In the first space of the illustration, the image of the furbolg is clearer.
The dancing horse can even see the furbolg's eyes, which are a little crazy and full of sadness.
In the secret room, Tian Deping murmured:
"Oh, I almost forgot something."
As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from the urn and unscrewed the cap. A faint smell of blood emitted from it.
“This is the final preparation for tonight’s sacrifice—
In other words, your soul can leave."
His voice became very soft, making people want to obey.
Dancing Horse calmed his mind and refused to listen.
Tian Deping forced him to open his mouth and pointed the mouth of the bottle at his throat.
There was a drop of bright red blood swaying at the mouth of the bottle.
Dancing Horse suddenly had a strong premonition——
If the blood falls, it will be doomed.
"don't want!"
Dance horse brain teaser.
If the head were turned into a motor, the speed would definitely exceed 4,000 rpm.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Ma thought of countless ways, including building an atomic bomb.
But there's only one thing he can really do -
He sank his consciousness into the illustrated book and injected the gray mist crazily into the eyes of the furbolg.
On the scroll, the furbolg's eyes became blurry.
Tian Deping blinked.
His vision was so blurry that he couldn't even see clearly where the mouth was.
He lifted the vial and the drops of blood receded.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
Dancing Horse breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't dare to stop, and the gray mist kept pouring into the furbolg's eyes.
After a moment of blur, the eyes on the scroll became clear again. No matter how much the dancing horse controlled the gray snake, it was of no avail.
Tian Deping opened his eyes without blinking.
The sacrifice on the stone platform still had its mouth wide open. Tian Deping picked up the vial and tilted it down again.
"It's over this time, I haven't done anything yet." Wu Ma thought.
Tian Deping suddenly stopped what he was doing.
He clutched his chest, his face turned pale, and he hesitated for a moment.
In Dancing Horse's eyes, this moment was extremely long and full of deathly silence.
He could even hear Tian Deping's slow and melancholy breathing.
Tian Deping lifted the vial and murmured:
"Am I too anxious?
The final preparations should be left to the last moment, so that her blood will be fresher.
The sacrifices also need to be fresh enough, right?"
He muttered and put away the vial.
He glanced at the dancing horse and then looked deeply at the altar on the other side.
After a long time, he left the secret room without looking back.
…
After Tian Deping left, the gray snake dancing on the horse softened into a puddle.
Regardless of whether it was his own efforts that made Tian Deping change his mind. At least, Wu Ma retained his last hope.
After the death threat was temporarily lifted, Wu Ma noticed that the ointment was still moisturizing his body.
In the flesh and blood of the dancing horse, the ointment is like a piece of sugar dropped into the boiling water, melting quickly, and the sugar water scatters, feeding the gray snake, like mother's milk suckling a baby.
As a sacrifice, the dancing horse becomes more and more qualified.
Just like the animals in the slaughterhouse must be fat.
Dancing Horse has rarely been so energetic in his life. The last time was back to the day when the U.S. stock market crashed for the fifth time.
The gray snake is also becoming taller and denser.
The dancing horse once again condensed the tail of the gray snake into a saw, and cut the chain with a squeaking sound.
Smoke suddenly rose like a wave, and a thin opening was sawed open in the chain again.
The gray snake's tail became thinner, but soon more gray mist was added, making the tail denser and the saw sharper.
The gap in the chain tried to heal, but sawing made its efforts futile.
I don’t know how much time passed, but just when Wu Ma felt that his consciousness was about to be swallowed up by a wave of pain——
With a "click", the chain broke, like a snake, lying limply on the altar.
At this moment, the white mist dissipated, as if a breeze blew by, taking away the power that imprisoned the dancing horse.
The dancing horse seems to be able to move again.
He tried to get up, but his body was very weak - he could wiggle his fingers, but it was too difficult to lift his legs and stretch his arms.
The energy provided by the ointment was probably used to saw through the chains.
"I knew it,"
Wu Ma opened his eyes and looked at the textured roof in a daze, "It's not that simple."
The plan to kill the guards of the county government with bare hands and then jump over the wall to escape was completely failed.
Finding a place to hide seems unrealistic.
Although he still refused to give up, Wu Ma had to admit that the greatest hope he had always held in his heart was wiped out at this moment.
The most critical issue is that there is not much time left for dancing horses.
The secret room was dark and silent, much like a morgue or a morgue.
The dancing horse smelled the smell of death.
It was a faint stench emanating from a body that seemed to be intact on the surface but was about to rot on the inside.
The dancing horse heard the footsteps of death, from far to near, each step was ethereal, but the rhythm was even and steady, and the will was firm, as if even gods and Buddhas could not stop it.
Is it time to give up?
The dancing horse shook the snake's tail.
It's really funny, even when ten thousand corpses were pressing on me, Dancing Horse never gave up. It's early now, and there are a million things to do if you're early.