ryethenovel Chapter 243 The altar ceremony! It's your turn next...\\r
Chapter 243 The altar ceremony! It's your turn next...\\r
Afterlife sect?
Reincarnation? Is it really like this...
An inexplicable light flashed in Su Changsheng's eyes.
Only to hear that Huang Mao continued to brainwash the two of them: "The afterlife sect gathers all the poor people like us who have seen the gate of hell."5
"We were under constant threat of death until the bishop showed up and we were alone.
"He taught us how to survive and gave us extraordinary opportunities!
The tone of the yellow-haired man was agitated.
The girl on the side listening to her nodded repeatedly.
"In this way, you have a good rest first. If you are willing to join our sect, I will prepare for the ceremony of joining the sect."
"As long as the ceremony is over, you will have the ability to protect yourself initially."
"Okay!" The girl nodded again and again.
As for Su Changsheng, he looked east and west, as if he was looking at the furnishings in the factory room.
Huang Mao frowned and asked Su Changsheng, "What about you? Do you want to join?"
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Generally speaking, no one can live for three days without the protection of sectarian power."
"Oh, so scary." Su Changsheng hurriedly pretended to be scared.
"I'll join, of course I'll add to it, and the blessing can be wrapped around the silk!
Huang Mao suddenly had a black line on his forehead.
Why does he feel that this man's fear is a little fake?
Although he was puzzled, he didn't think too much, just opened the door and walked out.
He didn't find a trace of resentment, which was clinging to him at this moment, acting as the eyes and ears of Su Changsheng.
When he came to the next room, Huang Mao looked excited.
"how is it going.
"It's done! There are two more broilers!"
"Looking from a distance, there seems to be a girl?"
"Yes, a little girl in her teens, she's so tender! Those brother calls made my heart itch, hehehe. 99
"Fuck, this time there are good goods, hurry up and prepare a ceremony for them."
"Yes, yes, prepare the ceremony, and connect them to the altar after the ceremony. If they don't want to get the resentment, they will directly deal with them as sacrifices."1
"Hey hey, I hope they don't want to, then they will have fun~"
"It doesn't matter, who said that you can't play if you want to, anyway, the altar here, isn't it the few of us who have the final say?'35
In the room, four men in blood clothes with different appearances, plus a yellow-haired man who was chatting with a wicked smile, prepared the items needed for the ceremony.
A scarecrow with blank yellow paper on his forehead, a writing brush dipped in cinnabar, a roll of cotton thread, and two empty bowls.
Huang Mao took these things and walked back to the room where Su Changsheng was at the beginning.
"Everything is ready, let's get started."
Saying that, he came directly to the girl.
"Tell me the date of your voice, preferably to a specific time. 55
"Oh, I was there at 4pm on November 23rd, 2005.
"November 2005...Yiyou Dinghai Xinhai Bingshen..." The yellow-haired man pinched his fingers and rolled his eyes, looking like that.
After getting the result, he picked up the cinnabar brush and wrote the girl's character on the yellow paper on the scarecrow's forehead.
"Give me a piece of your hair."
"oh oh.
The girl obediently grabbed a hair and handed it over.
This scene saw Su Changsheng shaking his head again and again.
What kind of society is this?
I'll give you things like horoscope and hair? It's estimated that this silly girl will have to help count the money when she is sold.
The thought moved slightly, and the earth suddenly shook!
"Boom rumble..."
The slight shaking frightened the girl and Huang Mao subconsciously.
And that is, taking advantage of this stunned effort, the hair in the girl's hand fluttered and fell, and a hair from Huang Mao was replaced.
"What... what's going on? Was there an earthquake just now?"
"I don't know what's going on, it seems to be alright."
"It's scary, woo woo woo, why am I so unlucky today..."
After complaining a few words, Huang Mao continued to operate.
He took the hair and tucked it into the scarecrow's body, and then put the cotton thread into the bowl of wine.
"Come on little sister, cut your finger and drop a few drops of blood in it."
"Ah? It's still bleeding, it hurts!
Huang Mao rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Anyway, it hurts and it hurts you to choose one for yourself.
"This……"
The girl hesitated for a moment, and finally closed her eyes, fingers deep in a nervous expression.
Seeing this, Huang Mao didn't feel pity for Xiangxiyu at all, he took out his knife and slashed directly...
"bass"
"Ah! It hurts... woo woo woo"
"Don't move! 55
Huang Mao shouted and grabbed the girl's hand tightly.
The red blood dripped into the wine, completely dyeing the wine liquid and the cotton thread soaked in it red.
"All right."
Huang Mao let go of his hand, directly took out the cotton thread that had turned pale red, and tied one end directly around the scarecrow's neck.
The other end was pulled to the open space in front of Mian 847, and it was entangled like this.
Strange to say.
I saw the cotton thread stuck with blood and wine, and it was really fixed out of thin air!
Look at that, as if tied to some invisible pillar.
In this scene, even the girl who was about to burst into tears temporarily forgot the pain in her hand and exclaimed again and again.
"Wow! How did my brother do it! It's amazing!"
"Then I don't have to be afraid of black and white impermanence and bull-headed horse-faced?"
"Hey hey... It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon." Huang Mao gave a meaningful smile, and immediately turned his eyes to Su Changsheng.
"Come on, it's your turn next.
"I? 39
Su Changsheng stood up with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I've seen enough of the fun, I'm ready to leave now. 35
"Leave? Boy, you can't leave until the ceremony begins. If you don't believe me, step out of here.
"You don't need to be so angry." Su Changsheng interrupted Huang Mao's words directly.
He smiled and said: "Since it is leaving, of course, we have to deal with the trouble before leaving.
"Just like... you rubbish of the gods of the dead."