The ground was damp and there was thick moss growing on the stone slabs.
Tick tock, tick tock..
In the eerily quiet room, the sound of water droplets splashing on the ground could be clearly heard.
There were two people standing inside the room.
A black-robed Taoist priest held a red wooden sword in his hand, and held the wrist of the person next to him with his other hand. The blade of the red wooden sword was pressed against his fingertips. With just a slight stroke, the skin would be torn apart.
The woman standing next to the Taoist priest is also wearing a black robe.
Most of his face was surrounded by a black scarf.
There is a long red scar on the small part of the face that is exposed, near the eyebrow.
Like, cut out by a knife.
And it is extremely powerful.
If the force was not strong, it would never have been possible to cut such a deep wound, which was almost close to the bone.
There are already three visible wounds like this, and the remaining parts that are covered up can be imagined to have even more scars.
Although there are scars on her face, the woman's eyes are beautiful.
The eyes are dark and bright, filled with mist.
It's just that such a pair of beautiful eyes are distorted by strong hatred, making people feel scared when looking at them.
The woman's entire body was wrapped in black.
There is a small wooden table in front of where the Taoist priest stands.
There is a jar on the table.
The jar seemed to contain some kind of living thing. The living thing was struggling inside, and the jar began to shake, as if it would fall to the ground at any time and fall into pieces.
There is a charm stuck on the strange jar.
The handwriting on the talisman was scrawled and weird, and I couldn't make out what it was written on.
The masked woman in black stared straight at the jar, nodded without thinking, "I've already thought about it, Taoist Priest, let's do it."
The black-robed Taoist priest nodded, closed his eyes, and muttered a long string of characters in his mouth. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and with a swipe of the wooden sword, the blade easily cut through the tender flesh.
A drop of blood fell on the yellow talisman paper.
The jar shook even more fiercely, and a faint, strange, creepy sound came from the lunatic on the altar.
All the blood dripping on the talisman paper seemed to have grown legs. It condensed drop by drop from the paper, forming a small stream of blood that penetrated along the gap in the altar lid.
The jar suddenly emitted bursts of excited and excited roars, like the sounds of wild beasts, but much scarier than the sounds of wild beasts.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The woman in black seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and her body was crumbling.
"alright."
The black-robed Taoist priest's sword moved away from her wrist.
The sword blade left her body, and the cut wound on the woman's wrist miraculously healed at an incredible speed.
The wound...is intact.
There was no sign that he had been cut by a sword at all.
"Taoist Master, is it okay?" The woman's hoarse and low voice contained a hint of urgency.
The black-robed Taoist stroked his beard, took back his sword, took the hilt and knocked on the jar twice. The still shaking porcelain jar quickly stabilized.
"Don't be too happy, this is just the first step."
"Evil spirits have not rejected your blood. You have met the first requirement."
The woman ignored the discomfort and dizziness caused by the large amount of blood loss, and only wanted to know the answer, "Taoist Priest, can you tell me what I need to do to make the evil spirit completely accept me and be driven by me?"