Meng Yi felt that he could not get better.
I was woken up by Xu Qingsong so early in the morning. Is there any justice in the world? Shouldn't gods be allowed to sleep?
He removed the flesh-and-blood earplugs from his ears and frowned:
"What are you doing?"
Xu Qingsong didn't feel embarrassed at all for disturbing someone's sleep. Instead, he asked seriously, "Brother Yi, do you know where I can find a mechanic?"
Meng Yi thought he was going to purchase some weapons or something, so he told him Luanshan's address in a bad mood and let Xu Qingsong ask for it himself.
He didn't know Tian Mo's address either.
The door closed with a click, and Meng Yi lay back down. He had to change the lock. It was the same whether the door was locked every day or not.
In a daze, he felt something was wrong. Was someone calling him?
It's not something you hear, but something like an intuition.
Meng Yi opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was half past ten in the morning.
Could it be that Cen Qiyun found someone to perform the ceremony?
He looked around the second bedroom and saw that there was nothing unusual. Then he thought and jumped above the red mist.
…
In a small room filled with a strange fragrance and lingering red mist, Cen Qiyun got up reluctantly, her previous prayers having failed.
It wasn't surprising, as she had failed the blessing ceremony more than a dozen times before succeeding.
The door opened, and a thin young man with glasses and a scholarly air walked in. He wasn't surprised. "Continue?"
"Hmm..." Cen Qiyun nodded.
The other party began to fretfully replenish the essence that had just been consumed, removing the spiritually exhausted materials on the altar and replacing them with new ones.
Finally, he looked at the gradually fading red mist and hesitated for a moment, "Do you really want to do this? You should trust the professionals! It's better not to add any extra ingredients to the ceremony..."
"Of course we have to!" Cen Qiyun answered as a matter of course, this was imitating a scene from the Kingdom of God.
She glanced at him and thought to herself, no matter how professional you are in rituals, have you ever seen the kingdom of God?
I have seen it!
This will definitely work if you use it to please the gods!
She walked quickly to the altar, picked up the silver dagger on the altar, gently cut her index finger, and dripped the blood onto a round plate carved with patterns on the altar.
The hazy blood-red mist appeared again.
Cen Qiyun nodded gently, "Okay, now..."
Before he finished speaking, the circular altar was enveloped by a bright scarlet light.
The young man, who had just finished setting up the altar, widened his eyes. The ceremony had not started yet!
...He was extremely stunned. The scene before him shattered all his understanding of ritual magic.
ah?
He turned his head to look at Cen Qiyun, who looked a little dazed. "Ah? What happened?"
Cen Qiyun suddenly came to his senses, pulled the other person to the ground, and they both knelt down in panic.
“Praise the Redemption…”
Above the red fog, Meng Yi was looking at Cen Qiyun and the others through the stars with a strange expression on his face.
Is this the wrong way to respond?
After he came up, he saw the stars representing Cen Qiyun shining continuously, and he responded after being called down.
To be precise, it was the red mist that responded to his thoughts.
It’s…very simple…if you’re not paying attention…the red mist will respond automatically.
But the expression of the guy wearing glasses is not right.
Meng Yi thought back to when Zhang Yao had given him a lecture on ritual magic. He'd been distracted during the lecture, ahem...
Never mind, it’s done anyway.
You have the ability to question the Scarlet King.
His figure gradually faded.
Cen Qiyun prayed silently for a long time under the altar before standing up and taking the revolver from the center of the altar.
Now the "Giant Hammer" has a silver-white gun body with a touch of red.
Pray to the Lord for blessing, and it will be accomplished in one go?
Still delayed response...
The young man who had arranged the ceremony stood up and gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, his face serious. "Is it really done?"
Cen Qiyun raised the gun and tried it, then nodded blankly, "That should be it... Remember to return the extra money to me..."
She was prepared to lose money several times at the beginning and paid five times.
The two looked at each other...
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