Two hands stretched out, like a very solemn ceremony.
A series of obscure spells.
He kept reading it out of his mouth.
"In the name of my most supreme God ..."
"Give you the most loyal believer ..."
"Ability to gain insight into the world and the past and the future ..."
Those eighty-one are like oil lamps that have been silent for countless years.
Suddenly, at this moment, flames were ignited at the same time!
Every flame is dark in color.
With extremely fascinating brilliance.
As long as people see it, their eyes will not move away.
The lights fluttered quickly.
Swaying in the air.
The old man shouted.
"flutter!"
The hat on his head suddenly flew up.
Under the hat, every hair stood upright.
The hat was blown to pieces in a flash.
Every blood vessel on his face burst out one by one.
There was a very painful moan in his throat.
Then a sip of blood spurted out.
His blood was sprayed in the air and did not fall.
It was like being pulled by some strange force.
The small blood beads divided into drops dripped in the air.
Into different shapes and colors.
Eighty-one flames.Start to light and dark.
Formed, it looks like an ancient text that is extremely obscure and difficult to understand.
The old man trembled all the time.
It seems like he is enduring great pain.
Then he opened his eyes desperately.
Look carefully at the text that appears in front of you.
One ... two ... three ...
As if he had spent all his energy, he finally read all the words.
Then, on his face, a very horrified expression appeared!
"How could this be?"
"According to God's revelation, she should not be a person in this world at all!"
"impossible!"
"She is obviously the descendant of that person!"
"Why doesn't it exist in the past reincarnation?"
A dark voice suddenly rang from his side.
It was an old woman with a black cloak all over her body covered in darkness.
She murmured and made a crow-like laughter.
"I've already said that our spells couldn't be missed."
"Her mother died under our spell."
"She herself, because of our curse, has a weak life, and can't live at all sixteen years old!"
The old man's voice trembled and said, "Yes, we all think so. But she has already passed her 16th birthday now, and she is still alive!"
The old woman made a grotesque laugh.
"Then unless it is, someone will help her-to change her life!"
"However, she is destined to have a catastrophe. We can use spells to regain her life!"
"Hehehe ... as long as she is cut off. In this world, there is no trace of blood, and we can be right with us!"
"Do it!"
"puff!"
The old man spurted blood again.
It differentiated into countless blood beads and landed on eighty-one oil lamps.
Then, countless black flames all floated up.
Strange is like a group of demons dancing.
The two sat face to face.
He kept whispering in his mouth.
"In the name of my most honest believer ..."
"Sacrifice best given by my Lord ..."
"Please devour her most chaste life ..."