It looked like it was made of feathers. It was as long as a sword. There were drops of blood on it and some characters were painted on it.
Rong Xiyue couldn't understand these characters, but Qingliu couldn't understand them either.
"Today, you two will become the ninety-eighth generation couple of Qingmen and be recorded in the book."
The priest didn't talk nonsense at all. After glancing at Rong Xiyue and Qingliu with his empty eyes, he slowly spoke and said, taking the thing made of feathers in his hand and looking at Rong Xiyue.
There were scratches on Xiyue and Qingliu's bodies.
Rong Xiyue didn't notice anything at first, but when she looked down, she saw that after the feather-like thing scratched her wrist, a small mark appeared, which was a cyan mark i. It looked like
It is a miniature version of the Mark of Warcraft.
And the clothes on my body also have some pictures that seem to have been printed and dyed for a long time.
It's so complicated that at first glance, you can't tell what it is.
However, although this skeleton priest is just a skeleton, the voice sounds very nice, moving and magnetic, but a little cold, as indifferent as having experienced vicissitudes of life.
The voice sounded very young.
I don't know what he looked like before he turned into a skeleton.
Rong Xiyue actually felt a little regretful that she had not seen the priest's former appearance, he should have been very graceful and unparalleled.
Rong Xiyue didn't listen at all to what the skeleton priest said later.
After all, I couldn’t understand the language he spoke behind Jiligulu at all.
On the contrary, Qing Liu always had a serious face. When he heard the last part, his brows furrowed and he glanced at Rong Xiyue before moving away.
It was precisely because of that glance that Rong Xiyue was a little confused in her heart. What did the many ancient sayings behind the skeleton priest mean?
After another time of about one stick of incense, the sacrificial ceremony came to an end. The priest stood aside, motionless, and stopped talking.
"Come, follow me."
Rong Xiyue also wanted to ask Qingliu what it meant. When he wanted to do what he wanted to do next, Qingliu came over, pointed inside, and motioned for Rong Xiyue to follow him.
Outside the sacrificial hall is a very tall furnace, and inside is a dark hall. After the skeleton priest finished speaking, he stood aside, apparently letting Rong Xiyue and Qingliu go in directly.
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Qingliu is in front, Rong Xiyue is behind.
The sacrificial hall looked dark, and the moment he stepped inside, Rong Xiyue felt a very uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
And after they all stepped in, the door of the priest's hall behind them was closed at once.
The originally dark sacrificial hall inside suddenly became brighter, illuminating the entire priestly hall. Once the inside of the hall was illuminated, it was clear what was inside.
Rong Xiyue was really shocked when she saw everything around her brightened up.
On the walls on both sides of the hall, there are crystal coffins erected one after another. Inside the coffins lies a man and a woman. Because they are erected, these men and women seem to be standing inside the coffins with their eyes closed.
The clothes those people were wearing were exactly what Rong Xiyue and Qingliu were wearing now. The only difference was the patterns on their bodies, which might be different and not as complicated as what they were wearing.
There are coffins like this on the surrounding walls.
These people were obviously dead, and then they were placed in this crystal coffin and placed here.
Looking at the clothes they were wearing, Rong Xiyue didn't think too much and guessed the identities of these people. They were probably the same as her and Qingliu, and they were former young masters and young ladies in the Qingmen.
Perhaps, they all died after their failure, and then the bodies were recovered and placed here.
If every generation has to hold a sacrificial ceremony, I am afraid that everyone here has been like himself and Qingliu, and has seen their appearance here. They have not really experienced life and death, but
Know your possible consequences in advance.
The people in Qingmen are really cruel.
Rong Xiyue continued to walk forward, but saw Qingliu stopping in front of a crystal coffin. He looked at the woman inside the crystal coffin with a somewhat unpredictable expression.
"This should be my predecessor."
Qingliu's statement was very certain. Rong Xiyue looked at the woman and couldn't see any difference between her and the other women in the crystal coffins. Everyone in the crystal coffins here seemed to be sleeping, with smooth skin.
, so the year and month cannot be determined.
"The decorations on her clothes are the same as the decorations you and I had before we experienced the ceremony."
Qingliu knew that Rong Xiyue didn't know, so he replied behind. Rong Xiyue followed Qingliu's gaze and then looked at her clothes. Sure enough, she saw that she was with the person in the coffin.
The clothes of this one are the closest, but her chest has some more decorations than the woman with the coffin.
"We are only allowed to succeed and not fail. If we fail, we will become the people in this crystal coffin. So far, no one has been spared."
Qingliu paused, and his tone was very firm. It was an extreme desire to survive. No matter who saw the scene here, they couldn't help but think about how to survive and avoid being trapped in the crystal coffin.
One member.
Only by succeeding, can this fettered life be released, and will no longer have to continue to be the person who Qingmen has high hopes for, the young master of Qingmen who has been trained in a fixed way and has no self.
Oh no, it's Miss Qingmen.
"That's inevitable."
Rong Xiyue snorted and was noncommittal. No matter what method she used, she had to get through the door. No one could kill her wish.
And when the time comes, your dreams and wishes will surely come true.
In the center of the front of the sacrificial hall, there is a tall golden chair with no one on it. It is magnificent and magnificent, representing power.
"That will be the place where this successful person will sit. The previous ninety-seven generations were all unsuccessful."
Qingliu couldn't help but explain something later, and Rong Xiyue nodded unconsciously.
"Then the priest will let us see what the inside of this hall looks like? Let us come inside to see the dead?"
Rong Xiyue's focus is not on these crystal coffins, nor on the splendid seat at the top. Her focus is,