The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

It is solemn and shocking.

It's like arriving in some fantasy world.

Among the monks, if Gu Weimian read correctly...

It's Huo Yan.

The man fell to his knees with his back to her.

As if hearing the movement below, he turned his face and glanced down indifferently.

The two looked at each other.

Gu Weimian lay on the ground in embarrassment, watching Huo Yan turn his face back indifferently.

She was stunned for a moment.

The glimmer of hope that I had always held in my heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Her eyebrows frowned tightly.

Before she could stand up, the supervisor behind her kicked her again in the lower back.

"Okay! The people are here.

A tall, thin man wearing a black suit and slicked back hair came out of the corner.

The man glanced at Gu Weimian with cold eyes.

He kept his finger deep down and gently moved towards the location of the molten magma.

The supervisor nodded and looked at Gu Weimian, a bit nervous on his face.

Within a moment, it became ferocious and cold.

He pulled Gu Weimian's shoulder.

Gu Weimian suddenly laughed loudly,

"Can the soul-calling ceremony be used to sacrifice people who have sold themselves to the devil?"

Her voice grew louder, almost drowning out the chanting.

She ignored the supervisor's hand on her shoulder and yanked a chain from around her neck.

Before anyone else could see clearly, she threw the chain into the lava.

The sound of chanting that had been continuing before became slightly disordered.

There was a slight change in the aura throughout the cave.

It suddenly felt a little hotter than before.

Gu Weimian's blood surged in his body, but he endured it, lowered his eyes and began to chant scriptures.

She started chanting.

The chanting voice, which was already breathless, started to become intermittent.

The leader, an older monk, opened his eyes.

"It's the rebirth curse!"

He looked towards Gu Weimian.

Every time Gu Weimian sang a verse, his body felt like it was on fire.

But he gritted his teeth and read word by word.

Huo Yan, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally stood up at this moment.

He walked to the edge of the pagoda and looked down, his voice was cold,

"Do it."

Gu Weimian stared at Huo Yan coldly.

Before she could speak, the old monk spoke first,

"No."

Huo Yan frowned and turned to look at the old monk.

The old monk looked at Gu Weimian in surprise and moved his fingers rapidly.

The other monks behind him, without his leadership, gradually became unable to maintain their position, and the chanting stopped.

Huo Yan's face became more and more gloomy.

He walked back to the foot of the pagoda.

Gu Weimian noticed that an ice coffin was placed under the tower.

She couldn't see the specific appearance of the ice coffin, she could only vaguely see an edge.

Huo Yan's face could only be seen turning extremely ugly.

The man turned his head and looked at the old monk.

"what happened!"

There was a thin layer of sweat on the old monk's forehead. He lowered his eyes and asked Gu Weimian below,

"What did you throw into the lava!"

Gu Weimian did not answer his question and concentrated on reciting her sutra.

Huo Yan suppressed his anger.

“What does it matter if you throw it away?”

The old monk nodded hesitantly,

"It shouldn't be a simple thing, otherwise it wouldn't have such a big impact. If you don't understand it clearly, the situation will only get worse and worse, and it will affect the following rituals..."

He didn't say much.

But the meaning has been made very clear.

A sneer escaped from the corner of Gu Weimian's mouth.

What she threw... was a small silver devil's staff.