807, The ‘root’ of recovery (1/2)

It was a dark and windy night.

The cold wind blew away the fragrance of flowers in the garden, and only the smell of blood lingered for a long time.

The slaves, whose necks were tied with ropes and hung on iron hooks, had their mouths blocked. They had not been able to eat food all day, and the struggles just now had exhausted them.

The slaves stood weakly against the wall, looking at the small square table in the middle of the garden with horror.

In front of the small square table, an iron hook with a chain hung from mid-air, hanging a white mouse as long as an adult's arm on the iron hook. The white mouse struggled for a while, and now seemed to have no strength, with a pair of blood-red eyes rolling, and its body swayed in the air with the wind.

The iron hook pierced its fur, and blood flowed out of the wound, dyeing a large area of ​​hair on its back red, and dripping on the dry claw in the copper box below.

Behind the square table, Dunhong stood silently.

He formed a strange seal with his hands, his lips moved, but no sound came out of his throat.

The masters gathered behind him, paying close attention to the slightest movement in the garden.

Lord Naikangze, who had been sitting in the first seat, also mixed into the group of masters. He stared at his eldest son Dunhong in front of him, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Darkness silently covered the garden.

Dunhong kept reciting the incantation in his mind from the "Human-faced Rat Mother Dragon". The seals formed by his hands changed several times during this period. He was hunched over, with the backs of his hands pressed against his chest, his eyes flashing like a mouse wearing silk and satin.

At a certain moment,

the human skin banners with Tibetan characters written in human blood hanging on the four corners of the garden were suddenly blown up by the wind, and the human skin with messy hair swelled like a balloon, and suddenly became the same as the body of a living person!

The four human skins’ empty eye sockets and mouths flowed out with strands of ‘origin’ power.

Su Wu, who was standing at the back, sensed the origin power flowing around, and felt extremely deep malice from the strands of origin power.

-This is very different from the Yang side origin power he had come into contact with in the secret hidden domain.

The Yang side origin power is lively in nature, but it is still pure.

And the strands of Yang side origin power lingering below are deeply combined with some kind of malice.

Many of the masters present also sensed the wisps of original power. They were refreshed and turned their eyes to the white mouse hanging in the air by the iron hook in front of the square table. Dunhong changed his hands in front of his chest and guided the wisps of original power lingering around, so that they all gathered to the white mouse on the iron hook!

Gathered to the top of the white mouse's head!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak--"

He made a mouse sound.

After hearing this sound, the white mouse on the iron hook suddenly stretched its four legs straight, and hung stiffly on the iron hook, like a piece of dried meat hanging on a clothesline!

The original power guided by Dunhong easily "drilled" into the white mouse's head when the white mouse was stiff!

Strands of original power chiseled a hole as big as a date on the top of the white mouse's head.

Boiled blood flowed out of the hole.

The white mouse's brain, which was white and red, mixed with the original power. The wrinkled brain suddenly "squirmed", and the wrinkles disappeared quickly in the squirming of the brain!

--A woman's face appeared on the surface of the white mouse's brain!

White and red!

The brain was still squirming, pushing the white and red woman's face with closed eyes out of the bloody hole on the skull. At the same time, the white mouse's skin membrane, which was stained with blood, suddenly heard a series of tearing sounds!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Accompanied by the tearing sounds, the body of the white mouse was gradually stretched, and pieces of white and red dragon scales grew between the torn skin!

A pair of dragon horns also gradually grew from the forehead of the woman with closed eyes!

Bursts of cold and strange rhymes lingered here.

This ‘human-faced rat mother dragon’ has been nurtured by the ritual of offering sacrifices. If Dunhong does not have a corresponding ritual object to match it, it may dissolve and dissipate in the origin, or turn into a fierce ghost on the spot.

Dunhong and many other masters present wanted to use this ‘human-faced rat mother dragon’ as an offering to the dry claw below that may contain the ‘Pengben’!

The most critical moment is coming!

No one dared to breathe!

Dunhong stared at the dry claw inlaid with gold and silver in the copper box below without blinking, and watched the sky bead on the back of the blood-stained claw remain motionless - time passed slowly, and the ‘human-faced rat mother dragon’ hanging on the iron hook became longer and longer, gradually reaching seven feet long, and the cold ghost charm kept entangled with Dunhong. Even though he was wearing a magic weapon to protect against the ghost charm, the psychological pressure still made him feel difficult to breathe!

Will it work? !

Is it true that there is no ‘Pengben’ in the claw artifact?

Why is Pengben still silent? !

Just when Dunhong could no longer hold on and was about to ask many Duben masters to help him smash the prototype of the ‘human-faced rat mother dragon’ and start all over again -

On the square table!

The ‘Basuda Five Offerings’ placed in the Kapala bowl suddenly rotted rapidly, emitting a strong stench!

The ‘Basuda Five Offerings’ suddenly rotted rapidly, and there was only one reason - ghosts and gods enjoyed these five delicious offerings!

After the five sacrifices were corrupted, the scales of the 'human-faced rat female dragon' hanging from the iron hook were suddenly filled with spiderweb-like cracks, and the white and rosy beautiful face was covered with wrinkles. In an instant, it became old and had grown. The body, which was nearly one foot long, shrank rapidly, lost all activity in an instant, and turned into a mummy!

The cold and strange charm lingering here slowly dissipated and never grew again.

Basoda's five sacrifices and the human-faced rat and dragon mother-dragon sacrifices were all enjoyed by unknown ghosts and gods!

Atsuhiro's heart was pounding, and his eyes were instantly fixed on the withered claws in the copper box - the sacrifices were all enjoyed, and his 'Pengben' would finally wake up from silence?

Just as thoughts flashed through his mind, the dry claws in the copper box suddenly became even shriveled up.

The gold and silver threads covering the surface of the dry claws melted away in an instant, and together with the withered claws, they turned into a pool of pus. In the pus, only the six-eyed Dzi Bead lay in it, seemingly untouched. Influence.

However, the oily color of the Dzi beads faded, gradually turned gray, and later disintegrated into a pile of calcareous powder.

Before Atsuhiro could react - his vision was suddenly 'expanded' a lot - under his skin, pale green eyes grew, and those eyes flowed through his body with the original power, and Grows everywhere along the way!

Grow in his lungs, grow in his heart, grow in his bones, grow in his blood vessels!

With the help of those 'eyes', he could clearly see his own black and bright red blood, and his pink internal organs——

Looking around, the stewards who were monitoring the many slaves did not see clearly the condition of the withered claws in the copper box, but they saw the changes in the 'dragon prototype' hanging on the iron hook!

They immediately took out their hammers and chisels, grabbed the straw ropes behind the slaves' necks, and threw the slaves to the ground. The hammers and chisels in their hands were about to cut away the slaves' heavenly caps——

Dongdong! Dongdong! Dongdong!

At this moment, amidst the howling and crying all over the sky, a violent heartbeat suddenly sounded!

In the midst of this heartbeat, the stewards' hands broke the thick ropes around the slaves' necks without their own control. Then they picked up the hammer and chisel they had thrown aside and chiseled away between their eyebrows!

when!

The sound of the hammer hitting the chisel overwhelmed the sound of the chisel breaking bones!

One by one, the stewards stiffened and fell on their backs!

“Ahhhhh——”

Many Atsushi masters had not yet reacted to the incident where the stewards suddenly picked up hammers and chisels to commit suicide. Atsuhiro, who was standing at the front, suddenly turned around at this time, his expression became extremely frightened. Twisted, his arms stretched out to grasp at Master Zhongdu, like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw!

Under the exposed skin of his neck and face, there seemed to be a gloomy green light rolling. As the gloomy green light rolled, Atsuhiro's body shriveled up in an instant and turned into a skinny mummy. He fell headfirst. He fell to the ground, his bones smashed into pieces and his skin that had completely lost all moisture was scattered all over the ground!

"Atsuhiro!"

Naikang howled, pushed through the crowd and ran towards his eldest son, who had high hopes for him.

On the ground, the green light under Atsuhiro's skin disappeared.

But under the skin of Naikang and the two guards beside him, green light began to roll -

Master Zhongdu finally reacted, and dispersed with a roar, moving away from Naikangze and the two guards beside him!

"That's Master Kangze!

Stand still and don't move, don't get close to Mr. Atsuhiro! "

Master Laodu gave a stern reminder to Naikangze, and then he moved his lips and silently recited this mantra. Waves of strong and mysterious rhymes lingered around him, and the original power was involved in such strong and sinister rhymes - his entire body. The right arm fell off neatly from the shoulder, and was entangled with the fierce charm and original power. On the wrinkled skin of the arm, the faces of men and women grew out!

His arms transformed into a 'human-faced snake' with a snake's head and a dragon's tail!

After being reminded sternly by Master Lao Du, Naikang finally reacted.

He looked at Atsuhiro, who had turned into a mummy a few steps away, with a frightened look on his face, and quietly took a step back.

It was only then that he realized something was wrong with him.

He 'saw' the flesh and blood under his skin, the dirty yellow fat, and the internal organs - the fat on Naikang's face was shaking, and he looked at Master Lao Du, who was entangled by the 'human-faced snake', His lips trembled as he said: "I..."

"The silent 'origin' in that magical object seems to have revived when the noble Atsushi was not on guard.

It can hollow out a person's internal organs, flesh and blood, turning the person into a mummy and dying!

Mr. Nai Yasunze just took the initiative to approach the body of the little noble Atsushi. The "origin" that was originally lurking in the body of the little noble Atsushi, was transferred to Mr. Nai Yasunori's body when Mr. Nai Yasunze approached it! "Master Lao Du stared at Lord Naikangze and spoke in a deep voice.