The expression on her face was so intense that the veins on her forehead popped out, ruining her overall beauty.
Her mouth kept opening and closing as she began to chant some kind of spell; her voice was unclear and had a strange, sticky quality.
Inside the van, the man in sunglasses who was watching this scene through the screen seemed to have heard some kind of instruction. He suddenly raised his hand and tried to pinch the frame of his sunglasses, but was quickly pressed down by his left hand.
The woman closed her mouth and reached into her robe, pulling out a sharp dagger.
Seeing this, the people around gently placed the candles in front of them, reached into their pockets, and took out their daggers.
Everyone followed the woman's example. They first cut their foreheads with the dagger, and when the blood seeped out, they raised their left hand and wiped it with their finger.
They pressed their bloody fingers onto the magic circle, their expressions distorted.
Inside the park, a blood-red mist suddenly rose.
"Look, look, there's a response, there's a response!" Inside the van, the man in sunglasses patted the thin man excitedly.
“Don’t shoot!”
The thin man with the blindfold sat up at some point and was carefully pulling his left hand out from under the blindfold. He seemed to have become even thinner.
"If you clap your brain again, it will be mixed up again."
He complained, "I should have been able to go in and kill them all. Now that I'm well, recovering from this injury will consume the rest of my body."
"No matter how much I eat, I can't make up for it. Sooner or later, I'll die of weight!"
The man in sunglasses shrugged, "If the human population decreases dramatically, the Arbitration Committee won't tolerate you killing normal people. As for your loss, you might consider hormone injections to increase your weight."
"My faith won't let me do that!"
The thin man carefully took out his left hand as he spoke, shook off the dark-colored object on it, and said in a serious tone, "Did the ritual succeed?"
The man in sunglasses pursed his lips and said, "Look for yourself.
The eyebrow center leads to the center of consciousness. The blood from the eyebrow center is the most spiritual. This most spiritual blood is used in blood sacrifices...
Only a little bit of blood is needed to satisfy the spiritual needs of a blood sacrifice, and since the amount of blood is so scarce, the spirits being communicated with won't be violent!"
The man in sunglasses said in a strange voice, "No matter how you look at it, this is a lie. How could you actually say it?"
The thin man snorted coldly: "They are lucky to have survived!"
The only remaining eye he had glanced at the scarred man, startled: "What's wrong with him?"
The man in sunglasses said casually, "He's dead. I'll leave him behind later."
His divine power focuses on strength, and his mental resistance and recovery are very poor. He was just affected by the overflowing power of the ritual and sacrificed himself, dying beyond death."
The thin man was slightly surprised: "There's something about this ritual. It can affect us even through the screen."
He tutted his words twice: "This guy is in good health, it's really a bargain for those death believers."
The man in sunglasses leaned back as he watched the blood mist on the screen gradually stabilize to a certain level and then stop changing.
"It should be a blessing. It looks like a bloodthirsty god.
"I'm so surprised. This trick really has low risk and high efficiency?"
The thin man leaned over to the screen and took a closer look, wondering, "Wait! Is something wrong?"
"Um?"
The man in sunglasses came closer again, then exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on? Isn't the ritual a sūkō?"
On the screen, the people in the magic circle collapsed to the ground one by one. They would definitely not believe that they were asleep.
The ceremony was clearly successful just now, but now this situation...
"One person is okay, he's up."
Seeing this situation, even through the screen, the thin man felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. If the ritual failed, there would generally be no survivors!
It is more terrifying for some people to be alive than for everyone to be dead!
… “Run first!”
The man in sunglasses touched his chin. He was not panicked at all, and his tone remained calm: "I'm a little curious."
"Curious!"
The thin man was agile and had sat in the driver's seat without anyone noticing when. He started the car and stepped on the accelerator.
"You sacrificed fear?"
"Well...my God doesn't take my eyeballs."
Several cars suddenly appeared on the street near the park.
Obviously, there are more than three of them paying attention to this place.
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