On the outskirts of the western part of the city, a two-storey restaurant looms in the night, and a sign hangs under the eaves that it is closed.

Lao Zhang's liquor shop was open in Fenghuai for many years, until the beginning of the year, a foreigner wanted to buy his shop, Lao Zhang was not happy, but the man gave a lot of silver.

So until today, the liquor store has never opened its doors, and occasionally a few outsiders come in and out, and they don't like to talk, and people speculate that the inside is being renovated.

Behind the house is a small grove of trees, and the underground cellar of the winery is underneath.

Originally, there were only two rooms in the wine cellar, but when business was good, Lao Zhang spent money to dig into five, and at that time, he was afraid of collapse, so he invited the old craftsmen in the county to come.

The newly expanded cellar has two entrances, one in the woods with a path leading through it, and the entrance is more spacious for carrying large vats; One is in the back room of the wine shop, where only one person can accompany him, and it can be supplied and sold in time.

At this time, the entrance hole in the forest was open, and there were constantly godless people with blue fire charms on their foreheads, and their steps were stiff, as if they had plunged into the mouth of a vicious beast.

Inside the wine cellar.

Everyone was gathered in the largest room, and if ordinary people walked in, they would inevitably cover their eyes in astonishment.

It was a strange feeling: the horizon suddenly brightened, but at the same time a layer was cut away. It was as if the light illuminated the darkness and deprived itself of a part of its vision.

It was only when their hands were slowly lowered that they could feel what it was—it was not the bright and soft orange of the oil lamp that dispelled the darkness, but a strange white and blue.

Most people have only seen three colors of light - white daylight, orange firelight, and bright moonlight. But in the middle of the wall was a fourth color, as if from some unknown ghostly realm.

The movement of the flame was also very different from that of a normal flame, it seemed much slower and weaker, giving people a feeling of tranquility, hardness, viscosity and even coldness.

On the wall behind the flames, the huge abstract fire symbol is depicted very standardly, and it is also colored, half black and purple, half red gold, with a solemn and strange sense of ceremony.

In front of the flame was a shelf with a peculiarly shaped rod, like a bronze texture, covered with intricate and dizzy patterns. One end is extremely sharp, as if it had been made for assassination, and the other end is gourd-shaped, which appears to be a container. Perhaps it was an illusion in the strange light, the gourd seemed to breathe and squirm.

There were already seven men standing in the room, six eyes standing in front of the flames, and one in a white robe with a sword at his waist, standing at the entrance.

After some time, a heavy footstep sounded, getting closer, and then the door was pushing.

The smell of blood permeated his nostrils, and the man untied his black robe with one hand and threw it aside, throwing the last sacrifice on the ground, and then took out a porcelain bottle and swallowed a few pills of wound medicine.

His body was covered in blood, a slash wound on his back had soaked through his clothes, several streams of blood had dried up along his left arm, the most serious was his chest and abdomen, where there were two puncture wounds. The bleeding had long since stopped, but they had not yet been carefully bandaged.

For Wu Zaigu, tonight was also quite a busy night.

In fact, the foreshadowing was buried last night, and the fish that suddenly escaped the net for some reason caused the ceremony to go wrong, even though he had made up for it in time, but the second time he asked the "dragon tongue" to click on the backlash will not be alleviated by this.

Fortunately, there is a father and daughter for themselves to have a little fun, otherwise there is nowhere to vent their anger.

In order not to happen again last night, Wu Zaigu had to go there in person tonight.

However, when I arrived at the county office, it was an accident that the magic weapon came just right, who would have expected that the five-vein waste was still the descendant of Xiaoyun Mountain, and the two coincidentally brought some threats to themselves.

He could have calmly retreated and come back after avoiding the edge, but the man's casual and wasteful behavior of worshipping the big faction really angered him, so he didn't dodge or dodge, and slashed him to death with a hard knife.

However, this battle almost wiped out the manpower on his side, so he had to personally go and capture the sacrifices that did not arrive one by one.

Although there were some turbulences, in the end, these seven materials were already here, and when the time came, they could be given the Holy Body to receive the grace of God.

Wu Zaigu glanced at the sluggish faces lined up in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, closed his eyes and let the white-robed man bandage his wounds.

Little by little, time passed.

There was no leak in the cellar, but Wu Zai Gu seemed to have an accurate dial in his heart, and at a certain moment after waiting for a long time, the dial "clicked", and he opened his eyes.

The hour has come.

The next moment, the hilt of the gourd's tip was like fire, and seven dark blue tentacles suddenly appeared, like a strange flower blooming. The tentacles are cone-shaped spikes at the ends, and the inside of those tentacles appears to be rippled with viscous liquid.

The white-robed man who had already stood aside picked up the seven bronze tatrays he had prepared and placed them under the tentacles one by one.

Wu Zaigu changed into a brand-new black robe and a pair of brand-new boots, solemnly and carefully washed his hands, not letting go of any detail, and when he finished cleaning his hands, he took two steps forward and came to the sharp gourd to stand quietly with his eyes closed.

The white-robed man stood solemnly in front of him, holding a booklet in both hands, and began to chant, and a long and deep voice echoed in the small space: "Chasing the ancients of the Heavens, the universe is infinite, and the spirit is chaotic; Panwa shows merit, Xuanhuang begins to divide ......"

The prayers that are almost "magnificent" echo in the room, as if in the solemn temple of ancient times, or on the top of the lofty and majestic Mount Tai, the Son of Heaven led his ministers to report to heaven his achievements in governing the society, in order to prove the orthodoxy of the Mandate of Heaven.

But this is just a dark and damp underground wine cellar in the middle of nowhere, with no emperors and generals, only pale and sickly men, the lingering smell of blood, and the walking corpses of men and women.

"Yang Wei Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Monarch, following the heavens, the divine rule of the Holy Rule; All beings bow their heads, and all souls are ......"

Strange flames as ghostly grace and ice and fire as danger leap through the small space. Accompanied by prayers, the tentacles, like spirits, probe into the bronze cup in turn, and slowly inject the liquid into it.

"The world is gracious, and now it is still raised, Gong Chen's blood, only under the immortal ladder......"

This is a sacrifice, and of course it is a sacrifice, and the sacrifice here is only ......

The seven pairs of godless eyes were filled with frenzy, and they were restless in place, and only the first boy was answered, shuffling towards the small taru.

"Beg the Holy Spirit and do not forsake it, and give a bow......

The boy held Otaru in reverence and hunger.

The man stretched out his neck and chanted: "Shang Fang!" ”

The young man held the otaru in both hands, his expression was unwise and fanatical, and he raised his head and drank the liquid in the cup.

The bronze Otaru rolled to the ground with a "ding", and the boy's arms hung down, motionless.