Candles burned one after another, illuminating the world behind the door.
Did she fall into some cult gathering by mistake? Shui Miaomiao's pupils couldn't help trembling, and she held her breath and didn't dare to move.
About a hundred or so people came into view, all in black clothes and robes, with their backs to Shui Miaomiao. They were sitting in a circle, kneeling in front of something in the middle.
Unable to hold it any longer, Shui Miaomiao took a breath carefully, but in this silent space, the sound of breathing was as loud as an exploding firecracker.
Shui Miaomiao's heart was in her throat, fearing that someone would suddenly turn around and kill her without a face. It often happened in horror movies, and she could be frightened to the point of death.
There seems to be no response?
Waited and waited.
When Shui Miaomiao's heart was about to stop, he cautiously looked forward. No one moved, and no one cared about the sudden appearance of Shui Miaomiao.
Regardless of whether they were deaf or blind, Shui Miaomiao had no intention of exploring. She was covered in cold sweat and just wanted to leave here.
He turned around and pushed the door hard, using all his strength, but the door didn't move at all.
'Crack. '
I pushed and pulled the door so hard that my feet broke the floor and sank in. It seemed impossible to go back the way I came.
Shui Miaomiao gave up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and adjusted her breathing and mentality. There was no sure path, and there should be another way.
She walked around, knocking on the walls to see if she could find any secret passages or something.
Shui Miaomiao could only think on the bright side. This religious ceremony was so permeating to people.
He tried his best to stay away from those people and avoid glancing at anything scary, but no matter what movement or movement Shui Miaomiao made, he remained indifferent. Is he so pious?
Having almost finished knocking on the wall of most of the venue, Shui Miaomiao sighed, knowing that finding a secret passage or something was unrealistic.
Looking back at the group of people, they were still motionless.
Dummy or dead person?
She wanted to go out instead of starving to death here. Shui Miaomiao could only choose to walk slowly towards this strange crowd.
Standing at the outermost edge, Shui Miaomiao glanced at the people around him. When he saw them, he suddenly understood why they could be so pious.
This extremely pious kneeling and clasped hands are nailed with blood-colored spikes. The reason why he cannot fall down while kneeling is because there are also a pair of spikes on his legs.
This cruel scene was already challenging Shui Miaomiao's mind.
The slight step back stepped on the robe on the ground, the hood slipped down, and the face hidden underneath was one that Shui Miaomiao didn't recognize.
He was bloodless and skinny, with no whites in his eyes when he opened them, and black lines extending up from both sides of his neck to behind his ears.
Still alive!
Shui Miaomiao was shocked. Because she was thin, she could clearly see the undulating meridians on her neck!
He was afraid that the people on the ground would suddenly rise up, and he remembered that he was crucified to the ground, so it was unlikely that he would stand up.
Shui Miaomiao froze on the spot for a moment, trying to calm her breathing and digest everything she saw.
Still alive? What is the living thing used for?
Carefully look at the overlooked details.
The chest tube was submerged into the ground. Because the black liquid flowing in the tube was integrated with the clothes, Shui Miaomiao didn't notice it for a while.
What kind of sacrificial ceremony is it?
Who did it? Made by the Tuo family? What about the Tuo family?
I checked a few people around me, but they were all unrecognizable. They had pale and thin faces, black threads behind their ears, and tubes inserted into their chests and submerged into the ground.
Shui Miaomiao did not touch those tubes blindly. The black liquid flowing inside seemed to be the most important thing in this sacrificial ceremony.
He poked these poor people with Huai Gui Ri. It seemed that no matter what he did, they would not suddenly attack, so he walked quickly inside.
Passing by the circle surrounded by four people, Shui Miaomiao suddenly stopped. This figure of different shapes was a bit too familiar.
Shui Miaomiao's breathing stopped as he cut off the black hat with a single blow of his sword.
For the Tuo family.
Shui Miaomiao knew five people in total, one was Lord Tuo Yan, and the other four were the four brothers of the Tuo family who had extremely distinctive looks.
Now they were kneeling in front of Shui Miaomiao, neither human nor ghost.
She thought that this ceremony was staged by the Tuo family. After all, the Tuo family was biased toward evil in the eyes of the world, so it shouldn't be a surprise to do such a thing.
But I never thought that the people being sacrificed would be the Tuo family!
Are the Tuo family victims? Or a submissive?
Shui Miaomiao panicked like never before, where is Lord Tuo Yan! Where are the others? Was he also kneeling among these hundreds of people?
Shui Miaomiao eagerly searched among the crowd.
All the hoods were pulled down, and no, Shui Miaomiao was not found. Although he was not found, it did not make people feel the slightest bit relieved.
During this period, Shui Miaomiao also saw a middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to Tuo Yanjun, kneeling in the outer circle.
Is he Tuo Yanjun's father?
What about Lord Tuo Yan?
Shui Miaomiao did not believe that Tuo Yanjun would become a victim, let alone a complyer of this horrific ritual.
Lord Tuo Yan just said that he was not forgiving, and he was definitely not a bad person, so did he escape? Is he safe now? And why the Tuo family? What are those carved faces doing?
Shui Miaomiao had no way to calm down and collect her thoughts.
Just why?
Why did she risk never seeing someone again when she said goodbye? Although the scene of parting was terrible, she also prayed for blessings and sincerely hoped that both of them would be well.
Those tubes inserted from the heart were particularly annoying, and the flowing black liquid was always provoking Shui Miaomiao's nerves.
Holding Huai Gui Ri tightly in his hand, Shui Miaomiao couldn't suppress his anger anymore and slashed towards the pipe that was submerged in the ground.
If these are the nourishment of this ceremony, then cutting them off will stop it.
'Zheng~~~'
Colliding with something invisible, the cracked tiger's mouth was a symbol of Shui Miaomiao not giving up, but it was of no use. Gritting his teeth, he only lost half a point in his pregnancy.
Shui Miaomiao was knocked out, and when she was pregnant, she took off her hand. The bead chain on it automatically wrapped around Shui Miaomiao's waist and returned to its original position.
After hitting the wall, Shui Miaomiao saw a terrifying scene in a daze. Hundreds of people turned their heads stiffly. There was no white in their opened eyes. They were so black that they could swallow everything. They were thinking about how to cut Shui Miaomiao into pieces. .
Then, Shui Miaomiao felt the sky behind her and fell down.
So that means there is still a secret passage, but it is too tall. Shui Miaomiao is not tall enough, so it has never been photographed?
Everything is like a dream.
When I woke up from the nightmare, what I saw was a simple little room with a bed, a table, a bookcase, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and a futon for meditating.
Shui Miaomiao was lying in the middle of the room, at a loss. This scene transformation was too divisive. Shui Miaomiao thought it would be something authentic.
You're not dreaming, are you?
Probably not. Shui Miaomiao stopped beating herself this time. Her whole body hurt like crazy. After all, she had fallen. She could vaguely see the cracks in the floor, which vividly outlined a crime scene.
Lying in the middle of the crime scene, Shui Miaomiao waited for a long time before slowly sitting up from the ground. The tear in his right hand was so painful that he could no longer feel it.
When faced with danger, Shui Miaomiao's combat effectiveness would be almost zero.
However, this house looked quite ordinary, and there seemed to be no danger. Shui Miaomiao saw an ordinary wooden door.
He stood up from the ground with difficulty and moved to the door in one breath.
As soon as his hand touched the wooden door, he was blocked by powerful spiritual power. Shui Miaomiao flew backwards, hitting the desk beside him and knocking over the paper basket.
There is a pile of written waste paper in the wastebasket.
'Damn it, you put me in solitary confinement, you dare to put me in solitary confinement, wait until I come out...'
