Ganzhou, some forbidden area.

The underground secret room is gloomy and dark.

In the secret room, there is an altar, and above it is a huge white skull with human face, sheep horns, ferocious fangs, blood-stained and white skull.

Mr. Tu knelt before the skull.

His face was pale, green, and his fingers were slender, as if he had been soaked in the blood for too long, and was soaked in the cracks.

Mr. Tu's pupils were empty, as if he was parasitized by something, and he muttered hoarsely, as if he was talking to someone or talking to himself:

"The man died, his Taoist bones were peeled off, and the gate of Guixu will be opened sooner or later..."

"The living person is going to die, the dead person is going to live..."

"A ten thousand-year plan is about to make a move..."

"It was all done..."

"That child... must get it. Good is the breeding ground of evil, his blood, his flesh, his sea of ​​consciousness, is the best sacrifice, and his spiritual consciousness is the best 'divine fetus'..."

"But... he was 'robbed'..."

Mr. Tu's numb expression suddenly became painful and angry, and bleeding ejaculated in his eyes.

It seemed that he had received some blame, and he was frightened and ashamed.

"Not blame me, no blame me..."

He said tremblingly, it took a long time to calm down, and continued:

"The child is gone, I don't know where he has gone. If you go find it, it's hard to find a secret, so you can find a needle in a haystack..."

"But that child, his mother, and his father..."

“Can be regenerated…”

"The Four Elephant Demon Array, the feather turns into a demon fetus, the cause and effect are filthy. As long as his mother leaves Qingzhou City, we can confuse the secrets of heaven and catch her..."

"This move will anger the Dao Ting, offend the Shangguan family and the Wen family, and destroy the thousand-year layout, and destroy the demon son of Ganzhou, all the casualties..."

"but……"

"It is their honor to die for the Lord of God."

"As long as you catch the child's mother, everything is worth it..."

"With her, you can control Shangguan Yi..."

Mr. Tu sneered.

"Shangguan Ce is cunning, affectionate and calculating, but he drinks and pecks every time. His son uses deep affection, his life gate is conspicuous and easy to grasp..."

“…Forcing them to have another child.”

"This child has the bloodline of Shangguan and Wenren. Since his birth, he has been in our hands and is the best substitute."

"but……"

Mr. Tu coughed up a mouthful of blood, "…I miscalculated again..."

"Someone ruined our cause and effect!"

Mr. Tu said angrily.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice became sharp and crazy, unlike human voice: "Who? Who is it?!"

A voice that is not human, echoes in the secret room.

After a long time, Mr. Tu coughed a few times and said calmly again:

"I have no idea……"

"I can't calculate..."

"No," Mr. Tu gritted his teeth, "I dare not count..."

"I saw the vast fog covering the secrets of heaven, the endless corpse mountains, the sea of ​​corpses, the blood-red and cruel eyes, the abyss of exploitation, and the evil changes of the Dao..."

"This is the aura of evil spirits..."

"I……"

Mr. Tu's eyes were terrified and his teeth were trembling. "I... dare not count..."

“It will be contaminated…”

"I dare not..."

Mr. Tu trembled tremblingly, pounding the ground with his head, kowtowed to the point of blood, and chanting "I dare not" frequently...

But after a moment, blood oozing out from the human face and sheep's horns.

An evil thought poured into Mr. Tu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mr. Tu woke up instantly, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

“Yes…yes, that’s right.”

"This is impossible..."

Mr. Tu murmured: "This... cannot be true... The evil of Tao is just an illusion, a means to deceive the secrets of heaven."

"If I were a person who truly raised the evil spirit... I am now a dead person..."

"This man is a liar..."

"He lied to me."

"Who is he?"

Mr. Tu frowned and asked and answered:

"I once went to that restaurant in person in 'human skin' to see... My formation was untied, leaving some traces, but the method of untied formation was clumsy and unfamiliar..."

"He must have done it on purpose..."

"He is teasing me, lying to me!"

"With clumsy and unfamiliar techniques, people who can't unlock the formation will not be so unfamiliar..."

"This person... is very scheming, very sinister, very cunning..."

"He is an extremely skilled formation master..."

"It must be an old monster..."

"What would he look like..."

Mr. Tu began to outline the portrait of this person in his heart...

Middle-aged or an old man, who is a few hundred years old, has a hooked nose, nasolabial folds, a sinister eyes, a restrained and introverted appearance, may be gentle on the surface, but when you smile, you are feminine and vicious...

Mr. Tu felt that the difference was quite the same.

He took a deep breath and his eyes were resentful.

"Bad my God Lord's plan..."

"Sooner or later, I will pull this person out..."

"Prefer his flesh and blood as three animals to raise demons; give his soul as sacrifices to sacrifice to the Lord of God..."

"Let him sink into the purgatory of the barren mountains and never be reborn..."

"Let him know that the majesty of the Lord of God is inviolable, the master of the Great Wilderness, immortality!"

Mr. Tu looked fanatical and fearless…

...

As for the ink paintings that have always been "eat people", I don't know that some people want to "eat" them as sacrifices.

He is eating now, too.

And what I eat is the real "delicacies of mountains and seas".

To thank Mo Hua, Wen Renwan invited him to a big meal in the largest and most expensive kitchen in Qingzhou City!

The first time I saw in Mohua, I don’t know how many fancy foods, but it looks very expensive.

There was a table full of dishes, and he didn't know any of them.

Because it is too expensive, the feeling of eating it in your mouth is very subtle.

I don’t know whether the ink painting is delicious or not.

He only felt that he was chewing "spirit stones" instead of meals...

Fortunately, he is not picky about food and is still very happy to eat.

Yu'er sat next to the ink painting. Although she didn't feel hungry, she was happy to see the ink painting. She was like a primary school student. Whatever the ink painting eats, he also ate.

Wen Renwan looked at Yu'er in a hurry, fearing that in the blink of an eye, his child would disappear again.
To be continued...