Surrounded by dazzling light, Tian Deping walked into the secret room.
Dancing Horse felt nervous and stopped sawing.
The mist drifted dazzlingly in mid-air, like the white smoke left after setting off firecrackers at night.
The gap in the chain healed quickly until there was no trace left.
It seemed that we were not too far away from cutting off the chain, but in the end we fell short.
This feeling is really... terrible.
Dancing Horse has no time to be depressed and has no time to be disappointed.
He condensed the tail of the gray snake into a fan and flapped it vigorously, hoping that the white mist would dissipate as soon as possible.
On the other side, he turned his attention to the door of the secret room——
Tian Deping walked in holding something that looked like an urn.
Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to notice anything strange.
He walked to another altar, took out a piece of silk cloth, and wiped the altar several times.
"That's enough."
Wu Ma looked at the mottled blood sacrifice on his own altar, and then at the spotless one over there, thinking that he was not preparing a coffin for himself.
Tian Deping stared at the altar and flicked his fingers on the table.
The fingertips trembled slightly.
After a long time, Tian Deping turned around.
"I seemed to feel it just now,"
Tian Deping walked towards the altar, his steps light and graceful, as if he was stepping on a mass of death mist rising from the netherworld.
"Someone is calling me over here, making a fluttering sound. Isn't it you?"
Exactly. Wu Ma wanted to answer this way.
“If you are an animal, you must have the awareness to be slaughtered, disemboweled, skinned and cramped, and eaten into the stomach.
It is a sacrifice, and one must have the awareness to be carried on the altar, offered to the ancient gods, and never enter reincarnation forever.”
Tian Deping looked at the body of the dancing horse, his longing eyes like an out-of-control hungry wolf, jumping out of his almost equilateral triangle eyes,
"You should be enlightened."
Wu Ma stared at Tian Deping. What he couldn't understand was how he became a sacrifice.
To be fair, a bottomless bastard like Tian Deping should be a sacrifice.
But sometimes, God is so blind.
“I’ve been very busy and nervous during this period,”
Tian Deping tapped his fingertips on the altar twice.
It's like knocking on the door late at night.
"Of course it's also very fulfilling, so much so that I almost forgot where I picked you up.
It seems to be on a tree.
You are like a shooting star, falling from the sky and falling into the tree crown.
You fell from such a high place and nothing happened.
I have looked at it, and there is no blood, no scars, no clothes, and it is slippery all over the body - this is a miracle that can only be created by the immortal genius."
Dancing Horse couldn't control his body, but his mind was filled with goosebumps.
Wu Ma was very sure that the person standing in front of him was a complete pervert.
"At that time, I felt that you were different,"
Tian Deping looked up at the sky, looking far into the distance, as if he really saw the night sky full of stars.
"You are God's gift to us.
You are full of vitality, strong as dragons and tigers... Even the sacrifices failed to drain your flesh and blood.
More importantly, there are huge treasures hidden in your body,"
Tian Deping got closer to the altar, and his eyes turned into brooms, sweeping over the dancing horse's body over and over again.
"It's a pity that the common man is not guilty, but the man with the jade is guilty.
You have to atone for yourself.
You need to make another sacrifice.
Let the blood dry, the flesh turn, the bones break, let the treasure escape from the prison of the soul, and give it to the person who truly deserves it - you can also save a living and precious life!"