A blood-stained ring slid out of Soshiyang's chest, and the sharp blade that was about to approach his forehead finally solidified in mid-air.
The mysterious dark spirit clan stared at the ring blankly, then bent down and held it in his hand.
"you--"
It raised its head, looked at Soshiyang's bloody face, and whispered:
"You are back... are you back?"
This ring was passed down by the Soshiyang family. According to his father's notes, the mark on it came from their ancestors who escaped from Ulano.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly realized that this existence may be related to his ancient family.
"Alexei, Alexei...ah, yeah, how did I forget, you are their descendants."
"Who are you?"
The Spirit Clan let go of his hand and stood up straight again.
"Come with me, this is what I owe you."
Soshiyang struggled to stand up, and the wound on his body made every move accompanied by pain. Although he did not trust this alien, he still wanted to know what the other party was selling.
Suddenly, the spirit race stopped and looked back at Soshiyang's waist.
"Close that thing."
Soshiyang was stunned for a while, then tied the book back with chains, and the singing disappeared again.
He followed the other person through the hall and came to a circular space where there was nothing but an altar.
Something was tied to the altar, and when it realized that someone was approaching, the creature tried to raise its head from the altar.
The silver chains jingled as it moved, and the symbols on the altar emitted a brighter light, and the white candles lit up a steady green light at the edge of their sight, but they did not dispel the darkness in the room at all.
The only real light is the cold light emitted from the dark spiritual mask, and the light emitted from the creature bound by chains.
Soshiyan looked at the thing carefully, its limbs bent as the joints grew, and the shoulders had black feathers and arthropods, fangs and red eyes without eyelids expanded from the face, and its bones wrapped in amber translucent skin.
In the deformed body, many organs floated like jellyfish, and wisps of red light formed their blood vessels.
The creature struggled for a second before falling onto the altar, which twitched its face and hissed at the two.
Soshiyan could feel something scratching the edge of his thoughts, like an insect in a box, trying to be released.
This seems to be a demon, but it is different.
"This is not the so-called low-level thing of the devil."
As if you could see through Soshiyang's thinking, the spiritual race let out a low laugh, and at the same time the moisture in its breath turned into frost, passing through the air filled with spiritual power.
The creature hissed and tried to break free from the chains again.
“It’s much more advanced.”
He said, then closed his eyes for a few seconds and seemed really tired.
Then, the Spirit Clan cut open its chest at some point and opened an amber-shaped heart from it.
When he saw it, Soshiyang's eyes felt a tingling, and a series of inexplicable words formed in his brain, causing him to subconsciously take a step back.
"What's this?"
The Spirituals did not answer, and the smell of decay like a tomb was filled with the air, and he walked towards the creature on the altar.
It retreated, and the iron thorn pricked out of its flesh, and every eye of it was staring at the heart of the spiritual race's hands.
Generally speaking, demons do not feel fear because they cannot feel anything considered emotions. They are the emotions themselves, the condensation of hatred, desire and anger, and only want to destroy the mortal world that created them.
So they are not afraid, just as fish will not be drowned.
But rules and competition run through every line of their existence, unbreakable and undeniable.
Because of this nature, some things cannot even stand themselves.
"It's over after so many years of lingering."
The spirit race walked to the altar and looked down at the monster. This sentence seemed to be muttering to oneself again.
It didn't move at all, and for a moment, it was almost like a living thing.
Then he pressed those hearts into the chest of the thing,
The creature on the altar struggled toward the top, screaming and twitching its limbs, and its skin continued to stretch.
The chain tensed with a snap, the statue shone on the altar, the spirits uttered a light word, and the heart immediately penetrated into the creature's torso, and the broken flesh burst out, and the greasy black mist and crying sounds overlapped in the air.
The creature was trembling, its flesh was covered with blisters, and its protruding blood vessels also condensed into black rot.
"come over."
The spirit race turned around and looked at Soshiyang.
"do what?"
Soshiyan looked at the altar vigilantly, it was like an evil ceremony.
“Eat it.”
"ah?"
"I said, I ate it."
Soshiyang widened his eyes.
"Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
"I didn't say I asked you to eat it with your mouth."
The Spirit said coldly:
"You are seriously injured now. If you don't eat it, you can't walk down."
Soshiyang walked slowly next to the struggling monster, staring at it with a frown, and he could feel a sub-space stench spreading.
“What the hell is it?”
"A fool who once called himself God, put your hands on it."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of something.
"You know the grey!?"
"Hmph, do you often feel inexplicable emptiness?"
"you--"
This is a secret of Soshiyang. Since the gray marrow spread to his whole body, he often feels inexplicable emptiness. This emptiness is not spiritual boredom or physiological, but simple nothingness. He even feels that he is just a body.
But he had never told anyone about this, but just buried his anxiety deep in his heart.
"I don't care what you call that alien power, but I can only tell you that it is the most thirsty existence in reality. If you don't satisfy it, you will be unable to control it one day."
"What can't be controlled?"
The spirit clan sneered several times.
"I can't control myself and eat everyone around you."
"this--"
"Okay, put your hands on now."
Soshiyang hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly pressed his hand on the struggling thing.
The next moment, silver thread as fine as a spider web gushed out of his hand, wrapping up the existence.
Soon, it stopped struggling, and a new force surged into his body. The feeling was extremely wonderful and almost intoxicated, but he immediately reminded himself not to be blinded by the senses.
He turned his attention to his body and found that all the wounds had healed, and even the Terminator armor was repaired completely. A new force surged in his blood vessels, causing his bones to creak.
More than ten seconds later, a sense of satisfaction filled his soul, making Soshiyang sigh.
Then the silver threads disappeared, and only a pile of smoked black remains were left on the altar.
"You're-"
Soshiyang turned around and wanted to figure out what the purpose of this spiritual race was, but found that the other party had disappeared, leaving only a constant echoing sound in the air.
"Go home, the lost son... Remember... Never... let them escape..."
Suddenly, Soshiyang felt a dizzy turn. When he thought he was about to faint again, he found that everything had disappeared, the altar disappeared, and the room disappeared, and he stood in a collapsed hall surrounded by collapsed columns and decaying statues.