I Just Want To Be Quiet

Looking back at the Xiao family for so many years, for this goal, they have gone forward and sacrificed countlessly, and now it is for Shan Jiuren, only this last step!

No matter what the price is paid, it is impossible to give up now!

Thinking of this, Xiao Shou's right arm forcefully moved his mutilated torso, lighting the incense cun for the third time and offering incense.

Because of the loss of both legs and one arm, he had to crawl on the ground and even wriggle like an insect to complete these pre-sacrifice procedures.

It is especially difficult when fetching incense.

Because the Xiao family had never thought of falling into his situation before, the box that placed the offerings was placed on a high table, which was as high as an ordinary person's chest. For a normal adult, there was no difficulty.

But Xiao Shou struggled for a while before he managed to get something.

Finally, after a busy period of time, the room lit up with blue smoke again, the word "Xiao Shou" floated in the air, and the altar appeared again.

He crawled to the altar, took out the dagger, and pointed the sharp tip of the dagger at his face.

Feeling the chill of the sharp blade approaching, thinking of the next thing, Xiao Shou couldn't restrain his expression of fear.

But he took a deep breath, and finally pierced the dagger severely into his eye socket with a strong force...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

There was an unimaginable pain, and blood flowed out like a fountain, instantly soaking Xiao Shou's face, dyeing his front **** red.

While screaming hysterically, he abruptly grabbed his two eyes and threw them at the altar.

Due to the experience of the previous two failures, in order to prevent this sacrifice from being insufficient, Xiao Shou used great perseverance to resist the unimaginable pain of ordinary people, cut off his nose and ears, and made sacrifices together...

After doing this, he has become a blood man, rolling to the ground, unable to even move his fingertips.

Xiao Shou endured the pain and began to silently chant intermittently.

It took a long time before he chanted the very familiar prayer completely, and before he chanted it a second time, he passed out in pain.

The black blood spread, and the eyes, nose, and ears began to sink into the altar.

Before long, the altar will completely absorb the sacrifices.

Like the previous two times, Pei Ling felt a pure power pouring into her body again.

Xu is because the sacrifice this time is more in line with the "faceless immortal", the aura in Pei Ling's body immediately recovered from the Dan-condensation stage to the Nascent-Infant stage!

At the same time, Xiao Shou's eyes, nose, and ears also grew new flesh, and soon there were no more wounds on his body.

The whole face, as if born without eyes, nose and ears, only a mouth.

The enshrined incense was suddenly vigorous and burning.

In front of Pei Ling's eyes, a familiar memory once again emerged.

This time, he was still offering sacrifices, and still in the ancestral hall. However, only the altar is normal when entering the eyes. The entire ancestral hall is built of human bones and flesh and skins, and it is still squirming, like a living thing, looking strange and terrible, disgusting, like purgatory.

The picture rippled slightly like ripples, and then disappeared.

The scene of the ancestral hall reappeared, with green sorrowful Zhuzhu, carved beams and painted buildings, everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

Pei Ling was not affected at all, still sitting motionless, still pretending to worship the faceless immortal Xiao Shou.

The incense burns, the altar disappears, and the bead curtain closes.

Seeing Xiao Shou still unconscious through the gap between the bead curtains, Pei Ling frowned secretly. The other party has been in a coma for about a quarter of an hour, why hasn't he woken up yet?

It's so overwhelming, you just give up halfway at every turn. As the head of the family, it's really irresponsible!

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In the bamboo forest, in the house.

The smell of fishy sweetness is as strong as substance.

A maid wearing an indigo dress and a blood-stained skirt stood close to her sleeves. She didn't wear a mask, and her plain white face was nothing unusual except for a little dirt.

It's just that besides her own original head, there are four men's heads on her neck. One of them is square, one is plain, one is weather-beaten, and the last one is a black-faced teenager.

Each of these four heads gritted their teeth, and their eyes were red, full of majestic hatred.

Sen cold breath lingers, gray-black frost and snow, already quietly permeating the ground.

On the ground not far away, the four headless corpses were shattered, and the original human form was basically invisible. If it were not for the scattered robes, they were all worn by the Xiao Mansion guards, and their identities were completely unrecognizable.

"Yu" stood in front of the five-headed maid, admiring the masterpiece in front of him, and his always gloomy expression could not help being mixed with a trace of contentment.

"Curse", I will love his sacrifice!

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at the sky outside.

It's not night yet, but it's almost done.

First go to sacrifice to the "curse", this time the "curse" is most likely to be hidden in the sacrifice!

"Yu" immediately opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and directly sucked the five maids into his mouth, then turned and pushed the door out.

Soon, he appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Looking at the door that seemed to be closed, "Yu" was about to reach out and push.

"Squeak."

The door suddenly opened spontaneously.

"Yu" looked calm and strode into it.

The ancestral hall was still the same as last night, and all the traces of the previous fights have disappeared, as if there had never been any disturbance here.

It is still luxurious and elegant and spacious.

However, before the confession, Xiao Shou was unconscious.

"Yu"'s eyes touched his body, slightly surprised. He remembered that Xiao Shou was tortured to death by the pink bride last night, but how did he survive now?

Moreover, it also appeared in the ancestral hall?

Is it made by the pink bride?

The thoughts turned, "Yu" quickly shook his head, regardless of this, now the most important thing is to offer sacrifices to "Curse"!

As for this Xiao Shou... since he was not dead, he tortured himself again for a while, and if the other party still refused to say anything, he would also sacrifice it to the "curse"!

So, "Yu" strode forward, learning the operation of Xiao Shou last night, first lit a piece of incense in the incense burner, and then knelt down in front of the bead curtain.

The bead curtain opened silently, and the shrine appeared, and the pressure of great terror and catastrophe, like the pressure of a thousand jun, made his heart beat uncontrollably.

"Yu" looked up, but saw inside the shrine, a statue of a **** like the one I saw last night, sitting quietly.

But under its base, there seems to be an additional statue resembling a Xiao.

It's just that the head of this statue is hidden by a robe, so you can't see the face.

"Yu" was slightly puzzled, but seeing the statue of "Curse" still the same as before, he ignored the change.

After all, there are so many sly things in the Xiao Mansion, so it's better not to be extravagant.

So, he continued the same ceremony as Xiao Shou last night, inserting a stick of incense into the incense burner before the testimony.

The green smoke was lingering and condensed into one word in midair: "Yu."

Seeing that it was not Xiao Meng who appeared this time, but his own honorary name, "Yu" secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the altar emerged in the fugitive smoke.

"Yu" looked at the statue of "Curse" with a respectful expression, then opened his mouth, and a strong black air suddenly spit out from his mouth.

The black air fell to the ground and turned into the appearance of five maids.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and easily moved it onto the altar.

"Yu" immediately knelt down and bowed his head to pray: "The faceless great immortal, boundless mana, bless the younger generation, Fu Zuo lasts."

"The younger generations are ‘gloomy’, and I would like to use what they have learned all their lives to blend the hatred of the living and the spiteful obsession of the dead with sacrifices and worship the great immortal."

"Begging for the Great Immortal's mercy and rewarding good fortune..."