Meng Shuai didn't react at first, but then he seemed to have grasped what "that thing" means.

A chill rose from the spine and cooled to the neck, like a cold wind penetrated into the collar, Meng Shuai turned around inch by inch and looked in that direction.

In that direction, he actually saw nothing, but he could feel something there.

That feeling was a bit like his feeling when he stood under the mountain wall where the stone dragon was locked, and it was hard to describe the mountain. A shock that seemed to be panic rose from the bottom of his heart and occupied his mind.

"Run quickly-" he squeezed out a few words.

Then, he raised his voice and shouted, "Qingluan, what are you doing? Why don't you run away?" He was ready to run away, but he didn't apply oil to his feet immediately because there were others here.

Although Qingluan has nothing to do with that person, he has a peer who is here and lets others leave first when encountering danger. He has almost become his habit of breaking his back. It is a subconscious behavior and has nothing to do with the object.

At this time, someone said, "I can't leave anymore, the sacrifice has begun."

The voice was dull and a little gloomy. Meng Shuai almost believed that it was the priest's voice and shouted: "Shut up—"

But then, he felt something was wrong. The priest was injured by his own hands. It would be great if there was a glimmer of hope. How could he speak so clearly?

And the voice seemed to be another person, a pure stranger.

Who is it—

Before Meng Shuai could ask, the voice continued: "It's you who should shut up unless you don't want to live."

Meng Shuai was well-educated and didn't care much about it. He stopped and said, "Ah Zhou?"

A Zhou seemed to be the servant ordered by the priest. Later, it seemed that he had rescued Qingluan. The situation was in chaos at that time and Meng Shuai didn't understand it, but there was only one voice he had never heard before.

The voice said in a hurry: "Ming Ji... is still alive?"

Meng Shuai said: "Who...oh..." He already understood that here, there was only one who knew the name but didn't know the sound, and only one who knew the sound but didn't know the name but was the one he was holding.

He casually pressed his hand on the priest's neck, felt his pulse, and said, "I'm still alive."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God." He touched it with one hand.

Meng Shuai felt that the other party's hand was cold and powerful, so he stuffed Ming Ji into his hand and said, "I'm still alive, but it's almost done. If you have something to do, hurry up and get cold while it's hot. Anyway, Ming Ji is dead for most of the time. Even in the Black Soil World, he can't be resurrected immediately. Meng Shuai is not afraid of the other party playing tricks.

A Zhou took Ming Ji's hand and heard a sound. He didn't know what he was tinkering with. Then, he heard him say, "Listen. The Dark God has opened his eyes twice. When he opens his eyes again for the third time, he will definitely wake up. The Dark God is an evil god. After he wakes up, he will definitely swallow blood and eat. We are so close that we will definitely be attacked. The only way to survive is to take the initiative to sacrifice."

He started to speak very awkwardly, as if he hadn't spoken for many years, but as he spoke, he became smoother.

Meng Shuai said: "The sacrifices are not random, are you? How can you?"

A Zhou said: "Yes, even if they don't, they will do it. We are lucky, and there are ready-made sacrifices here." I don't know how he fiddled with them, but when Ming Ji groaned, he was silent.

Meng Shuai said: "Isn't it dead?"

A Zhou said: "It's over if you die. Yes, I am the host and I need two deputy priests. One is the first deputy priest and the other is the second. Who will be the first?"

Meng Shuai said: "I will be the first."

Qingluan suddenly spoke, "I'll be the first tribute."

Meng Shuai said without hesitation: "No. If you are in the back, it will be good for you."

Qingluan shouted, "Are you talking to me?"

A Zhou suddenly laughed dryly and said, "Actually, I also recommend this lady to be the deputy priest. Her bloodline... But since you insist, come to me. Remember to do whatever I say, and never make any decisions."

Meng Shuai said: "Of course, I still want to live."

In the darkness, I heard a rumbling sound, as if A Zhou was looking for something, and then I heard him say, "I found it. The first deputy sacrifice--"

Meng Shuai said, "I'm here."

A Zhou said: "Give me your hand. I want to draw a talisman."

Meng Shuai agreed. He felt that the other party reached out and drew a seal picture. Meng Shuai silently recorded it and threw it into the black soil world to study.

I heard a vibrating sound in the distance, like the earth moving, or like a wild beast roaring. The feeling of panic in the dark center of the few people became stronger and stronger.

The monster opposite is awakening, it is imminent.

As soon as he heard a pop, something seemed to spill out. Meng Shuai felt a heat in front of him, and it seemed that someone had lit a bonfire a few steps away.

Then, A Zhou's voice sounded around him as if he was chanting scriptures.

He was lying with words, as if he was chanting some kind of sacrificial text, but Meng Shuai could only hear syllables popping up one by one, and he couldn't understand anything at all. But the sound seemed to have a magical power, and the words were shaking in his mind, making Weng and Weng ring in his ears.

What kind of scripture is this?

Meng Shuai knew that this world was full of mystery and there were many magical things that could not be explained. If he felt that the text was magical, then perhaps it was really magical.

No matter what... I will record it first.

At this time, Qingluan fell into his ear and said, "What did he say?"

Meng Shuai was recording, and suddenly heard this sentence, and was very upset and said, "Don't talk - how do I know?"

Qingluan continued, "Aren't you familiar with ancient characters? Why don't you understand?" When she said this, her tone was pointed and her voice was slightly higher.

Meng Shuai was fighting with Mo Yin while recording, and she was very unhappy when she heard her talk again. However, if he also spoke, he would be even more distracted. He pressed her mouth with his backhand and then listened attentively.

Qingluan was furious and blocked the backhand, and was about to grab the rude man and penetrate five blood holes. Suddenly, he remembered something and said to himself: No, it's not him! He was lost for a moment, and he was silent from then on.

Although she was escaped by Qingluan, since she didn't make a noise, Meng Shuai didn't have time to pay attention to her, and just listened to the sacrificial text attentively.

The later this article goes, the more urgent the reading and the stronger the effect is. Meng Shuai almost felt that he had been brainwashed to the point of blankness by such words. Involuntarily, his lips moved slightly and he began to recite it.

It was really strange. He had no idea what he was chanting. It was obviously a bunch of meaningless symbols, but he could recite it fluently, as if he had been caught in an evil spirit.

Fortunately, his mental power is very strong. Although he recites it unconsciously, his consciousness is still clear, or in other words, there is still some sober, just like he is forced to dig out a sober independent personality from his confused master's character and is thinking nervously.

Is this what it should have been, or was he pulled into the water? Did he go into the ditch?

Meng Shuai supported her ears and did not hear Qingluan muttering. It seemed that she was sober than herself. Could it be that she really has the advantage of bloodline that she is not disturbed?

Just as the words became tighter and tighter, it was like a song that reached its climax. Suddenly, the sky started to brighten again.

This time, the dawn was different from before. It seemed like a scorching sun suddenly appeared in the sky, turning from night to noon, and then from noon to midnight again. It was suddenly black and white, and there was no way to overdo it, so that Meng Shuai saw nothing except his eyes were stimulated.

And this time the sky lights up little by little, just like the sun rising slowly, and like the iron curtain isolated from light being pulled apart little by little. But it is much faster than the sunrise.

Because of this gradual change, Meng Shuai rescued his eyes from the darkness, and saw the surroundings little by little.

Surrounded by a rocky ground, unexpectedly spacious, unlike the underground. The surrounding space is endless, and you can still see the horizon.

But Meng Shuai did not observe the surrounding environment carefully, and his eyes were all attracted by the eyes.

In front of him, the man in the green robe whom he had seen before, the one named "Ming Ji", was lying there.

His body showed a big name, with a green robe open, revealing a white body. Under him, there was a large seal picture, like an altar depicted in many movies, knocking him into it. The seal picture seemed to be drawn in blood, with red lines forming a sharp contrast with the human body.

Oh my god... I'm so terrible.

Meng Shuai wished he could poke his eyes? He didn't know that in the darkness that he couldn't see, it had become like this at some point. The situation in front of him was full of weirdness and cruelty. If there was a naked beauty lying on the altar talisman, then this scene would have a bit of cruel beauty, but he changed into a naked man...

He quickly looked away and Meng Shuai saw the person standing next to Ming Ji. The man wearing only a short jacket and cloth pants. At first glance, he seemed to be just a coolie.

A Zhou was standing in a strange position with his hands folded, muttering words. His condition was much more crazy than Meng Shuai, trembling while reciting, very much like the state of the witch who danced the great god before when chanting the spell.

The light became brighter and brighter, and Meng Shuai was so panicked. He looked down at his feet and saw a bright red mark under his feet.

The range of the blood-colored formation was much larger than he thought, and included him in it.

really!

Meng Shuai lowered his head and saw the back of his hand. The same seal was painted with blood, which was extremely dazzling under the light.

really……

"It's really you." A voice came from behind. Meng Shuai didn't have to look at people, he knew it was Qingluan.

"It's really you, you are Meng Shuai." Qingluan said loudly.

Meng Shuai turned around and saw Qingluan clearly for the first time.

It turns out that she is a woman like a cat. Her fair skin, her clever figure, and her top-slim phoenix eyes seemed to contain a layer of mist, reminding Meng Shuai of the elegant and lazy Persian cat.

If you look at others, this is a big beauty, right? At least she is also a very "taste" woman.

But Meng Shuai didn't feel amazing, but just said intimately: That's it.

Qingluan looked at Meng Shuai, gradually showing some disappointment, and said, "Honghu's eyes are really--" At this point, she suddenly stopped abruptly and stared at the opposite side.
Chapter completed!