I just want to be a quiet man

In the incense burner not far away, a stick of incense was lit, and it had burned to the last length.

"boom!"

The door closed automatically without wind.

Xiao Shou then turned his head, glanced at Pei Ling, and then said lightly: "The Faceless Immortal, with boundless magic power, protects my Xiao family, and the blessings are endless."

"Tonight is the time for me, Mrs. Xiao, to offer sacrifices to the Faceless Immortal."

"This is also the last sacrifice."

"After this sacrifice, my Xiao family's wish will be fulfilled immediately!"

Xiao's wish...

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned. He already knew the general reason why the Xiao family offered sacrifices to the Faceless Immortal from the maidservant's memory, but he still didn't know anything about the specific wish of the Xiao family.

However, in the current situation, he can't ask directly.

After all, if the real Xiao Zheng is here, it is impossible not to know about this kind of problem.

When his thoughts turned, he glanced at the pink bride and "Yu", seeing that neither of them responded, he also chose to remain silent.

Xiao Shou continued: "For the next sacrifice, Meng'er will be the first, Xiang'e will be the second, and Zheng'er will be the third."

"Okay, come up with me."

"Worship the Faceless Immortal!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Shou lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down facing the bead curtain.

"Yu" didn't hesitate at all, and immediately landed on his knees, bowing to the person behind the bead curtain.

So is the Pink Bride.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling followed carefully.

The four knelt down on the ground, and the entire ancestral hall soon fell into silence.

On the confession case, the beads of the bead curtain exude a soft and lustrous luster, reflecting each other with the palace lanterns, giving a sense of grotesqueness to the eye.

The stick of incense in the incense burner was burning quietly, and after a while, the last piece of incense ash fell.

Incense burns out.

At the same time, the entire ancestral hall suddenly darkened abruptly.

The sky light at dusk has completely ended, and the night has come!

The bead curtain above the confession case slowly opened, revealing a faceless statue of a god.

It seemed to be a commoner man, with straw shoes on his feet, sitting with his sleeves folded, his face was empty, and there was nothing.

As his figure was revealed, the ancestral hall was full of Yin Qi, and it was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant!

Pei Ling's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately looked up at the statue, but saw that this statue was exactly the same as the one he had met on Tianwai Island back then.

A strong palpitation seized his entire body in an instant.

An uncontrollable feeling of fright and palpitations hit like a tide, as if in the dark, some great horror and disaster is about to come!

This is the statue of "curse"!

Pei Ling was shocked.

At this time, Xiao Shou ordered in a deep voice: "Shangxiang!"

After saying that, he stood up from the ground, walked to a small table hidden behind Zhu Zhu, took the incense, turned around and went forward to burn incense on the statue.

The brown incense was inserted into the censer in front of the statue, and the blue smoke curled up. When it floated towards the statue, a line of small characters formed by the smoke clearly appeared in the void above the stick of incense: "Xiao Shou."

Chapter 78: The Altar.

Xiao Shou immediately retracted his sleeves and backed away. After standing back on the spot, he turned his head and looked at "Yu".

After "Yu" noticed his gaze, he also stood up, went to the small table to get incense, lit it, and followed Xiao Shou's exact steps to burn incense on the statue of "Curse".

The next one is the pink bride.

Soon, three sticks of incense were inserted into the tripod-shaped incense burner, and a name appeared above each stick of incense.

"Xiao Shou", "Xiao Meng", "Xiao Xiang'e".

When the green smoke curled up, the three of them looked at Pei Ling together.

Following the example of the three of them, Pei Ling got up and went to the small table to get incense and pay homage to the statue of "Curse".

While the smoke was lingering, the word "Xiao Zheng" also appeared above the stick of incense.

Inserting four sticks of incense, the breath and smoke of the incense burns immediately.

Soon, an ancient altar slowly emerged from the void.

The moment his eyes touched the altar, Pei Ling's expression suddenly turned ferocious!In his mind, another consciousness gradually emerged, and this consciousness became stronger and stronger!

He immediately knew that something was wrong, quickly took out the mask from his arms, and put it on his face.

The feeling of coldness rushed to the face, directly penetrated the bone marrow, and spread throughout the whole body in an instant. Pei Ling couldn't help but let out a violent cough: "cough cough cough cough..."

After finally stopping the coughing, a strange memory appeared in front of him...

With a sharp knife in his hand, he sliced ​​open the skin of a maidservant bit by bit, skinned them one by one, cramped them, gouged out their eyes, cut off their tongues, broken their legs, crushed their heads... as if they were handling live pigs, carefully cut them up, and piled them up on the altar.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Master, I beg you...forgive me..."

"Xiao Zheng!!! You must die! You must die!"

"The entire Xiao family will suffer a terrible death... Even if the maidservant can't be reborn forever, I will curse you Xiao family..."

"To be so insane, and to dream of immortality, the heavens have no eyes at all... The Xiao family must perish! Xiao Zheng, you bastard..."

Xiao Zheng's face was splashed with countless blood stains, dripping slowly along his fair face, his expression was calm, no matter how these maids screamed, begged for mercy, and cursed, he didn't waver in the slightest, he just said calmly: "Can you It is the supreme honor of these lowly maidservants like you to use it for my Xiao Clan and sacrifice it to the Faceless Immortal."

"I don't know how to be grateful, but instead speak wild words."

"Damn!"

Before the words fell, the sharp blade swung out, and a wriggling piece of meat, accompanied by a shrill scream, was cut off and placed in a pool of blood that was also a piece of meat.

... Just as Pei Ling fell into endless memories, "Yu"'s expression also began to struggle.

At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, his eyes were gradually blurred, and he could no longer tell who he was!

At this time, Xiao Shou said solemnly: "The sacrifice begins!"

Hearing this, "Yu" was still struggling in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all. He immediately carried the restrained guards and walked towards the altar.

As soon as he took a step, "Yu" felt it, and with strong perseverance, he regained control of his body and stopped.

His movements were extremely stiff, as if the whole person had suddenly turned into a puppet, he turned his head little by little, looked at the pink bride, and moved his lips with difficulty: "Kill me!"

The pink bride glanced at him, and replied flatly: "No."

"Yu" frowned, but before he could think about it, Xiao Shou had already opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice: "Meng'er, don't be distracted during the sacrifice!"

"Quickly step forward to offer sacrifices."

"Don't neglect the Faceless Immortal!"

Hearing these words, "Yu" became confused again. He suddenly felt that he was not "Yu", but Xiao Meng!

The next moment, "Yu" stopped staying and walked towards the altar step by step.

Soon, he walked to the altar, stopped moving again, and no longer made any moves.

Xiao Shou said again: "Meng'er, why don't you sacrifice quickly?"

"My Xiao family's wish for many years is today!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Sacrifice immediately, without delay!"

"Yu" stood motionless, but still didn't respond.

Xiao Shou's complexion suddenly became extremely dignified. He immediately put his hands into his sleeves, took out the paper money he had prepared in advance, and threw them towards "Yu" one by one.

Paper money fluttered one after another, like fallen leaves in the garden, sprinkled "Yu" all over his body like a shower, "Yu" suddenly felt drowsy, and the consciousness of going all out to maintain it gradually became blurred.

But soon, he braced himself to resist the erosion that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Shou quickly took out a talisman with a mysterious blood pattern, stepped forward and stuck it on "Yu".

"Yu" suddenly froze.

Xiao Shou clasped his hands in a strange posture, his lips moved quickly, and prayed in a low voice.

As he chanted indistinctly, "Yu"'s complexion suddenly struggled violently. If he was still in his peak state, such a meager talisman would not have the slightest effect on him!

But now, "Yu"'s fate is being devoured, and even figuring out who he is is very difficult for him!

Soon, "Yu" raised his hand a little bit stiffly, and threw the guard in his hand onto the altar.

The icy altar was like ice for thousands of years, and the guard who had been in a coma suddenly woke up.

After realizing that the environment he was in was abnormal, the guard immediately wanted to get up, but he soon discovered that he couldn't move his hands and feet at all.

The guard twisted his neck, looked around, and asked in surprise, "Master, what's going on?"

"Yu" standing in front of him didn't answer, and his expression kept twisting and changing. At this moment, he couldn't hear the sound of the outside world at all.

After a while, "Yu" slowly took out a sharp dagger and stretched it out little by little.

Sen Leng's blade reflected the guard's horrified expression and the confusion in his eyes.

Suddenly, "Yu" reversed the sharp blade and stabbed towards his neck!

However, the moment the blade touched his skin, "Yu" suddenly stopped again, then changed his target, aimed at the guard, and stabbed slowly...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The shrill screams continued to resound.

The movement of the sharp knife entering the body, the splashing of blood, and the smell of fishy sweetness filled the room...

Time passed slowly, and the breath of "depression" gradually strengthened.

He first recovered from the qi training stage to the foundation building stage, and then from the foundation building stage, he recovered to the alchemy state.

At first, "Yu" looked like he was still struggling, but as the sacrifice progressed, his movements became faster and his expression became calmer.

In the end, "Yu"'s face was stained with blood, and red and white things kept dripping from his chin, but he was calm and had completely recovered his composure.

However, on his face, the constant melancholy look has disappeared.

Chapter 79: Ritual aborted.

At this moment, on the altar, the guard's body was still twitching. He was still alive, but his mouth was covered in blood, but he couldn't make any sound.

On his face, blood was flowing, and all the facial features had been removed.

"Yu" put away the dagger, stepped back slowly, and then bowed down and kowtowed very devoutly to the statue of "curse".

The bead curtains were rolled up high, the statues in the shrine were silent, and the yin energy in the entire ancestral hall became more intense and bitterly cold.

The painting on the wall, which looks like a fairy house, is also covered with a layer of dark tones.

The altar, which was criss-crossed with all kinds of chopping and chiseling marks, gradually oozes a layer of black blood stains.

The originally solid stone surface suddenly looked like a swamp.

The guards began to sink into the altar.

He struggled desperately, his face twisted ferociously, and he uttered the most vicious curse towards the Xiao family in his heart.

The black air was transpiring, like clouds and fog. At this moment, the curse and hatred of the guards, as if real, emerged continuously along the face that had lost all five senses.

These curses and hatreds steamed and rolled above the altar, and slowly condensed into a smooth mirror-like mask without facial features, as if cast from iron, which looked cold and weird.

The moment the mask was formed, there was a gurgling sound in the black blood, and the guard sank completely into the altar.

In the blink of an eye, the altar returned to its original state, and the swamp-like black blood quietly dispersed as if it were just an illusion.