When Fang Heling threw the person he was holding into the open space, the horror story opened the next chapter.
"Are they all here?" Yanzi asked Liang Jiu.
After the poor Qingyunting disciple thought about it repeatedly, he said: "There are several corpses that are really unrecognizable. The ones that are recognized are all here."
He didn't dare to make a single mistake or say even half of it was wrong.
"Oh, poor thing." Yanzi touched his face: "You don't have to be so nervous. My sister won't hurt you."
"I'm not nervous, I'm nervous."
Liang Jiu's trembling voice was obviously unconvincing, but Yanzi didn't pursue it.
She just turned around and looked at the devil: "Why are you still standing there? You don't care about your own affairs, and you are still waiting for me to feed you?"
Zheng Fei was not angry at this bad attitude.
Instead, he just smiled and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work."
Li Shou also said: "Thank you!"
Zheng Fei changed from a squatting position to a standing position, standing up like a mountain of meat.
He took a step forward, strode to the open space, reached into his belt, and grabbed a large, square cauldron!
With the promotion of Momen storage boxes, storage belts have become a relatively ancient item. Nowadays, few people use them, and the number of them in existence is also very rare.
But compared to this storage belt, the aura of this big cauldron is more ancient.
It was taken out of the storage belt, but it seemed like someone had picked it out of a dark warehouse, covered in dust and ancient stories that no one had listened to.
Makes people subconsciously want to sneeze.
Boom!
The cauldron fell and struck the earth heavily. The mountain range responded with a long, muffled sound.
It is more than one foot high, and its length and width are equal, both about one foot. Four legs, two ears, square and neat, very symmetrical.
The body of the tripod is inscribed with Yang characters, and the characters are very close to Taoist texts. Although the meaning cannot be directly understood, it is not difficult to recognize. But the wording is obscure, vaguely an ancient prayer. (This Yang script is not Yang Guo script, it refers to the raised characters on the tripod body)
Zheng Fei didn't say anything, he just picked up a corpse on the ground and threw it into the cauldron.
The cauldron is not unfathomable, but when an adult who is by no means skinny throws it in, there is no sound at all.
Just below the cauldron, bloody flames suddenly rose!
The fear of the monks Feng and Chi who gathered together suddenly reached its peak.
These demons... seem to want to cook people for food!
"Fight them...!"
The shout was cut off only halfway, and the flesh-cutting demon picked up the man's neck and threw him into the cauldron.
The whole process was very natural.
"Whoever resists will die first." He said indifferently.
Yanzi stretched out his hands and pressed down.
Her hands were not hideous and bloody, but rather beautiful, slender, white and rosy.
"What did I say at the beginning? I said I wanted to ask you to help me with something, right?"
She faced the monks Feng and Chi who were present. The mask without facial features could not show her expression, but her body, her voice, and her momentum all interpreted indifference.
"I might as well tell you now what this matter is. Do you know? You have a treasure in Qingyunting, a big treasure!"
She turned around and touched Liang Jiu's face: "Of course, I'm not talking about my Xiao Jiu."
Liang Jiu was like a clay puppet, motionless and silent.
He always thought that he was no worse than Chi Yue and infinitely better than Feng Ming. Just because they do not belong to the Feng and Chi lineages, they are not supported by the sect and cannot get the best resources. There is no hope of being the leader of the sect for the rest of his life, and the best future is a position with a foreign surname, Zongshou.
He was unwilling and unconvinced. He was resentful of this unfair world and had been pent up in his heart for a long time. That's why he deliberately asked Feng Ming when Feng Yue was begging for mercy.
If something happens to the people named Feng and Chi found by Feng Yue, let his son Feng Ming get into trouble as well. If he could escape, let Feng Ming survive as well. He just wants to make people like Feng Ming, who are born with good fortune, feel and experience "fairness"!
But after witnessing with his own eyes the scene of these demons cooking people with cauldrons, he didn't know if he would speak that way if he had it to do over again!
At least at this moment, he didn't want to stand behind this succubus.
Yanzi looked around and withdrew his gaze with some boredom.
Apparently no one present was in the mood to pay attention to her teasing.
She then continued: "What I want is the... blood of balance in your body!"
"You don't need to know what it is. You just need to know that it is a method left by a certain force in modern times. In the past few years, it has allowed you to maintain a relative balance between the two lines of Fengchi. It controls It affects your future and, to some extent, your destiny."
"In your body, it is so mediocre! But for them!" Yan Zi pointed at Zheng Fei and Li Shou: "It will play a vital role."
"It's a pity that this method has been lost. Only you, Qingyunting, have the blood of balance."
Yanzi said with regret: "So we have to come and hurt you. Even though I don't want to make my Xiaojiu sad!"
Although she had just met Liang Jiu today, she seemed to have already been deeply invested in her, and her emotions were very sincere.
Jiang Wang, who was hiding aside, was secretly frightened.
He had guessed earlier that the reason why the Qingyunting Feng and Chi veins could always maintain a relative balance. There just haven't been enough clues.
Judging from what the female devil said at this time, it should be that some kind of secret technique was left from the Yunding Immortal Palace era, allowing the balanced blood to flow in the bodies of the monks from Feng and Chi, which to a certain extent ensured that they had a certain level of power. strength, and also make corresponding restrictions so that this balance can continue.
Jiang Wang didn't know what effect this "blood of balance" could have on Zheng Fei and Li Shou. But just assuming from the literal meaning...
Li Shou's magical ability to injure himself to injure the enemy, and Zheng Fei's magical ability to injure his opponent when he is hurt. Once they can be combined and balanced through this so-called "blood of balance"... wouldn't it be impossible to solve it?
Anyone becomes their opponent, if you hurt them, you will die, if they hurt themselves, you will die too.
Besides running away from the meeting, what other choice is there?
Jiang Wang couldn't think of any solution at the moment!
"But, I only need two drops." Yanzi continued, and sounded a little excited like a little girl: "So you may not have to die too much."
"This tripod is very useful. We spent a lot of money to get it. It can help us achieve our goal."
"I don't know how many people are needed to cook two drops of balanced blood. They may have to cook ten people, or they may only have to cook two people."
"We are very reasonable. We start with the corpse, right? If the corpse is cooked, the blood of balance will be available, and there will be no need to cook the living people! Wouldn't everyone be happy?"
"But if anyone wants to escape and cause us trouble, then I'm sorry, but I will die now!"
"Yes! We are very reasonable!" Li Shou agreed.
"But having said that." Yanzi spread his hands, looking helpless: "If the corpses are not enough after cooking, we can only add people in slowly. Can you understand it? It will depend on who is unlucky. Do you think it’s okay?”
Among the monks of the two surnames in Fengchi who were silent, even Feng Ming, who could not move, also shut his mouth.
No one wants to be the one who dies first, and everyone wants to be the one who survives to the end.
Several people's fists tightened again and again, but finally they relaxed.
There is no use, there is no use in resisting.
From the beginning to now, the human demons have repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.
So no one resisted.
"If you don't speak, you acquiesce."
Yanzi clapped his hands: "Continue!"
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