Chapter 262 : Could it be that she just got out of the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again?
"How come there is such a thing here? Is this Liancheng Jue a person who knows magic? Could he be that sect leader?!" Yi Qingchen's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she felt her legs were weak.
She almost fell to the ground. Oh my god, she just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den again, right?! There was no movement around, and there was no ordinary chirping of insects and birds. The silence was so disturbing that people felt nervous.
.There seems to be something fierce and dangerous here... Suddenly, a strange chanting sound came from the wall. The sound was strangely deep and hoarse, trembling in the air, and seemed to have penetrated all the way.
This is a strange voice that seems to be many discordant characters strung together, and it is impossible to hear what is being recited. With the reciting sound, the smell of blood in the air suddenly becomes thicker
It was almost breathless. Someone was practicing evil arts, or making something evil! Yi Qingchen couldn't help but be curious anymore. Fortunately, the khaki courtyard wall was only a little higher than her. She held her breath
Breathing, she quietly climbed up the courtyard wall with her hands, and slowly exposed her head on the wall. She didn't dare to be careless, and only exposed her two eyes. She took a slight breath and looked intently. This glance didn't matter, and her face suddenly turned pale.
Go down. There is something like a stone mill in the courtyard. And lying on the stone mill is a naked person. The skin all over his body is pale and almost transparent, and his face is distorted, as if he is in extreme pain. His lips are wide open, and he wants to shout, but he can't.
Come out. If his body was not still shaking slightly, Yi Qingchen would have thought he was a dead man. There were round holes in the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. Blood flowed out of the round holes like threads and onto the stone beneath him.
The grinding grooves were then collected into a large stone bucket covered with symbols... The face of this man seemed vaguely familiar. Yi Qingchen's body trembled, and she suddenly remembered that this man was the one who almost choked her.
The dead messenger boy! Behind the stone mill, stood a man dressed in black. This man had his eyes slightly closed, with complicated spells in his hands. His lips were open and closed, and he was chanting spells in a low voice, following his movements.
With the sound of the incantation, the blood in the palms of the hands and feet of the young man flowed more rapidly, almost forming four streams...