Yuqiongyin Chapter 487 ⑨ Fantasy: A Dying Mad Girl & a Scheming Young Man Who Is a Drug Candidate (3

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Feng Chenning was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He struggled desperately, but he could not move. He could only watch the cold light of the blade flashing.

"Back then, the village was destroyed because it stopped offering sacrifices and angered the gods. Now, with your blood, you can appease the gods' anger and ensure peace from now on."

The man in black stood aside and said coldly, with no mercy in his eyes.

Feng Chenning looked helpless as she lowered her eyes, but a hint of sneer quietly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The ceremony gradually reached its climax, the black-robed priest muttered something, and the ancient spell echoed in the secret room.

At the end of the sacrificial text, Feng Chenning's body was filled with blood and energy, and the altar was shaking, as if a mysterious power was about to break out of the ground. Everyone showed ecstasy, prostrated themselves on the ground, and shouted "God's grace is coming."

At the moment the blade cut through the flesh and blood oozed out, there was a sudden movement in the secret room and a gust of wind rushed in from nowhere.

Blood trickled down from the wound on his wrist and gathered in the dark, dried blood trough at his feet. It was a sacrifice prepared for the "Ceremony of Divine Revelation", using pure blood to awaken the sleeping god and ask for supreme power and protection.

With a few "clangs", the candles were extinguished at the same time, and the secret room instantly became as dark as ink, with only the whistling sound of the wind.

A few strands of hair were lifted by the wind and brushed across Feng Chenning's frosty face in the center of the altar.

Beneath her distant black eyebrows, her pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes are like a deep pool in the cold night, bottomless and chilling to the bone.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it did not reach his eyes. It was like the cold light flashing on a sharp blade, which was frightening.

At this moment, Feng Chenning flashed like a ghost, snatched the dagger from the black-clothed man's hand, and stabbed the black-clothed man's throat with a flash of cold light.

The man in black opened his eyes wide, and before fear could fully spread across his face, the sharp blade had already penetrated his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the hot blood beads splashed onto Feng Chenning's face, like evil flowers blooming in the dark night.

She had no sign of panic at all, and laughed even more wantonly. Against the backdrop of the blood, her laugh looked like a Shura appearing in the world.

The thin man in black robe at the side reacted, screamed at the top of his lungs, and retreated in panic, knocking over the offerings placed behind him. He reached out to touch the dagger at his waist, but his fingers were shaking so much that he could not move them.

Feng Chenning would never give him a chance. He tapped the table with his toes, used the force to fly forward, and kicked the half-drawn dagger in the black-robed thin man's hand away.

He slashed his chest with a dagger, his skin and flesh rolled up, his internal organs vaguely visible.

The thin man in black robe knelt on the ground with a plop, covering his wounds with both hands, breathing heavily, his eyes pleading for mercy.

Feng Chenning looked down at him, the dagger slashed along his neck and cheek, blood dripping down, she said coldly: "You didn't spare me just now, have you ever thought about the current situation?"

After saying that, he cut his throat with a dagger, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He kicked him hard on the temple again, and the thin man in black robe tilted his body and died.

The rest of the people seemed to have just woken up from their dreams and stood up to resist.

Two people saw that the situation was not good and tried to chant a spell to stabilize the situation, but Feng Chenning would never give them the chance. The dagger pierced their throats, and the spell stopped abruptly, leaving only a "cluck" gasp.

The rest of the people rushed towards her, but Feng Chenning was not afraid at all. She shuttled among the crowd, her figure as nimble as a snake, and the dagger in her hand flew like a deadly butterfly. Wherever she passed, blood splattered and blood mist filled the air.

An old man in a black robe tried to punch him, relying on his kung fu skills. Feng Chenning dodged sideways and grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard. With a "crack", the wrist bone broke.

Only the black-robed old man screamed, and Feng Chenning took advantage of the situation to stab the dagger into his abdomen, stirring it violently. Looking at the black-robed old man's distorted face, she murmured: "Old thing, you have come to this day, you were there too."

The dagger was pulled out and then driven straight into his chest. The old man in black robe grabbed around with his hands and spit out blood, as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, liver, and lungs.

Before he died, he saw Feng Chenning's face, which was full of hatred but beautiful and cold, and fear filled his eyes.

The wind rushed in and blew out most of the candles. The secret room was dark and chaotic, with only a few candles lingering on, illuminating the corpses and pools of blood on the ground. The blood flowed into streams, and the bloody smell spread in the air, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Feng Chenning's hair was disheveled, with blood dripping down her cheeks and splashing on her plain skirt, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, so beautiful, sad and resolute.

"How come, the sacrifice failed again this time?"

She stood in the secret room and looked around, with that smile still on her face, like a devil returning from hell bathed in blood.

The stone platform in the center of the secret room is the core of the sacrifice. The exquisitely carved stone platform was originally engraved with prayer runes, but now the runes are covered and eroded by thick blood. After the blood dried, it formed dark scabs, which meandered down along the cracks in the stone.

The statue should have been solemn and dignified, but now it was broken into several pieces, with the remains scattered all over the platform.

The god's face was split in two, and the empty eye sockets were filled with dead silence. It was like the golden paint peeling off the body, mixed in the pool of blood, mottled and colorful, the broken body witnessed the collapse of the former reverence.

The sacrifices on the ground were in a mess, the livestock's viscera were overflowing, the pale organs and the purple-red blood were mixed together, emitting a foul odor.

The fresh fruits rolled and were crushed, and the juice mixed with mud and blood to form pools of turbid and sticky substances.

The silk used for sacrifice was torn into pieces, and wisps of it fluttered in the air, like a hopeless soul-calling banner.

The so-called sacrifice was nothing more than the greed of her relatives, who tried to use her blood as a lure to seek God's grace and satisfy their own selfish desires.

"A group of flies chasing after stench, for the sake of not having God's grace, have lost their humanity. Those who try to use God for their own benefit and harm their own people must die, and their souls will not be able to transcend."

Feng Chenning raised her hand and slowly wiped away the warm and sticky blood on her cheek. The deep red slowly spread under her fingertips, revealing a glaring red, just like the mark left by past pain in her heart.

His black hair was casually draped behind him, with a few strands falling on the sides of his face, making his features look even colder, and his eyes were like a deep pool in the cold night, deep and bottomless.

Her eyes were fixed on the messy altar in front of her. The flickering candles on the altar seemed to be telling of the sins and despair of the past.

Memories came flooding back like a broken dam, surging back to the days when he was imprisoned in the village.

Because of the hidden "trait" in her blood, she is regarded as the key sacrifice to start the "divine revelation ceremony".

Use pure blood to awaken the sleeping god, and pray for supreme power and protection.

The so-called relatives usually pretend to be friendly, but when the grace and temptation of God are dangling in front of them, their faces instantly twist and become hideous.

Greedy eyes were focused in the dark, planning to use her fresh body and pure blood to knock on the door of God's grace.

Her uncle's cunning face often lingered in her nightmares, and he said with a fake smile, "The rise and fall of the family depends on you, Shen Ning, this is your honor", but what flashed in his eyes was clearly the extravagant illusion of having exclusive power;

Her cousins ​​were mean and sarcastic. They surrounded and bullied her every day, laughing at her for being aloof and cowardly. On the eve of the ceremony, they pulled her hair and cursed her, saying that "a sacrifice should have the awareness of a sacrifice."

The ugliness of human nature is fully revealed in them, and family affection is crushed into dust by selfish desires.

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