Flesh and blood......

Qin Ming's tall figure receded suddenly, turning into a white shadow.

Snow-white skin, proud and graceful posture strolling forward, white and red dress in a blink of an eye, especially beautiful.

At this time, she was still holding a glass cup in her hand, and the withered yellow human head and broken body looked particularly charming and poignant in the dark red glass cup.

The red line tower bridge is picturesque.

White fingers jade Qianqian, eyes hidden starlight.

"It's a pity that you still planted it in my hands, hide!"

Red silk flower skirt, long snow-white hair, pretty face crooked and smiling, the person who came was the dark girl, I saw her stretch out her jade hand and pick up the bloody and yellowed human head on the ground.

"Bad man, you're so tempting!"

The white jade fingers of the ghost goddess were stained with a little dark red blood, slowly brushing the withered yellow skin of the human head, and the smile on her face became sweeter and warmer.

Mu Chuan squinted at Zhu Yao on the side, and then quickly opened his legs, his heart was full of excitement, and the saliva in his mouth was churning back and forth in his mouth.

All of a sudden, he slammed Zhu Yao's body under him, and the glint in his eyes showed greed.

He stretched out his grotesque fingers, sharp nails piercing its skin and tearing a piece of flesh from it.

Just now, Makikawa's human-like head cracked open, followed by a pointed monster, its face seemed to be wrapped in cyan snakeskin, its dark eyes were full of flickering fire, and its face was surrounded by large and small fangs.

It opened its blue skin, and under the tusks, it soaked in the delicious, blood-drenched flesh.

"Meijiao, don't look at it, it's not good to wait for him to come back to life!" Makikawa stole a piece of flesh and reminded her side.

As he spoke, he also used his sharp claws to cut through the two waists of Zhu Yao's remnant body, took out the kidneys inside, and handed them to her with a flattering face.

"Come on, you can taste it too, this feeling is really, absolutely!"

The ghost lady glanced at the kidneys handed by Mu Chuan, and there was a sense of longing in her heart, but she still forcibly suppressed her restless heart and motioned for Mu Chuan to put it aside.

"What's the hurry, I want to see him more......"

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, but he's too dangerous, I'm afraid he'll hurt you!" Makikawa leaned closer to her and said with a flattering face.

"Don't get too close to me, I'm afraid he will misunderstand~"

White hair is silver and shiny, with a pretty face with pear blossoms, willow leaves and small eyebrows, a pink mouth, and a little red between the lips, dyed on the heads of withered yellow people.

This move made Makikawa on the side extremely excited, and the vigorous and passionate emotions stirred all over his body, and it seemed that every movement was beautiful in his pupils.

But the moment of solitude between the two was mostly short-lived, and the withered yellow head suddenly twitched, which made Mu Chuan's heart tighten, and he immediately snatched the withered yellow head from the hand of the underworld, and immediately shouted:

"Yan Chu, we can't delay it any longer!"

The ghost goddess watched the flesh and blood of the human head continue to fill, and her heart was a little more nervous, and she immediately grabbed it with her five fingers.

'Bang! ' sounded, and the head was instantly blown up!

"Makikawa, hurry up and prepare the costumes and gather the personnel!" The phantom in red was fluttering, like a fairy dream, his sleeves were gently brushed, and his tone was calm and solemn, "The sacrifice can begin!" ”

Makikawa retreated his legs and disappeared from the sight of the ghost goddess in an instant.

With a wave of her hand, a huge suction force came out of her palm, sucking Zhu Yao, who had turned into pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, to her side.

After confirming that Makikawa is gone, she finally can't suppress the madness in her heart!

The eyes were scarlet, the jade fingers turned into sharp claws, and the glass cup broke instantly, and the claws pierced the pieces of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.

She was like a beast, in no man's land, no longer need to be reserved, squatting down, violently tearing off her beautiful red dress, revealing a snow-white beauty, her claws kept turning, and she kept eating this wonderful 'food' greedily!

In a moment, she finally stopped enjoying her meal, she sorted her clothes, and in the blink of an eye, the location changed in an instant, and she was already in a desolate valley, surrounded by dense woods.

It seems that preparations had begun several days in advance, and the altar was erected in an open field at the bottom of the valley, covered with white silk cloth and surrounded by hundreds of candles.

It is known as the mountain fire ben, which is the main gen, which is the image of restricting the punishment and prison, and is the law of breaking the prison.

A bloated figure dressed in a feather coat and wearing a bird mask suddenly appeared in the sight of the Dead Lady.

He stepped forward slowly, humbly and politely, and bent down and stretched out his hand to guide her forward:

"Mother, please!"

The Lady nodded slightly, holding the human head in her hand, but the human head was no longer as yellow and bloodless as before, and the skin was as smooth and white as a newborn baby.

I saw that she had placed the baby-like head on the white cloth of the altar.

The runes on the white cloth circulate, and the position of the candle changes instantly, according to its hexagram, it can be approximately touched as: the ninth day of the first month, the sixth second, the ninth three, the sixth fourth, the sixth five, and the upper nine.

The hexagram spirit shows its color.

Blinded by darkness, one by one, people appeared, holding bronze mirrors, bells, and intricately carved wooden artefacts, slowly moving in a long line towards the altar.

First, nine skilled priests, each representing a ghost, enter the center of the altar and stand in the same position as their hexagram.

They were dressed in black robes, and their faces were hidden behind black veils.

'Knock knock! 'There is a muffled sound of drums!'

This is where the ritual begins, when the nine priests dance with swords in their hands, drawing beautiful and mysterious curves.

Their figures loom in the candlelight, as if a mysterious connection has been established with the ghosts and gods. At this time, the crowd began to recite prayers and pray respectfully to the nine ghosts.

An ancient mantra that calls on the existence of ghosts and gods.

As the incantation was chanted, the air in the center of the altar gradually froze, and a mysterious power diffused. One can't help but feel a ripple in the heart, as if there is an invisible communication with the gods.

At the climax of the ceremony, the priests arrange the bronze mirrors and bells in their hands into specific shapes, and the bronze mirrors reflect a mysterious light, and the bells make melodious sounds.

At this moment, it is said that the images of the nine ghosts and gods will appear in the mirror and communicate with the participants. People listened to the will of the spirits and prayed for their blessings and guidance.

There is no calamity.

Solo ...... in the Night

In the ears of the nine priests, there were constantly whispers of ghosts and gods, and the murmurs were so complex that no one else knew what they meant, but their faces changed from surprise to horror, and their expressions were extremely complicated.

The bodies of the nine priests were entwined with pitch-black, twisted figures, flowing like surging water.

“…… Woo."

Speechless, they seemed to feel their throats stuck, and they could only struggle to let out a mournful whining......

They clutched their throats and made exaggerated movements, which seemed to others to be psychic, and they were 'sacrificed' in pairs of eyes!

What is a sacrifice roughly means to sacrifice a human being.

Everyone didn't dare to speak, so they had to lower their heads, their bodies trembling, for fear of committing ghosts and gods.

They think that it is good if they don't care about it, and it is good if others sacrifice, but that is only a futile comfort in their own hearts......

The ghost image crawled towards the crowd like water, but they still didn't dare to move, and they were still so passive...... Until it is eaten up a little bit, decomposed a little bit, and dies a little bit!

Struggle, pain, lust, explode at the same moment!

At the same time.

One place......

Surrounded by darkness, like a pearl in the night, a solemn altar was erected, covered with rich white silk cloth and embroidered with beautiful runes. And in this solemn place, around the altar is a group of crazy humans!

They are singing the praises of the human heads on the white cloth, they are welcoming the arrival of ghosts and gods, they are struggling painfully, and their bodies are twisted in strange shapes!

The baby-like human head was also constantly filled with flesh and blood at this moment, and the nine ghosts and gods also took advantage of this opportunity to burrow into his flesh and blood and become a part of him.

The body fed by the essence of the surrounding heaven and earth is condensed here, his whole body is as immature as a baby, his slender body is more robust than before, his muscles are clearly defined, his long hair is draped down his shoulders, and his face is carved with sharp edges and corners!

What is also different from before is that there are nine more dark black runes on the corners of the mouth, back, chest and arms.

At this time, the man wearing the bird mask and the feather coat looked excited, and fell to the ground and kept kneeling to the slender figure.

He didn't want to spare the others, he guided the spirit and devoured all the people who were left on the altar!

A demonic man, one step at a time, with a slender human form revealing a beastly bloodthirstiness.

In the distance, in a small clearing, surrounded by colorless and lightless.

"Yan Chu, the ceremony is over, it's time for us to put him back!" Makikawa said softly to the ghost goddess.

The ghost lady stood up and slowly nodded after staring deeply at the slender demon figure.

A scarlet dress dances lightly on the pure white body, and the sight is full of wonderful feelings.

I don't know if she misses him or is obsessed with his body.

At this time, he seemed to sense something, and he also looked over, and looked at each other.

Her jade fingers kept wandering around her mouth, and her heart was also restless.

The jade white man on the altar flashed his eyes, and immediately pressed down, his heels were cocked, and his toes came out violently, and his body was like a little meteor shooting out!

Suddenly, a big hand smashed into the ghost goddess at once, his eyes flashed with cold killing intent, and before he opened his mouth, a heavy voice came out:

"Even if you dare to touch me, you are really looking for death!"

Between the words, his eyes did not move, and with a wave of his other hand, Muchuan on the side instantly exploded in place! The flesh is not there, only the blood mist is scattered in the air!

After that, he directly tore off the red dress of the ghost goddess domineeringly, and the white beauty was particularly pitiful, he opened his mouth without hesitation, and his fangs were stained with blood......