She reached up and touched her face; there was no blood.
Blood splattered onto the inside of the coffin, onto the middle-aged man's face, and onto the floor.
Liu Mi closed her eyes and fainted.
"Is he dead?" the middle-aged man asked.
The young man who released her grip checked Liu Mi's breath. "She's unconscious, but still alive."
"As long as they're alive, that's good." The middle-aged man breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued, "Go on."
Before long, Xiaoyouzi saw that Liu Mi's hands and feet were nailed with Soul-Suppressing Nails, and she had completely fainted.
The middle-aged man tossed the blood-soaked hammer to the servant, scoffing, "This woman is still alive; she's quite resilient."
"Let's go to the altar."
With that, the group closed the lid of the coffin.
Several coffin bearers came over and carried away the heavy mahogany coffin.
Little Yuzu followed behind and saw that the coffin was leaking blood.
Drop by drop, a long line soon appeared on the floor, stretching all the way out.
Five minutes later, the group arrived at the back mountain of Qian Fu.
There was a large open space behind the mountain, and in the very center of the open space was a high platform on which stood a strangely dressed woman.
The woman wore a black cloth on her head, had sharp and bright eyes, and held a scepter covered with skulls in her hand.
She must be a priest.
The open space was now filled with people, each carrying a red lantern and wearing the same expression.
They stood around the high platform, interspersed, forming concentric circles of encirclement.
They only opened a small gap when someone carried the coffin in, allowing the pallbearers to enter.
Once the people were carried inside, the encirclement returned to normal.
Little Yuzi followed him inside without any resistance.
Next came the complex ritual.
Little Yuzu saw that they seemed to be brainwashed, shouting and jumping around.
The priest muttered words that Little Yuzu couldn't understand, and the coffin was slowly opened.
Little Yuzu leaned closer.
The middle-aged man from before was holding a long silver nail in his hand, his face full of excitement.
This nail is different from the others; it's very thick, probably as thick as two coins. If this nail were to hit someone, they would definitely die.
The young man held a nail against Liu Mi's chest, while the middle-aged man beside him raised a hammer, ready to strike.
"True God!" With the priest's shout, the middle-aged man slammed down heavily.
Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky...
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