"Uh-uh-uh...... It doesn't seem like it's done...... Uh-huh......"

The retching old Quincy took two steps back, away from the square table adorned with human parts, which was covered with dark brown patches that seemed to be deliberately stained red with blood.

Lyist turned his head to look, but found that Heidi was right, the bone cutlery and lampstand on the table did not seem to have been carefully polished, and some of the foot bones were even placed as knives and forks next to the bowl where the skull was grinding.

Looking at the other objects and decorations, each blasphemous object has some flaws that are more or less difficult to ignore, and even the placement of the items reveals a sense of urgency to 'rush the work'.

Unlike the Hedi, who vomited, Lyster only frowned in such an environment, and the solemn Lyist walked around from beginning to end, and did not find anything of value.

However, a gray skeleton carrying a bone flute on the circular platform directly in front of it made Lyst a little concerned, and judging from the way the skeleton was standing, it seemed that the skeleton was playing with the bone flute before his death.

Calling Moseley, Lyist asked.

"Does your energy crystal react?"

"Judging from the flash frequency of the energy crystal, I'm afraid that something related to the crystal is here......"

While the two were talking, the old Quincy who was slumped on the ground, and whose body was extremely weak, only felt that the woman's complaining cry in his ears was getting louder and louder, almost close to his ear, and there was nowhere to hide, but in a trance, he found that the chaotic voice coming from his side disappeared in an instant, and his blank gaze swept over the surrounding environment, and the old Quincy's eyes shrank.

He came to the unfinished place of desecration.

I don't know when, hundreds of faces appeared around me, everyone in a hurry, holding knives or some sharp nails, and placing some very normal decorations everywhere.

This remained until a man with a crimson gem walked in, and in an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing, turned their bodies like a stiff puppeteer, and watched the man walk up to the circular platform.

Wanting to see that person's face clearly, old Quincy found that his actions were in vain, the face that seemed to cry and not cry and laugh appeared in front of him in the most terrifying form like a dream demon, and what he saw was always a grimace, and that grimace was still watching him, becoming more and more terrifying.

Old Quincy, whose heart was on the verge of stagnation, finally gave up the idea of looking directly into the eyes, and briefly moved his gaze to the chest of Grimace.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he just feels that the grimace's chest is a little swollen, like a woman's chest.

Everything in front of him was indescribably weird, and the immobile old Quincy could only control his own perspective, witnessing the horrors of the past from the perspective of a bystander.

Immediately after, the woman moved.

Under the horrified gaze of old Quincy, the fist-sized gem was swallowed into the mouth of the woman who had torn open her mouth, stuck in the throat, blood flowed from the lips and the broken throat, the woman's mouth seemed to be speaking, and after a while, the woman reached into her throat and took out a bone flute about 13 centimeters long, and the high bulging throat also calmed down.

Old Quincy didn't know if the bone flute was a bone in a woman's body, he just had a premonition that the most terrifying thing was coming.

An eerie flute sound appeared in my ears.

Sure enough, as the woman on the high platform began to play the bone flute, the still picture under the stage also began to flow, and terrifying scenes appeared everywhere, and when she glanced at it with disgust and fear, old Quincy only felt a chill all over her body, and her heart beat faster.

Most of the dark ornaments and utensils were made up of hundreds of living people present, some self-cutting, some for pleasure, like sacrifices, and everyone was trying to be the most eye-catching and perfect one in the feast, but unfortunately there were very few who could sew themselves perfectly into the ornaments and melt them into the darkness, and most of them came to an abrupt end when they were about to be finished, and were forced into their own works of art by another person.

The dark creative activity of human body and flesh continued for three days and three nights under the sound of the flute, and old Quincy was already numb.

In the second half of the time, in the empty sight of old Quincy, the living people who were active in the place had turned into dozens of white skeletons that had not been regarded as materials and had been shaved off flesh and blood, dancing gracefully to the sound of the flute, and the steps of the skeletons were slowly approaching the players on the high platform.

The clothes were cut by the sharp blade, and the old Quincy saw the soft flesh of the white flower through the bleeding eyes, confirming that the player was a plump and beautiful woman, regardless of lust, and the old Quincy only felt that such a body was not perfect and needed some more perfect processing.

Any flesh and blood is superfluous.

The sound of blowing did not stop, but the flesh was slowly peeled off in the sharp weapon, and the player let out a woman's painful wail, and the almost stagnant thinking ability made old Quincy not quite understand why a woman could still make painful sounds during the blowing.

No, it should be, why can't there be a more painful cry, the knife piercing the bone marrow is not strong enough......

How can a cry that has not been filled with despair be worthy of this beautiful feast of darkness?

Finally, the player became the same skeleton as everyone else in the duet of flutes and wails, as if something mysterious had happened, with the player's flesh and blood as the core, with the bodies of dozens of skeletons as symbolic sacrifices, a magic array with crimson as the main color and engraved with an unknown language appeared on the circular platform where the player stood.

The white bones were arranged in different positions, forming all kinds of evil forms of hell writing, and after being connected by the flowing flesh and blood like life, a blinding light erupted, and a vicious voice came from the light, and the old Quincy heard the maniacal laughter.

“Ah sonama Ya sofina！ Kolesafv！ ”

Bleeding old Quincy read out the words of hell that he could read, but the voice belonged to a woman.

When he opened his eyes, he wanted to cry, but she knew that she still had something to do.

“La siaoviyas！”

"Old Quincy, what are you mad about??"

Finally suppressing the nausea, Kozmo looked at the old Quincy who spoke an unknown language with a puzzled expression.

The mere hearing of this language made him feel severely unwell and dizzy.

The elderly Heidi didn't pay any attention to Kozmo's meaning, and walked straight to the skeleton on the high platform.

"Old Quincy?? You...... What's wrong?"

Lyist was attracted by Kozmo's voice, and at a glance he saw the old Quincy who was about to climb the high platform, but he had no intention of stopping it at all.

The exploration of the ruins had come to an end, and the only place of possible value other than the food growing area was here, and he naturally would not stop the impending mutation.

"The show is about to begin, sure enough, the key point is that the skeleton and the skeleton's bone flute, it was the right decision not to let Xia and Yin Fulin come over, the evil power here is definitely related to the evil land!"