his face.

"If Han Mo resists, the effect of forcible refining will be much worse."

She sighed silently. People, when they were alive, they didn't think about the beauty of time, they were demanding about life, and they had a lot of thoughts. When he died, he felt that he had not lived enough in this life, and even if he changed his life form, he was still willing to survive the world.

"If a dead man is useful, you might as well turn him into a dead man, just an ant, but it's a pity."

The ram and the cocoon looked disdainful, the corners of their mouths turned and walked down the altar. He is a person who wants to do great things, his heart is as early as a rock without transferring, cold as a snake and scorpion, just an apprentice.

That night, Gu Ling cooperated with the ram and Yu to perform a good scene, and Hanmo faded out of the field of vision of the Heishui River Miao people.

Hanmo always thought that he was burned to death in the strange blue fire light that night, but in fact, all this had long been in the calculations of the ram and Yu, he just didn't expect that his master was so scheming, and even he was just a pawn at the mercy of others.

"Kid! Next, you may be in a little pain, but you must hold back, and everything will be fine after getting through it. Gu Ling comforted the corpse familiarly, and in her opinion, the person on the altar was already a corpse.

In Hanmo's world, there has been a silence since that hint.

Ram Yu trembled tremblingly, Han Mo lay on the white marble altar without a strand of it, and all kinds of surgical instruments and medicines were neatly stacked next to the corpse.

The shivering scene brought a strong psychological shock to Ram Yu, and he almost ran away.

"Be calm, wipe him with alcohol first, and disinfect his whole body." Gu Ling's face did not change, and he confessed coldly.