"Uh-huh... It seems like these things haven't been finished yet... Uh-huh..."
Old Quincy, who was retching, took two steps back and away from the square dining table decorated with human body parts. The tablecloth on the dining table was covered with dark brown patches, which seemed to be deliberately dyed red with blood.
Lester turned around to look, only to find that Heidi was right. The bone tableware and lampstand on the dining table did not seem to have been carefully polished. Some of the foot bones were even used as knives and forks, placed next to the bowl where the skull was grinded.
Just make up the numbers.
Looking at the other objects and decorations, every blasphemous object has more or less flaws that are difficult to ignore, and even the placement of the objects reveals a sense of urgency to "rush to work".
Unlike the Heidi who couldn't stop vomiting, Lester only frowned in such an environment. Lester with a solemn face walked around in a circle from beginning to end and found nothing of value.
On the contrary, a gray skeleton holding a bone flute on a high circular platform directly in front of him made Lester a little concerned. Judging from the way the skeleton stood, it seemed that the skeleton was playing with a bone flute during his lifetime.
Mosley was called, and Lester asked.
"Is your energy crystal responding?"
"Judging from the flash frequency of the energy crystal, I'm afraid something related to the crystal is here..."
While the two were talking, Old Quincy, who was paralyzed on the ground and extremely weak, felt that the woman's resentful wailing in his ears was getting louder and louder, almost as if it was right next to his own ears, with nowhere to hide.
Suddenly, he found that the messy sounds coming from around him, together with the woman's wailing, disappeared instantly. His blank gaze swept across the surrounding environment, and Old Quincy's eyes shrank.
He came to the place of unfinished blasphemy.
I don't know when, hundreds of figures with unclear faces appeared around me. Everyone was walking in a hurry, holding a knife or some sharp nails in their hands, and placed some normal decorations on various places.
at.
This situation lasted until a person holding a crimson gem came in. In an instant, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their bodies towards the person holding the gem like a stiff puppet, watching that person
People walk onto a circular platform.
Wanting to see the man's face clearly, Old Quincy found that his actions were in vain. The face that seemed to be crying but not crying, but also smiling but not smiling appeared in front of him in the most terrifying form like a dream demon.
All he saw was a ghostly face, and that ghostly face was still staring at him, becoming more and more terrifying.
Old Quincy, whose heart almost stopped, finally gave up the idea of looking directly in the eyes and briefly moved his gaze to Ghostface's chest.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he just felt that Grimace's chest was a little bulging, like a woman's breasts.
Everything in front of him was indescribably weird. Old Quincy, unable to move, could only control his perspective and witness the horrors of the past from the perspective of a bystander.
Then, the woman moved.
In Old Quincy's horrified eyes, the fist-sized gem was swallowed by the woman who tore her mouth open and got stuck in her throat. Blood flowed from her lips and damaged throat. The woman's mouth seemed to be speaking.
After a while, the woman reached into her throat and took out a bone flute about 13 centimeters long. The bulging throat also calmed down.
Old Quincy didn't know if the bone flute was a certain bone in a woman's body. He just had a premonition that the most terrifying thing was about to happen.
A strange flute sound appeared in my ears.
Sure enough, as the woman on the high platform began to play the bone flute, the static scenes in the audience also began to flow. Horrible scenes appeared in various places. Looking at it with nausea and fear, Old Quincy felt cold all over and his heart beat faster.
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Most of the dark style decorations and utensils are made of hundreds of living people present, some are cutting themselves, some are helping others, just like sacrifices, everyone is trying to be a part of this feast
The most eye-catching and perfect one, but unfortunately there are only a few who can perfectly sew themselves into decorations and blend into the darkness. Most of them stop abruptly when they are about to be completed, and are forcibly made into their own works of art by another person.
The dark creation activity using human body and flesh and blood as materials lasted for three days and three nights with the sound of the flute, and old Quincy was already numb.
In the second half of the time, in Old Quincy's empty sight, the living people active in the place had turned into dozens of white skeletons that had been shaved clean of flesh and blood and were not used as materials. They moved gracefully to the sound of the flute.
Dancing gracefully, the skeletons slowly approached the player on the high platform.
The clothes were cut open by a sharp blade. Through his bleeding eyes, Old Quincy saw the white soft flesh and confirmed that the player was a plump and beautiful woman. It had nothing to do with lust. Old Quincy only felt that such a body was not perfect.
Needs some more perfect processing.
Any flesh and blood is superfluous.
The sound of the playing did not stop, but the flesh and blood was slowly peeled off by the sharp instrument. The player let out a woman's painful wail. His almost stagnant thinking ability made old Quincy not quite understand why the woman was still in pain while playing.
the sound of.
No, it should be, why can't there be a more painful cry? The knife that penetrates the bone marrow is not strong enough...
How can a cry that is not full of despair be worthy of this beautiful dark feast?
Finally, the player turned into a skeleton exactly like the others in the duet of flute and wailing. It seemed that some mysterious reaction had occurred, with the player's flesh and blood as the core and the bodies of dozens of skeletons as symbols.
The sacrifice, a magic circle with crimson as the main color and engraved with an unknown language, appeared on the circular platform where the player stood.
The bones were arranged in different postures, forming a variety of evil hell characters. After being connected by the flowing flesh and blood, a dazzling light burst out, and a vicious voice came from the light. Old Quincy
Wild laughter was heard.
"safv!"
Old Quincy, bleeding from all his orifices, read out the words of hell that he could read, but the voice belonged to a woman.
When he opened his eyes, he wanted to cry, but she knew that she still had things to do.
"Viyas!"
"Old Quincy, what are you crazy about??"
Finally suppressing his nausea, Cozmo looked at Old Quincy, who was speaking an unknown language, with a puzzled look on his face.
Just hearing this kind of language made him feel severely uncomfortable and dizzy.
The old Heidi ignored Cozmo's intention and walked straight towards the skeleton on the high platform.
"Old Quincy?? What's wrong with you?"
Lester was attracted by Cosmo's voice and immediately saw old Quincy who was about to climb up the platform, but he had no intention of stopping him.
The exploration in the ruins has come to an end. Apart from the food growing area, the only place that may be valuable is here. Naturally, he will not prevent the coming mutation.
"The show is about to begin. Sure enough, the key point is the skeleton and the skeleton's bone flute. It was the right decision not to let Shia and Yin Fulin come over. The evil power here is definitely related to the bad land!"
