When Fang Heling threw the person he was holding into the open space, the horror story opened the next chapter.
“Are they all here?” Yanzi asked Liang Jiu.
The poor Qingyunting disciple thought about it repeatedly before he said: "There are several corpses that are really unrecognizable. The ones that are recognized are all here."
He didn’t dare to make a single mistake or say even half a step wrong.
“Oh, poor thing.” Yanzi touched his face: “You don’t have to be so nervous. My sister won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not nervous, I’m nervous.”
Liang Jiu’s trembling voice was obviously unconvincing, but Yanzi didn’t pursue it.
She just turned around and looked at the evil demon: "Why are you still standing there? You don't care about your own affairs, and you are still waiting for me to feed you?"
Zheng Fei was not angry at this bad attitude.
Instead, he just smiled and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work."
Li Shou also said: "Thank you!"
Zheng Fei changed from a squatting position to a standing position, standing up like a mountain of meat.
He stepped forward, strode to the open space, reached into his belt, and grabbed a large, square cauldron!
With the promotion of Momen storage boxes, storage belts have become a relatively ancient item. Nowadays, few people use them, and the number of them in existence is also very rare.
But compared to this storage belt, the aura of this square tripod is more ancient.
It was taken out of the storage belt, but it seemed like someone had picked it out of a dark warehouse, covered in dust and old stories that no one had listened to.
It makes people subconsciously want to sneeze.
咚!
The cauldron fell and struck the ground hard. The mountain range responded with a long, muffled sound.
It is more than one foot high, and the length and width are equal, both about one foot. It has four legs, two ears, square and neat, and is very symmetrical.
There is Yang script inscribed on the body of the tripod, and the characters are very close to Taoist script. Although the meaning cannot be directly understood, it is not difficult to recognize. However, the wording is obscure, and it is vaguely an ancient prayer. (This Yang script is not Yang Guo script, it refers to
The raised text on the tripod)
Zheng Fei didn’t say anything. He just picked up a corpse on the ground and threw it into the cauldron.
That cauldron is not unfathomable, but when an adult who is by no means skinny throws it in, it makes no sound at all.
Just below the cauldron, bloody flames suddenly burst out!
The monks Feng and Chi gathered together, and their fear instantly rose to the highest level.
These demons... seem to want to cook people for food!
“Fight them…!”
The shout was cut off halfway, and the flesh-cutting demon picked up the man's neck and threw him into the cauldron.
The whole process was very natural.
“Whoever resists will die first.” He said indifferently.
Yanzi stretched out his hands and pressed them down.
Her hands were not hideous and bloody, but rather beautiful, slender, white and rosy.
“What did I say at the beginning? I said I wanted to ask you to help me with something, right?”
She faced the monks Feng and Chi Liangmai who were present. The mask without facial features could not show her expression, but her body, her voice, and her momentum all interpreted indifference.
"Now I might as well tell you what this matter is. Do you know? You have a treasure in Qingyunting, a big treasure!"
She turned around and touched Liang Jiu's face: "Of course, I'm not talking about my Xiaojiu."
Liang Jiu was like a clay puppet, motionless and silent.
He always believed that he was no worse than Chi Yue, and infinitely better than Feng Ming. Just because he did not belong to Feng and Chi, he was not supported by the sect and could not get the best resources. He had no hope of being the sect master and the best future for the rest of his life.
, that is, the position of a person whose surname is Zongshou.
He was unwilling and unconvinced. He was resentful of this unfair world and had been depressed for a long time. That's why he deliberately asked Feng Ming when Feng Yue was begging for mercy.
If something happens to the people named Feng and Chi found by Feng Yue, let his son Feng Ming get into trouble with him. If he can escape, let Feng Ming live together. He just wants to let Feng Ming be born with a good life.
People feel and experience "fairness"!
But after seeing with his own eyes that these demons were cooking people in cauldrons, he didn't know if he would open that mouth if he had it to do over again!
At least at this moment, he didn't want to stand behind this female devil.
Yanzi looked around and looked away with some boredom.
Apparently no one present was in the mood to pay attention to her teasing.
She then continued: "What I want is the... blood of balance in your body!"
"You don't need to know what it is. You just need to know that it is a method left by a certain force in modern times. In the past few years, it has allowed you to maintain a relative balance between the two lines of Fengchi. It controls
It affects your future and, to some extent, your destiny."
“In your body, it is so mediocre! But for them!” Yan Zi pointed at Zheng Fei and Li Shou: “It will play a vital role.”
“It’s a pity that this method has been lost. Only you, Qingyunting, have the blood of balance.”
Yanzi said with regret: "So we have to come and hurt you. Even though I don't want to make my Xiaojiu sad!"
Even though she only met Liang Jiu today, she seems to have already been deeply involved in her, and her emotions are very sincere.
Jiang Wang, who was hiding aside, was secretly frightened.
He had guessed earlier that the reason why the Qingyunting Feng and Chi veins had been able to maintain a relative balance. But there had been a lack of sufficient clues.
Judging from what the female devil said at this time, it should be that some kind of secret technique was left from the Yunding Immortal Palace era, allowing the balanced blood to flow in the bodies of the monks Feng and Chi, to a certain extent, ensuring that they have a certain level of power.
strength, and corresponding restrictions have been made to allow this balance to continue.
Jiang Wang doesn't know what effect this "blood of balance" can have on Zheng Fei and Li Shou. But he only speculates from the literal meaning...
Li Shou’s magical power of injuring himself to injure the enemy, and Zheng Fei’s magical power of injuring his opponent in return, once they can be combined and balanced through this so-called “blood of balance”... wouldn’t there be no solution?
Anyone becomes their opponent. If you hurt them, you will die. If they hurt themselves, you will die too.
Besides running away from the meeting, what other options do you have?
Jiang Wang couldn’t think of any solution at the moment!
"But, I only need two drops." Yanzi continued, and sounded a little excited like a little girl: "So you may not have to die too much."
“This tripod is very useful. We spent a lot of money to get it. It can help us achieve our goal.”
“I don’t know how many people are needed to cook two drops of balanced blood. They may need to cook ten people, or they may only need to cook two people.”
“We are very reasonable. We start with the corpse, don’t we? If the corpse is cooked, the balancing blood will be available, and there will be no need to cook the people who are still alive! Wouldn’t everyone be happy?”
"But if anyone wants to run away and cause us trouble, then I'm sorry, but I will die now!"
“Yes! We are very reasonable!” Li Shou agreed.
"But having said that." Yanzi spread his hands, looking helpless: "If the corpses are not cooked enough, we can only add more people slowly. Can you understand it? It will depend on who is unlucky at that time.
Do you think it’s okay?”
Among the two monks named Fengchi who were silent, even Feng Ming, who could not move, also shut his mouth.
No one wants to be the one who dies first, and everyone wants to be the one who survives later.
The fists of several people tightened and tightened, but finally they loosened their fists.
It is useless, there is no use in resisting.
From the beginning to the present, the human demons have repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.
