Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

On the dark red desk, many colors have faded and are neatly placed on both sides. There are traces of ropes and sharp objects piercing the desk. Discolored and unrecognizable rune paper.

Zhao Bohan has seen more than a dozen pictures in a row, Zhang Zhang is like this.

He frowned. The sacrificial method here is different from locking the sacrificial offerings in iron boxes in ancient books. It seems that sharp objects are used to penetrate the sacrificial offerings' limbs.

It seems that this ritual has to be quite painful for the sacrifice.

And here is the "sacred place" where all items used in sacrifices are stored, and no one else or villagers are allowed to enter.

The mystery of the cave temporarily occupied his mind, calming the rage in his heart, replaced by calmness and caution.If the cupboards are dense and depressing, the dark red table is enough to break Zhao Bohan on the move. If he is a stupid person, he will go all the way to the end. If he doesn’t want to ask, his IQ is too high, and he has more and more questions when he walks in the middle .Looking back several times in succession, I always see Xuanhong's desk of the same size, and I can't recognize the direction.

Are you in hell?Where will this path of sacrificial objects lead to?

Now he is not sure. After much deliberation, there are only two places. One is that he has successfully reached the center of the village, and the other is the place where the ceremony was held.

After walking for nearly half an hour, he came to the end of the desk road, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. The torch on the stone wall was automatically lit again, reflecting the stone carvings on the top of the cave. Apart from the dense runes, the most obvious is "Floating Prison" has two big characters!

He has seen these two words in ancient books.

In the Book of Requieming Souls, in order to prevent the sacrifice from being restrained by the troubles of this world, the eyes must be gouged out in the floating prison, and by the act of taking away the light, the sacrifice will lose the longing for the world.

But the rest is missing.The Book of Soul Requiem is incomplete. Apart from locking the sacrifice in the iron box, there should be another method of offering sacrifices, the purpose of which is unknown.

"Help..." came a faint voice from inside the cave, it sounded like a woman.

Zhao Bohan took three steps at a time and broke into the hole. A strong stench came into his nostrils. There were iron cages in which there were wounded female corpses locked. The voice seemed to come from the middle.

His wide eyes searched among the corpses.

Suddenly, a body swayed in the iron cage in the southwest corner, "I'll save you."

With a bang, the torch above his head was ignited again. The body was wearing a long white Hanfu skirt, and his long hair was loose. He immediately turned his head and grabbed the iron cage with both hands, "Get me out!"

Seeing her graceful figure, Zhao Bohan gasped when he saw her face again.

She has a typical melon-seed face of a beauty, with delicate skin, but her eyes have been gouged out, and two blood-soaked hemp ropes are crossed between them, and the left and right sides are tied to the back of her head.Charms were hung at the knots of the rope, and even the limbs and wrists of the body were affixed with charms.

He squatted down in horror and took a closer look. Her eye sockets were seriously rotted and suppurated, and even her neck had corpse spots. Of course, they were just very similar, not real corpse spots. Many, already have the cause of infection.

"How long have you been here? Who tortured you?"

"Return to one person, and you will have the power of God..." the girl bowed her head, as if she hadn't lost her mind, which shows that this girl's character will be very stubborn and tenacious.

"To restore a person, will there always be the power of gods?" Zhao Bohan repeated again. Whenever there is a sacrifice, there must be an object of worship. The sacrifice has only one function, serving some kind of god or ghost.

Perhaps the group of people led by the old man Qin did not hope to find a way to live forever through sacrifices, but were eager to obtain divine power.

"The people here...are crazy...they want me..." Just as Zhao Bohan tried to open the cage, the girl's voice became softer and her body leaned against the cage, gradually He stopped breathing.