Meng Xuan felt that he was frozen, he was cold, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to think.

But he still remembered that he had to complete all the ritual steps, and almost instinctively stepped towards the burning purple brahwood fire.

As his legs gradually came into contact with the leaping flames, an extremely warm feeling welled up in his heart.

His frozen body seemed to regain some of its mobility, his brain regained some of its thoughts, and he heard the monster behind him seem to be moaning in more pain and anger.

"During the sacrificial prayer ceremony, the ancient Nelson would cross a burning bonfire hand in hand, believing that the flame would dispel negative messages of evil, darkness, sickness, and death in their bodies, and bring light and good luck to themselves······"

Meng Xuan suddenly remembered "where did he come from" and the ancient customs left over from the Nelson civilization that he had said.

The legend is true······

Meng Xuan suddenly had the feeling of witnessing the legend, and after regaining consciousness, he continued to walk slowly but firmly towards the purple bora wood fire.

The roaring bonfire didn't bring any burning sensation to Meng Xuan, only an extreme feeling of warmth.

The monster on his back went even further, letting out a sharp, twisted roar of rage.

Meng Xuan could see from the reflection of the glass fragment that more black lines were gushing out of the monster's body. A steady stream of attempts poured into his body, and the monster itself was constantly struggling, as if it wanted to move its hands and twist off Meng Xuan's head.

But the complex blood-colored chains formed by the combination of ritual patterns bound him firmly, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move.

As Meng Xuan's legs and part of his body gradually stepped through the flames, the monster's body began to burn violently, stimulating it to let out an inhumane scream.

Trample!

The moment Meng Xuan completely stepped over the fire.

Sail!!

The monster's body was completely ignited, turning into a blazing flame that reflected the entire room.

Click!

It was as if something was shattering, the silent world seemed to be broken, the trance in my mind was rapidly waking up, and the indescribable distortion and weirdness were passing away like a tide.

Everything became real.

Meng Xuan only felt that his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had just been rescued from the brink of suffocation.

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, and he was now feeling very tired, his mind was swollen, and some unknown information was implanted in his consciousness.

The ceremonial pattern on the ground was still bright red, the small pot was poured aside, and the purple Borneo wood pile was still slowly burning, releasing a trace of heat, bringing light and warmth.

Everything that just happened was like an illusion.

But Meng Xuan knew that the terrifying and strange phenomena that had just happened must be more than just hallucinations.

"If I didn't hold on to the last shred of sanity and didn't stick to all the steps of the ritual······"

Meng Xuan didn't dare to imagine the consequences, and at the same time, he completely understood why the Twisted Elixir Ritual required the recipient to have strong and firm willpower.

Against distortion and madness, once you can't keep your sanity, you are likely to go crazy, die, or even become part of a monster, becoming its carrier in the human world.

The path of distortion and assimilation was much more dangerous and mysterious than he had imagined.

"You need to be more careful with the corresponding rituals after that, you must leave the laboratory as soon as possible, find more knowledge about the ancient Nelson civilization, preferably the inheritance of its writing system, and hold off on the translation of the last ritual until you have a deeper understanding of its writing······"

Meng Xuan made a decision in his heart, he was still a little afraid at this time, if he hadn't had an extra mind, he had determined the uncertain part of the ritual steps first, and there was no reckless action, otherwise he would probably have to plant it this time.

Rituals are rigorous, like the most sophisticated instruments and codes, and the slightest mistake in any one link can cause the ritual to fail and cause tragic consequences.

This was Meng Xuan's deep experience after holding two secret medicine ceremonies.

Therefore, he felt that the translation of the last ritual needed to be postponed, and only after making sure that the translation could be complete and error-free could be considered before considering the preparation of the third ritual.

He hurriedly packed up the remaining materials of the Blood Source Ritual, cleaned the ritual traces on the ground, and made a simple trace treatment with sand and surrounding waste, took a large bag of things, rode a small electric car, drove a distance of about two or three kilometers, dug a pit, burned the abandoned ritual materials, and then filled in the soil and buried them, and returned home.

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Saturday at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Meng Xuan didn't go to the library, but put on his big schoolbag early and took the bus to the North District.

Kuroo Budokan

"Coach Meng is early!!"

Seeing Meng Xuan slowly walking into the door, Xiao He and Xiao Wen, the two little girls at the front desk, immediately tensed up and greeted Meng Xuan loudly.

"Isn't there anyone else?"

Meng Xuan glanced at the deserted martial arts hall and asked Xiao He and Xiao Wen.

"No... No, the boss didn't come, and no students came to exercise. ”

Xiaowen stammered a little in response, she always felt that Meng Xuan's eyes looking at them were a little strange and frightening.

"Okay, I'll use the training ground on the second floor, don't come up and disturb me if it's okay."

Meng Xuan retracted his gaze and said softly.

"Okay... Good! ”

Xiao He and Xiao Wen nodded again and again like chickens.

Ignoring the two little girls, Meng Xuan walked up to the training ground on the second floor, and the training ground was empty.

Meng Xuan put down the backpack on his back, entered the locker room to change into a loose martial arts uniform, and went to the equipment rack, took out a ten-kilogram training iron knife, and held it in his hand.

A heavy feeling came, Meng Xuan stood up with a ten-kilogram iron knife in his hand, and made one or two slashing movements, feeling a little strained, and the wound on his left back that had not completely healed was slightly painful, so he had to stop moving.

"The physical fitness is still not good, the ten-kilogram iron knife is very difficult for me now, the knife is better with both hands, and the knife can only be wielded with one hand, and the movements will be deformed."

Meng Xuan probably knew his current physical fitness, although his abnormal sensing ability strengthened his reflexes and intuition very strongly, his body was always weak.

"Now, let's try your newfound abilities······"

Meng Xuan held the knife in one hand, leaned the knife beside him, and closed his eyes.

He focused all his attention, perceiving some unknown message that the ritual had injected into his consciousness.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the bright red blood streaks on the whites of his eyes were like spider webs, which were clearly visible, adding a bit of hideousness.

"Bloodborn!!"