I Just Want To Be Quiet

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

His face was gurgling with blood, and all his facial features had been removed.

"Yu" put away the dagger, stepped back slowly, and then bowed down extremely religiously at the statue of "Curse", and kowtowed.

The bead curtain is high, the statues in the shrine are silent, and the Yin Qi in the entire ancestral hall is becoming stronger and colder.

The walls resemble the paintings of the fairy family, but also cast a layer of gloomy tones.

The altar crisscrossed with all kinds of chopping and chiseling marks gradually pour out a layer of black blood stains.

The original solid stone surface suddenly seemed like a swamp.

The guard began to sink into the altar.

He struggled desperately, his face twisted savagely, and in his heart he sent the most bitter curse to the Xiao family.

The black air is steaming, like clouds and mists. At this moment, the curse and hatred of the guards, just like the essence, continuously emerge along the face that has lost the facial features.

These curses and hatreds evaporate and roll over the altar, slowly condensing into a mirrorless and smooth mask, like a cast of iron, looking strangely cold.

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

In a blink of an eye, the altar recovered as before, and the swampy black blood quietly disappeared as if it were just an illusion.

Before the long case, the four sticks of incense were still burning fiercely. When the green smoke was full, the names of the four Xiao family members were suspended in the air, and the ancient altar stood quietly in the depths of the smoke.

Seeing Xiao Meng successfully completed the sacrifice, Xiao Shou nodded very satisfied, and then ordered: "Xiang'e, it's you."

"Quickly step forward to sacrifice."

"Don't delay!"

Hearing that, the pink bride immediately opened the box beside her skirt, which was also a guard.

She bent down to lift the guard and threw it on the altar, then drew a dagger from her sleeve, and immediately began to sacrifice.

The sound of sharp blades scratching across the skin, flesh and bones was endless. The guard who had been unconscious was awakened by severe pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The screams of stern change of tone resounded through the ancestral hall.

The blood was flowing, following the ancient traces on the altar, flowing down in all directions.

As the ritual progressed, the pink bride's breath began to become stronger, and it also grew from the Qi training period to the Dan congestion period.

Soon, black blood appeared on the altar. Like the previous sacrifice, this guard was also swallowed a little bit by the altar. His hysterical resentment and hatred before he died condensed into a mask made of iron.

The pink bride also completes the sacrifice.

At the confession, palace lanterns burned quietly, and the murals became more obscure and gloomy.

The yin was thick and condensed into gray-black smoke clouds, haunting the entire room.

The fan fan engraved with the patterns of hundreds of descendants, thousands of grandchildren, melons, etc., reflects a series of strange silhouettes.

The silhouettes are crowded, the footsteps are chaotic, and they seem to linger back and forth, mixed with many whispers, as dense as the tide, secretly surging.

Seeing that things are going well, Xiao Shou looked at Peiling and said, "Zheng'er, it's you."

"Hurry up and sacrifice."

"My Xiao family's wish is about to be fulfilled!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly recovered from Xiao Zheng's memory, before speaking, she coughed violently.

He looked up, but saw that among the smoke and clouds, the old altar was already mostly infested with blood stains. The mottled color, carefully examined, were all caused by repeated smudging and splashing of blood.

The hatred in it is majestic and vast, and it is already stronger and deeper than before.

"Yu" and the pink bride have completed their sacrifices!

Peiling gasped violently, and the cold touch of the mask gradually calmed his thoughts.

At this moment, Xiao Shou frowned and said again: "Zheng'er, what are you still rubbing with?"

"quick!"

"Go up and sacrifice!"

"If the hour is delayed, it is the hope of my Xiao family ancestors for generations to be missed!"

Peiling stood still, motionless, with no intention of going up to sacrifice.

Seeing Xiao Zheng indifferent, Xiao Shou frowned suddenly and his expression became extremely solemn.

As before, he took out a large amount of paper money from his sleeve and threw it towards Peiling.

The paper money was flying, and Pei Ling was all over his body, but Pei Ling still did not move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Shou took out another talisman with a blood pattern on the profound background and pasted it on his body. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Shou pinched the Jue with both hands and began to mutter some words.

However, unlike Xiao Meng just now, after this operation, Pei Ling still had no response.

Xiao Shou's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly took out more paper money, but the next moment...

brush!

A condensed **** sword energy swept across the air, instantly slashing all paper money and talisman!

The sword aura continued to cast away, and the domineering, **** breath spread the entire ancestral hall without any effort, dispelling a lot of incense mist for a time.

Pei Ling raised his hand, another **** sword aura, outrageously cut out!

This time, the sword aura whistled horizontally and cut off the burning four sticks of incense.

Without the support of the incense, the real altar began to tremble and dissipate. At the same time, the bead curtain that had just been rolled up silently fell, re-covering the shrine.

The idol was blocked by a bead curtain, and the breath of great terror and catastrophe disappeared immediately.

The two palace lanterns on the confession seemed to be sensational, and they jumped sharply, sometimes skyrocketing, shining through the ancestral hall, sometimes faint, and almost extinguished.

The entire ancestral hall was bright and dark, and the aura of coldness continued to increase.

"Not good!" Xiao Shou's expression changed drastically, but before he had time to do anything, the next moment...

"boom!"

The gate of the ancestral hall suddenly opened.

"Huhuhu..."

The yin wind rushed in, blowing the clothes of the four inside, and the flames of the palace lanterns shrank sharply, as if it would be completely extinguished in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, there were bursts of laughter suddenly: "Hehehe...hehe...hehehe...hehe..."

The laughter was monotonous at first, and gradually, it seemed that more and more people were involved.

Countless malicious laughter sounded from all directions and quickly condensed into a rolling sound wave, roaring towards the Xiao family.

In the whistling wind, some soft things were suddenly mixed up.

If you look closely, there are clusters of long black hair.

These long hairs came from the top of the ancestral hall. At first they were just a few strands, but very quickly, like a black waterfall, the endless black hair poured down, like a wisteria trellis in midsummer.

A pair of **** eyes opened from the hair, and they focused on the four of the Xiao family unblinkingly.

"Hehe...hehehe...hehe..." The laughter continued, the **** wind was blowing, and the maids in indigo or cyan skirts, covered in blood, walked out of the darkness, their facial features were gone, only Leaving **** holes.

Looking straight into the ancestral hall.

Under the swaying skirt, the sound of "clap" gradually rose, and a river of blood mixed with flesh, bones, internal organs, eyeballs, ears, teeth, tongues, etc., continued to rise.

With the pace of the maids, they approached the ancestral hall little by little.