Soon, the blonde beauty disappeared from Ning Chen's sight, but under the induction of Ning Chen's spiritual sense, there were three women with some cultivation nearby, sitting or standing around him, pretending to be passers-by.
appearance.
"You don't even have the first level of Qi Refining, and you still dare to spy on me blatantly. I really don't know what to say." Ning Chen sneered, put down the cup, got up and left, and walked into a nearby hotel under the surveillance of the three people behind him.
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A few hours later, in an ordinary apartment, the blonde beauty received a call.
"Jessica, he entered the hotel on London West Street, not far from Christina, and never came out again."
"Very good, please continue to monitor me. If you find anything, please contact me at any time."
The blonde beauty hung up the phone, showed a smile, opened the handbag next to her, and took a look inside. The magical yellow paper was sitting quietly inside.
The blonde beauty, Jessica, closed the handbag and said to herself, "Everything goes well, I hope this thing is useful, so that the witch can grant more miracles."
Jessica took out her mobile phone and sent messages to several people to confirm the evening gathering, "Tonight, sacrifice!"
After finishing the work, Jessica cleaned herself up and went to a quiet room next door.
The quiet room is not big and has a lot of things, but the most eye-catching thing is a bulge on the table that is covered with blood-colored satin.
Jessica uncovered the silk, revealing a bronze statue underneath. The bronze statue was more than 20 centimeters high. It was a girl with her hands clasped, kneeling on her knees, wearing a nun's uniform. She seemed to be praying, and she looked both
Peaceful and sacred.
Jessica knelt on her knees in the quiet room in the same posture, clasped her hands together, and murmured, "Great witch Illya, your spirit is extremely powerful. I follow the miracles you gave me to train my spirit.
, looking forward to your coming to earth again!”
Jessica seemed to start her own practice at the same time, and invisible mental fluctuations began to surge and began to grow at an imperceptible speed.
Soon, Jessica opened her eyes tiredly. It seemed that she had reached her limit. She walked to the kitchen with strength, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle that seemed to be red wine. Without a wine glass, she opened the cork.
Pour it into your mouth.
The viscous red liquid gurgled down, and under the operation of the technique, Jessica's expression gradually improved, and she finally regained some energy.
"Refining gods with blood is a crooked way and wastes a lot of power. What the hell, a refrigerator full of blood, a murderous maniac.
But if you just want blood, Sun Zeyan is no different from other ordinary people. It seems that the focus is tonight's sacrifice. I'll go, I'm a genius, it's really a sacrifice."
At a corner not far from the apartment, Ning Chen was observing everything with his spiritual sense.
It stands to reason that spiritual consciousness detection is actually a two-way discovery process, but Jessica's cultivation level is really too low. She can't feel Ning Chen's spiritual consciousness at all, let alone discover Ning Chen.
Waiting until after nine o'clock in the evening, Jessica once again made sure that Ning Chen ordered some food and brought it to the room. Finally, she felt relieved, picked up a backpack, and drove out of the apartment.
What she didn't know was that Ning Chen was following her closely dozens of meters underground.
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In the northern suburbs of London, to the north of an ordinary community, there is a simple, even somewhat dilapidated, small church. This is just a community church, open only on weekends, and is surrounded by the homes of some ordinary residents, and
The distribution is extremely scattered, and at night, almost no one can be seen.
But in fact, even the priest of the church didn't know that there was a crypt under the church that was much more spacious than the one above, because every time the crypt was used, the beautiful little nun next to him would use her spiritual power to put him to sleep.
One night, have a good sleep.
It was the same today. The priest started dozing off after dinner. He thought he didn't sleep well in the afternoon, so he climbed into bed around eight o'clock and fell into a deep sleep.
The nun turned around, put on a black cloak, opened the door of the church, and guided several cars approaching from a distance into the church's dedicated parking lot.
The entrance to the crypt is in the nun's bedroom, which is to avoid being discovered by others to the greatest extent.
Holding candlesticks, more than a dozen women, all in the early stages of Qi refining, wore black cloaks, gradually descended along the wooden stairs, and filed into the basement, faintly illuminating the dark basement.
The basement is very large. There are several huge load-bearing columns in the space of more than 300 square meters. The walls are carved with rough murals and seemingly mysterious patterns. There are many candlesticks as high as one person placed everywhere, which are occupied by the female cultivators one after another.
ignite.
In the center of the basement, a little to the north, there is a long table. The original color of the table can no longer be seen because it has been stained with countless layers of blood. At one end of the table, there is an extremely simple table.
The bronze candlestick, judging from its style and manufacturing techniques, seems to be an old object from hundreds of years ago.
In addition, in the corridor connecting the entrance to the basement, there was a humanoid creature that was tightly tied with thick hemp rope and covered with a black sack hood. Hearing the dense footsteps, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Get up, if it weren't for the tape on his mouth, he might have already asked for mercy.
That day, the blond beauty reached out to take her cell phone, and then smiled seductively at herself. Then Sun Zeyan felt like his brain was dizzy and he didn't know anything anymore.
When he regained consciousness, everything was dark in front of him, and he felt like his whole body was tied up with hemp ropes, and he couldn't move.
Sun Zeyan was frightened. Unfortunately, he could neither move nor make a sound. He could only wait quietly for the goddess of fate to pronounce her sentence. Fortunately, in his remaining memory, he still remembered that Ning Chen promised to send it to the blonde beauty.
A talisman of nourishment in exchange for one's own freedom.
"Brother, master, god, you must send it, and don't lose the order for this express delivery. No matter which courier you are, I hope God will bless you. Please deliver it faster!"
Soon after, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from above. It seemed that many people were walking down together.
"Hey, is he awake?"
"His mental strength is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people. It stands to reason that he should be asleep until tomorrow morning."
"Jessica, is this person the sacrifice tonight?"
"It depends on the situation. If the Chinese talisman in my hand works, its value will be much greater than imagined."
Sun Zeyan was shocked. The last person's voice was that of the blonde beauty. From what she meant, Ning Chen had already sent the talisman?