"Alright. It's all solved. Your turn. Brat. ”

Huang Bingfeng looked at the Great Elder who had already entered the state of being stunned as a 'chicken', so he ignored him, but looked at the masked boy again.

The masked boy did not speak. It's as if you've seen the results.

Huang Bingfeng supported her arm with one hand, as if asking.

"You're a dragon. even made a sacrifice to the gods, don't you think it's a bit of a loss? Huang Bingfeng's blue eyes were full of questioning.

That's right, she was going to ask, because she didn't understand.

Obviously, it is impossible for a dragon wizard who has the most contact with the outside world in the nine days but has the most powerful ability to be a sacrifice of the god race.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't answer or not.

Because he was a sacrifice of the gods, no matter who it is, it doesn't matter what race you are. As long as she has a relationship with the Protoss, she has to be properly 'killed'.

“…………………”

The masked boy was still silent, as if he didn't want to say anything more or do more.

"If you're silent, let me see what the dragon sacrifice of the Protoss looks like."

Huang Bingfeng stretched out her hand. I put my hand on the top of the mask and easily picked it off.

But. As the boy's mask landed, Huang Bingfeng also saw the boy's face completely. The color of her face changed. A look of surprise.

"You. Why cry? ”

Huang Bingfeng looked at the face of the handsome young man.

But. He cried. There was no sound to cry, and no one cared.

Whereas. His tears were red. It's as if there is some great grievance that cannot be told.

“………………”

The boy still didn't speak, as if the dry 'lips' were lifeless. Even those eyelids were about to close.

Although not a little injured. But it's worse than the elders on earth. It's as if the vitality is about to run out.

"How so?"

Huang Bingfeng had just felt a powerful spiritual reaction on this masked young man's body, how could it disappear when she unmasked her.

Come to think of it. She doesn't care about anything. The power of the dead was used to bind the already floating soul of the masked boy to ensure that he would not die in a short time.

Immediately, Huang Bingfeng picked up the very strange mask on the ground. The front of the mask is just some very strange 'flower' patterns.

However, turning over the other side, Huang Bingfeng sighed softly, what she saw, the back of the mask. That is, the side that the boy's face has always faced. There was an animal 'sex' witchcraft.

It was a red 'colored' spider that covered the entire mask, but unlike normal spiders, it had a thin tube at the corner of its mouth, like a mosquito.

If it weren't for Huang Bingfeng's strong observation, she probably wouldn't have been able to see it.

She looked at the young man who was struggling to breathe with her strength.

As she expected. The young man's white forehead had an almost invisible needle eye.

This. It further proves Huang Bingfeng's conjecture at the beginning, this witchcraft is one of the eighteen forbidden arts of ancient times. The old man told himself.