Resentment, once it comes into contact with flesh and blood, finds fertile ground to take root and sprout.
He had indeed killed the God with his sword, but the God was able to come back to life by using his resentment.
The deity's eyes were filled with resentment: "Since you know my background, you should know that there is no benefit in offending me!"
Li Wenhe stepped forward and kicked him. "Try threatening her again?"
His pale face was covered in blood, and his eyes were incredibly sinister. The moonlight cast shadows of varying intensity on his face, making one feel as if they were seeing a demon from hell.
The deity felt a dull ache in his injured hand and immediately fell silent.
He Wangyao sighed: "You already said you're a tiger fallen into the plains, and you still dare to bark like that? Aren't you stupid?"
The deity was immediately filled with humiliation.
Luo Wenxin walked up the steps with a curious look on her face. "There are patterns on these. Are we supposed to fill these patterns with our blood?"
Qiao Song got goosebumps listening to this: "Professor Luo, we are safe and sound now, we don't need to perform the ritual anymore, please don't make such assumptions."
Luo Wenxin opened her mouth, then asked softly after a moment, "Are we really safe and sound now?"
The words were spoken softly, but everyone on the altar heard them.
Gu Xu grasped Ming Zhuo's hand, a vague unease creeping into his heart: "Madam Luo... hasn't shown up yet."
Look at the chaos here! Even if Madam Luo were deaf, she should have heard it all. But strangely, she hasn't shown up yet.
Ming Zhuo replied, "Not only did Madam Luo not show up, but the person who instructed Wang Chengzhu to trick us into coming here and then exposed our disguise also did not show up."
Everyone looked up and saw that the cave had been plunged into darkness at some point.
Originally, there were guards and lights around the cave walls, and the believers each had a candle. Although the light was dim, at least they could see.
But after a fight, most of the cultists were frightened away by the defection of the Gu worms, and the remaining stubborn ones were also defeated by Tang Zhen and his group.
Once the candle goes out, there is naturally no way to provide light.
The people below the altar were somewhat frightened and instinctively crowded onto the altar.
The moonlight shone on the altar, shining brightly and purely.
Luo Wenxin suddenly said, "It's already midnight."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Midnight... was the time Madam Luo had originally scheduled for the ceremony.
Mingzhuo suddenly raised her hand, and the peach wood sword flew into the darkness. However, she quickly realized something was wrong, and the peach wood sword changed direction and flew back into her hand.
Gu Xu noticed that she didn't look well. "What's wrong?"
They soon had their answer.
The first candle suddenly lit up, and the black-clad cultist looked at Mingzhuo, "You won't kill me? Then you can't stop me."
"Return this Saha world to my Pure Land!" After shouting this slogan, he suddenly slit his throat with his sword and fell down, completely silent.
The blood quickly soaked the ground beneath him.
Before anyone could even be shocked, a second candle lit up from another direction, and the same slogans were shouted before the person committed suicide, swift and decisive.
Although the crew members had recorded several episodes, they were, after all, people who had received modern education and had never seen anything like this before.
"Are these people crazy?" They're either trying to kill or commit suicide. Are they sick in the head?
I had nightmares every night after that, and it left a deep scar.
Mingzhuo quickly walked to the edge of the altar, as standing in the moonlight would obstruct her vision.
Sure enough, it was much better in the dark. As soon as the candle was lit, the peach wood sword flew out and knocked the dagger out of the opponent's hand.
If someone is determined to die, she might be able to stop them the first time, but could she stop them the second time?
The peach wood swords flew back and forth, bustling about like firefighters, and soon they were all a little tired.
Mingzhuo's frustration finally reached a breaking point, and she suddenly shouted sharply, "Kneel down!"
The suicide bombers, who were originally preparing to kill themselves, suddenly went mad and their bodies, which were not under their control, knelt down with a thud.
They looked completely bewildered, not knowing what was wrong with them.
On the altar, everyone was stunned. When Mingzhuo shouted that rebuke, even though they knew it wasn't directed at them, they still subconsciously felt they should kneel down and repent.
He Wangyao rubbed her weak knees and whispered to Pei Di, "This area-of-effect skill is too powerful. Luckily, my teammates are immune, or I would have almost knelt down."
Pei Di scratched his head: "Is that so? No wonder I used to want to kneel down before the boss whenever she got angry."
Standing behind the two was Luo Wenxin. Despite the chaos just now, he managed to retrieve the folding fan and persistently maintained his elegant image.
At this moment, the folding fan covered the tip of his nose, and his eyes were full of smiles.
Qiao Song turned his head and saw that he was actually smiling. He whispered a reminder, "Professor Luo, although Consultant Ruan is very capable and we are saved, you can't smile so obviously. It's not appropriate."
Although the dead were enemies, they were still human lives, not to mention the corpses of ordinary people lying at their feet.
While it's certainly something to be happy about if you manage to escape alive, you can't ignore the loss of other people's lives.
Luo Wenxin quickly composed herself: "Is that so? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
On the other side, Madam Luo finally appeared.
"What's the use of stopping them? The formation has already been activated," she said coldly.
Only then did everyone realize that these people had committed suicide as a form of sacrifice.
Sure enough, the blood flowed along the patterns of the formation, and instantly the red light intensified.
There was also an array engraved around the altar. As long as someone was willing to offer a sacrifice and use their blood to reinforce the array, the array would be activated.
Madam Luo, dressed in sacrificial robes, solemnly and dignifiedly bowed towards the altar.
Now, Mingzhuo and Gu Xu have ascended the altar. The cultists who were sacrificed have already used their blood to irrigate the formation. The formation is now activated, and she has all the advantages of timing, location, and people.
My long-cherished wish is finally about to come true.
Holding a bone sword, she said, "Let's begin."
Someone nearby responded, and then with a rumble, the stone slabs on the altar opened, and an ice coffin slowly rose.
Inside the ice coffin, the white-robed youth's features were lifelike, as if he were simply asleep.
Gu Xu's heart trembled slightly: "A-Zhi!"
He Wangyao stood to the side, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy, and felt a little sad.
If Luo Zhi hadn't led him out of the Ghost Cave and across the desolate Sanzu River, he would probably be a handful of dust by now.
Qiao Song curiously glanced at the ice coffin a few times and was surprised to find that the person inside looked exactly like Gu Xu!
Madam Luo is indeed very beautiful, but she can't be considered a top-tier beauty. The two brothers inherited all the best features from their parents.
Did these two pay for SVIP membership at Nuwa's place? Otherwise, why would they receive such preferential treatment?
Even though the boy in the ice coffin was just a cold corpse, he was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
It is especially regrettable that such a beautiful person died at such a young age.
Qiao Song couldn't help but chime in: "Such a handsome and outstanding son is like winning the genetic lottery, and you don't even cherish him!"
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