Hearing what this old zombie said, Song Ziyu couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
These guys finally couldn't bear it anymore.
This can be considered a poor idea.
These zombies are starting to doubt their identity.
"Huh? What do you want my blood for?" Song Ziyu asked.
"Don't get me wrong, we don't have any ill intentions, it's just that you need to determine the title next."
The old zombie explained.
"What does this have to do with wanting my blood?" Song Ziyu asked.
The old zombie explained: "We need to measure the nobility of your bloodline to rate your title. You should know that in our holy race, only noble bloodline is worthy of a high-level title."
Song Ziyu heard this and said thoughtfully: "How do you want to evaluate it?"
The old zombie said: "The method is very simple. We have a special witch wish, who is responsible for the graded bloodline..."
Immediately, the administrator of the high-level temple said a lot of words that Song Ziyu could not understand at all.
At this time, someone had brought a small plate. There was some unknown liquid similar to culture fluid on the plate, which looked like snot.
"Sir, you only need to take a drop of blood and put it into the blood plate. Then you just need to wait for the results." The old zombie said.
This request is very reasonable, and Song Ziyu has no reason to refuse.
Song Ziyu thought for a moment, then pulled out the knife he carried with him and cut a small wound on his hand.
If Song Ziyu's body was really hard, the knife could barely touch his fingers.
After much effort, Song Ziyu finally squeezed out a drop of blood from the blood plate.
I don’t know what stimulated me!
The liquid in the blood plate that was as thick as snot actually produced a violent scream, as if a baby was crying.
The senior church official in charge of the sacrifice did not dare to neglect and left with the blood plate in hand.
The scene was a little strange for a while, and many people had dull expressions.
Although Song Ziyu also felt a little baffled, he still acted calm and relaxed.
Because of this strange turn of events, the banquet ended hastily.
Under the arrangement of the temple master, several zombie maids took Song Ziyu to a side hall to rest.
at the same time!
The master of the temple left the banquet and walked non-stop towards an underground palace located on the snow-capped mountains!
There is the most secret forbidden area of the church, and ordinary people are not qualified to approach it.
The Lord of the Temple quickly passed through the extremely tightly guarded forbidden passage, and then entered the underground palace in the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains.
The walls passing by here are all engraved with strange runes, and I don't know what they mean.
The light in the underground palace is not dim, because there is an ever-burning lantern every few meters.
Without exception, these ever-burning lamps are all made of lamp oil boiled with human bodies. The quantity is large and sufficient, and there is a strange meaty fragrance when lighting.
The Lord of the Temple walked through the empty corridor of the underground palace, and then arrived at a room containing several coffins. The Temple Priest Elder Ying, who had left earlier, arrived here first.
"Have you awakened all the first generation adults?" the leader of the temple asked impatiently.
"I've woken up, but..." The sacrificial elder hesitated.
"Just what?"
The leader of the temple asked.
"The blood we prepared is not enough, the First Generation is still very weak."
The sacrificial elder said.
"Asshole, what do you usually do?"
The leader of the temple was a little angry.
"I'm going to grab some human blood food now." The elder priest said immediately.
"Forget it, it's too late! The judgment must be made when this guy's blood is most energetic, so that we can know his true blood lineage and true rank." The master of the temple cut himself with the sharp claws of his left hand as he spoke. right
The wrist of the hand.
Black blood spurted out from the temple master's wrist.
See this scene!
There was an expression of envy on the face of the sacrificial elder.
That's right!
Just drinking a small sip of the blood of the Lord of the Temple will greatly improve your ability to break through the current level.
This kind of temptation makes the priest elders even think about it without giving birth to greed.
But the sacrificial elder knew that he could not act rashly.
Because the precious blood of the Lord of the Temple can only be used to complete more important rituals.
In the dark palace.
Ignoring the wound on his arm dripping with black blood, the leader of the church quickly walked to a coffin.
There are several coffins to choose from!
But the master of the temple did not hesitate to choose the one in front of him.
There is no other reason.
Just because this coffin is the direct source of the bloodline of the ruler of the temple.
Opening a corner of the coffin, the coffin inside was revealed.
Opening the coffin, a mummy dressed in luxurious clothing appeared in front of him.
This mummy was so shriveled that not even a trace of muscle could be seen on the body, like a chicken rack that had been gnawed by rats and even dogs would not eat.
The Lord of the Temple placed his arms above the mummy's head!
Black blood dripped down the arm and onto the mummy’s closed lips!
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Good guy!
With the dripping of black blood!
The mummy's lips actually moved.
Although the trembling of the lips was slight, it was real.
Seeing this scene, the master of the temple couldn't help but be overjoyed, and his expression was even pious!
"Ancestor, please wake up quickly!" The master of the temple called softly.
It was as if I heard the call of the Lord of the Temple!
The mummy stretched out its folded tongue, licked the black blood at the corner of its mouth, and then slowly opened its cloudy eyes.
The Lord of the Temple is overjoyed!
The ancestor finally woke up.
"Blood...I want blood..."
At the beginning of the mummy's awakening, there is no other desire except for the desire for blood.
In order to satisfy the mummies, the master of the temple increased the speed of bloodletting.
As more blood was injected into it, the mummy's body trembled even more.
suddenly!
The mummy sat up suddenly, bit into the arm of the Tang Dynasty Lord, and started sucking crazily.
fear!
The eating between zombies is so brutal and bloody.
If you let a child watch it for half the night, it will scare the shit out of him.
Horrible, terrible.
In the entire hall, there were only the sounds of zombies rejecting and sucking.
Even an elephant would be sucked dry by eating this way.
God knows how the leader of the temple could have so much blood!
Finally, the mummy's eating speed gradually slowed down.
Along with the eating process, the body of the guy who was originally a mummy became full in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the mummy had long lost its previous terrifying appearance, and was replaced by the appearance of a handsome man with a wealth of gods and jade.
His face has clear lines, like a sculpture.
A pair of deep eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, seemingly able to penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
His eyes were like a frozen lake in the cold winter, clear and cold.
The bridge of his nose is high, giving people a cold and reserved beauty, like the top of a snow-capped mountain, cold and independent.
"What did you wake me up for?"
The man spoke, but his voice was as hoarse as a bellows.
The long sleep prevented the man's vocal cords from recovering in a short time.
"Father, please wait a moment while I wake up the other first-generation adults." The master of the temple said.
"Asshole!"
The man let out a violent roar: "Is there anything that I can't solve that requires you to make your own decisions to wake up other first generations? Don't you think we old guys don't have to pay a price every time we wake up? You're such a child's play."
The master of the temple was like a cowardly child in front of the first-generation zombies, not daring to show any disobedience.
"That's right, Father..."
