Chapter 109 Modern Supernatural 13

Zhou Zhile, who was standing behind Nan Rui, could not see the situation in front of him for a moment, so he could only turn sideways and stick his head out from behind Nan Rui's shoulder.

"Oh my god...what's going on?"

A sickening smell of blood hit his face.

The blood that had solidified into black and purple was poured onto the ground, forming a circle with a diameter of about ten meters. The complex patterns were like a spider web, spreading from the center to the outer circle.

A black coffin was placed on the flat ground in the center, and a circle of lit red candles was placed outside the coffin. The candlelight swayed slightly with the wind, and drops of wax like blood tears fell silently.

It was like a scene of ancient tribal sacrifice, bloody and primitive.

"Looking at the burning degree of the candles, it is estimated that this sacrificial array has been set up for a quarter of an hour."

Nan Rui stared at the coffin in the center with a serious face.

"Now I finally know why those victims were sucked dry."

It seems that the blood was used here.

"But this coffin... feels so..."

familiar...

"I think, my wrist feels a little strange..."

Zhou Zhile suddenly spoke and interrupted Nan Rui's unfinished words.

"What?"

Qi Li was also carefully observing the coffin and the runes on the ground. Hearing Zhou Zhile's words, he immediately grabbed his wrist.

"No, it's not you who feels it, it's the black mark that is really turning red."

"Hiss... It feels like it's going to burn."

The black mark on the wrist seemed to be stimulated, and the pure black runes flowed like water waves, flashing bright red light. The

increasingly strong burning sensation was like a thorn in the flesh, as if it was going to devour the entire piece of skin.

"... Why am I still a little dizzy..."

Zhou Zhile shook his head uncomfortably to stay awake.

"You idiot, this thing is sucking your blood!"

Qi Li's hand holding Zhou Zhile's wrist also felt the burning temperature on the surface of his skin.

"Hehe... I finally waited for you."

A hoarse voice came from the white mist.

Then came the familiar figure.

"Qi Hai..."

Nan Rui glanced at the figure gradually emerging in the white mist, and then looked at Zhou Zhile's current situation.

It seemed that it was Qi Hai who activated this black curse.

"After waiting for so many years, I finally waited for a person with an extremely yin constitution..."

Qi Hai walked slowly to the center of the formation, raising his hands excitedly.

As the man moved, the black robe that originally covered his figure and face fell off, revealing the man's old and haggard face.

"You...?!"

If the voice and figure were not exactly the same, Qi Li would have almost failed to recognize that this was a man in his prime.

It was as if his vitality was drained in a short period of time, and his body aged rapidly, turning into an old man.

"Qi Hai, don't you know the consequences of using this forbidden technique?!"

Qi Li shouted: "You are now in this state because of the backlash of the formation!"

"So what?"

Qi Hai was unmoved.

"Next, as long as I wake him up, his power will be at my disposal, hahahaha..."

When he has the power comparable to the ghost king, there are many ways to prolong his life.

While Qi Li and Qi Hai were talking, Nan Rui took out several yellow talisman papers and stuck them on Zhou Zhile's right wrist.

The moment the yellow talisman paper touched the skin on the wrist, it immediately turned into ash and fell down.

"Tsk, it's useless."

Nan Rui frowned and stared at the curse seal.

"Heh, you're still too young to break this formation."

Qi Hai quickly noticed Zhou Zhile and Nan Rui's little moves, but he didn't care.

"It seems like it's time to let you young boys suffer a little more."

Qi Hai put two fingers together, held them upright in front of his chest, and muttered something.

Nan Rui and Qi Li immediately went on alert.

Both of them focused all their attention on Qi Hai not far away, and didn't notice Zhou Zhile's unusual movements behind them.

"Bang——"

"Damn it!"

Nan Rui was hit by a palm and flew out, crashing straight into a thick tree trunk.

"Puh," Nan Rui spat out the dust in his mouth and glared at him, "What are you doing, kid!?"

"Brother, I'm not going to hit you!"

Zhou Zhile wanted to cry but his right arm was completely out of control:

"My hand moved on its own!"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Zhile attacked Qi Li on the side uncontrollably.

OK, it's another insidious move by Qi Hai.

Nan Rui got up from the ground and sped up to try to stop Zhou Zhile.

Because of Zhou Zhile's physical body, Qi Li and Nan Rui both held back their strength, fearing that Zhou Zhile would be hurt.

"Don't worry about me for now. Beat me up and stop that guy."

Although Zhou Zhile's movements were restricted, he could still speak. He caught a glimpse of Qi Hai moving again and quickly reminded the two.

"I advise you not to move."

Qi Hai's voice rang out again.

Zhou Zhile picked up a dagger from the ground, held it in his right hand, and put it against his neck.

"Otherwise, your little brother will really die."

Although he tightly controlled his body, Zhou Zhile still lost control of his body. He looked at his right hand holding the dagger, with the sharp blade against his neck.

Are you playing dirty again?

Nan Rui was almost so angry that he laughed.

The three people present did not move for a moment.

Qi Hai walked slowly to the coffin and sat down with legs crossed.

"The yin and yang are created and divided at will. Thousands of chariots and horses are calling you urgently. Listen to my torture and accept my law. Command the ghosts and thieves to follow me..."

As Qi Hai spoke, the formation runes emitted an intermittent ominous red light, and in the blink of an eye, black mist rose up, like an overturned ink bottle, dyeing the white clouds black.

The circle of red candles around the coffin swayed violently, the flames jumped, and the bright and dark red light flashed.

For a moment, a strong wind blew and dark clouds gathered.

With the formation as the center, a fierce wind was set off.

The friction and snapping sounds of branches and leaves were incessant, and the fallen leaves were swaying and stirring in the violent wind, making it almost impossible to see the scenery in front of him. With the corners of

his clothes fluttering, Nan Rui raised one hand to block the flying fallen leaves and dust, and squinted his eyes to try to see the situation in front of him.

In the blurred vision, a person seemed to be completely unaffected by the strong wind, and walked towards the center step by step.

"Zhou Zhile!"

Nan Rui shouted with all his strength, moving his feet with difficulty against the wind, and stretched out his hand to try to grab Zhou Zhile's arm.

"Wake up quickly!"

Still unmoved.

Zhou Zhile seemed to walk towards the coffin in the center unconsciously.

As Zhou Zhile approached, the originally dark coffin seemed to be sensed, and the coffin body began to shake violently.

The black curse seal on the wrist glowed red, and thin strands of blood flowed down the wrist and dripped from the fingertips.

"Tick...tick..."

A thin bloodstain was left where Zhou Zhile walked.

As if the last piece of the puzzle was finally put together, the circular magic array on the ground suddenly came alive, glowing with light.

In the dazzling light, Nan Rui finally saw the inconspicuous mark on the corner of the coffin - a lotus cloud pattern.

That was the favorite pattern of Junior Master.

Nan Rui had seen Mu Guishuang draw runes, and that special technique...

was definitely from Junior Master's hand.

And there was only one person who could let Junior Master carve that lotus cloud pattern with his own hands...

"Bang——"

The coffin exploded.

Shi Heng.