The backyard of the mansion is the center of the psychic formation.
"A Sheng! Are you okay?"
The woman who was performing a psychic ritual on Zhao Mu immediately gave up the ritual, turned around and ran to Zhou Sheng who had an arrow in his chest.
"Ahem..."
Covering the still bleeding wound tightly, Zhou Sheng shook his head gently, and then turned his attention to Zhao Mu, who was also in the formation, with a look of horror on his face.
"Continue with the ritual."
Zhou Sheng's voice at this time was not loud, but it sounded particularly beautiful to Zhao Mu's ears.
Because Zhao Mu could clearly feel that once Zhou Sheng chose to give up the spiritual ritual at this time, his end would definitely not be easy.
After all, once the so-called formation ceremony begins, it cannot end easily.
Especially under the current circumstances, if Zhao Mu is not careful, he will be counterattacked by the entire foggy world and return to the embrace of the fog early.
"But……"
The woman was obviously more worried about Zhou Sheng's injury, and her words showed obvious unwillingness.
"Since the contract has been reached, it must be completed no matter what."
Zhou Sheng, who was slightly panting, said firmly without hastily pulling out the sharp arrow from his chest.
This is Zhou Sheng's long-standing belief, and it is also the reason why he has not been beaten to death with sticks despite his wandering among the three religions and nine currents, good and evil.
"you……"
Sighing helplessly, the woman knew that once the man in front of her made up his mind, she would definitely be unable to dissuade him.
Even for him, the woman decided to quickly resolve this not-so-"fair" transaction.
"Be careful of that outsider, he has already killed Wan'er."
After a simple warning, the woman no longer hesitated and decisively rushed into the center of the psychic formation.
tumultuous!
Almost at the same time, Zhao Mu, who was in the formation, felt his eyes blur and his consciousness seemed to be in a completely unfamiliar place.
And a man who was kneeling on his knees and holding a baby high was looking at him, and he was saying something and praying in a language that he didn't understand at all.
Obviously, this is what Zhou Sheng calls "outside prayers."
As long as you are willing to accept his prayer and help him realize his wish, then the baby who is lifted high will become your body in the outside world.
"Dedicate my son to my heir and kill my old enemy..."
"That's what he wanted."
Just when Zhao Mu was wondering what the man's wish was, the woman's voice sounded in his ears at the right time.
"If you are willing to accept this deal, you can leave the fog."
After listening to the woman's translation, Zhao Mu fell silent because he thought of himself now.
"His price is to sacrifice his own heirs, so what's my price?"
"What price do I have to pay to leave the fog?"
This is a question that Zhao Mu has been thinking about but never dared to ask.
Even though he had already been prepared to pay all the price, he still couldn't help but ask when the matter came.
"Oh, you don't have to pay anything."
The woman's light laughter flashed by, followed by an unexpected but reasonable heart-wrenching words.
"Because your mother has already paid the price for you."
"All you have to do is pick a suitable 'body' and leave here completely."
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"This scene really looks like a ceremony to sacrifice an evil god."
The first time Pei Wende came to the backyard, he saw what was going on in the center of the psychic circle.
Everything Zhao Mu saw and heard was now projected in a three-dimensional form in the center of the psychic circle.
This included not only the man who sacrificed the child, but also the conversation between Zhao Mu and the woman, all of which were reflected in the eyes and ears of everyone present.
"Boy, if you are really good for your mother, I advise you not to complete this deal."
"To be honest, if your mother was still conscious, she definitely wouldn't want things to get to this point."
Pei Wende's voice spread throughout the backyard, and he believed that Zhao Mu and the woman in the center of the formation could also hear his voice.
But that was all he could do, because in just a few short words, Zhou Sheng, who had been hit by an arrow in the chest, had already stood up again and turned around.
"Not you?"
Looking at Zhou Sheng, who looked exactly like the "messenger", Pei Wende showed a look of confusion.
Because although the Zhou Sheng in front of him was exactly the same as that young man, his demeanor and temperament were completely different from the young man Pei Wende had seen.
Compared with the "Zhou Sheng" who appeared in Tongqing Temple before, although the current Zhou Sheng behaved equally calmly and decisively, he lacked a confident and aloof indifference.
"you know me?"
Zhou Sheng, who seemed to notice Pei Wende's surprise and felt something was wrong, asked in reply.
"No, maybe I got the wrong person."
Pei Wende, who also realized something, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head decisively.
"Speaking of which, you still haven't stopped even after this situation. Do you think you can stop me?"
It was a very poor topic-changing technique, but Pei Wende's words succeeded in irritating Zhou Sheng, making his face darken instantly.
Because Zhou Sheng remembered what the woman had said to him - Wan'er had been killed by this outsider.
"Outsider, you first came to kill Wan'er, and then you provoked me like this. What on earth do you want to do?"
However, facing Zhou Sheng's question, Pei Wende just smiled disdainfully.
"Wan'er? So you are actually still playing this kind of role-playing game?"
At this point, Pei Wende paused for a moment, then looked around and said with certainty.
"Aren't the women in the formation, the women I killed, and the women hiding in nearby houses just 'puppets' with only appearances?"
"There is no body left in the world, but the soul and will are played by a 'psychic' like you..."
"If they could wake up and know their current situation, I'm afraid they would be the first to thank me for relieving them."
After all, Pei Wende's face gradually became solemn and serious when he rarely said these words.
Because just when Pei Wende said these words, the door of the nearby wing was slowly pushed open.
One after another, women walked out of the room with a strange "synchronized" gesture, and then stared at him.
With just one glance, Pei Wende spotted no less than dozens of women in different costumes, which was much more than he expected.
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