A horrifying hole opened in the lower lip of the lying-haired reader, and then his upper lip moved uncontrollably against his lower lip. He suddenly grabbed the worms and threw them at Ode.
The latter remained motionless, letting the worms burn through his clothes and even burrow into his skin. The piercing pain in the brain appeared in the same location, and I realized that this was a wrong choice.
A shapeless thread connected the lips, and air flowed through the holes. Ode blew the dog whistle, pulled out the thread with his fingers, and stabbed it down from the upper lip.
"Limasik Maro." The lying reader shouted out the words through his teeth.
"Mallo" is an adjective affix in the ceremonial Arwen language, meaning "undoubted", and "Limasik" is an ancient Platinum-accented variant of its connecting adjective, meaning "invalid".
The mixed language of Yawen and Platinum is more consistent with the perspective of occultism than dragon. One of the manifestations is that the higher the spirituality of the object, the more susceptible it is to influence.
The two taken together are "unquestionably invalid."
In a rough definition, when an ancient saying has an affix, it is number one.
Liefa's lips parted suddenly, and when Oude's fingers passed through his lower lip without stopping, Liefa remained unscathed.
Because Oude's ancient saying is invalid and beyond doubt.
If the minstrel has even a little guess and doubt about the effect of this ancient saying, his "shared suffering" will be invalid.
Oded was startled and suddenly realized what he was doing. Then the lying reader was already one meter in front of him, and the worm was thrown towards the spiritual vision eye on his cheek.
A sharp dog whistle sounded, and Oude stepped back. The yellow and white dogs flew up with ferocious expressions. All the worms fell on them, whining like children. The worms not only burned through their skin, but penetrated into several parts of them. Just chew their internal organs wantonly.
Oude opened his lips and suddenly pulled out the thread, which was extremely cruel and made people feel unspeakable pain just by looking at it.
With his bleeding lips moving, Oude chanted:
"From beyond the celestial realm,
The lonely shadow, the great man who suffered on earth,
Your humble followers, pray for your guidance..."
Wufa Ling's heart skipped a beat when he read the ritual terms.
The Joker wants to summon a madman? !
But...where is the magic circle?
His spiritual eyes looked around in an instant, unable to detect any trace.
Just listen to Oude blowing a dog whistle.
The bodies of the yellow and white dogs expanded rapidly. They whined and barked in pain, their eyes shed blood and tears, and their limbs twisted and intertwined against their bones.
Then, it exploded suddenly, and under the strong fishy smell, the magic circle painted with blood was clearly exposed on the dog's skin, and the rancid internal organs, flesh and blood became sacrifices.
The spirituality read by lying down is "undoubtedly ineffective." It has only one target.
He can't invalidate this magic circle!
The lying-haired leader rushed forward suddenly, only to see Oude's body being swept backwards at a faster speed as if it was being dragged by a thread.
Oude curled up the corners of his mouth and expertly smiled with the artist's unique stiffness, his lips and teeth kept twitching.
"Lomen."
Oude's spiritual vision eyes widened.
The magic circle written on dog skin disappears at a speed visible to the naked eye... No, it is not so much disappearing, it is better to say that it is flowing backwards. The rotten flesh and blood used as sacrifices gradually...
Fresh!
Priest Isa turned the beads, and the old body stood quietly outside the prison door.
One after another, worms popped out of the palm of the reader's hand.
Under the frozen smile and the horrified naked eyes of the minstrel, hot worms leaped over, easily piercing the cheek, and the tiny beak gnawed the entire spiritual eye.
The lying-haired leader suddenly inserted a black-handled dagger into the minstrel's left chest under his long coat, and blood spurted out.
Twist it hard.
Completely heartbreaking.
The minstrel's body suddenly lost the support of the pumping blood vessels, the oil lamp in his hand fell to the ground, his legs suddenly became weak, and he fell to the ground slumped.
The lieutenant was breathing heavily and his heart was beating wildly. Even though the priest Isa was beside him, the whole process was still full of phenomena.
"It's settled, Priest Isa." The leader, Wofa, turned around and said.
Priest Isa walked over slowly. After careful inspection, she picked up the oil lamp dropped by the minstrel.
In the dim light, many things cannot be seen clearly.
"He is completely dead." Wofa read.
Priest Isa raised the oil lamp and shined it on the minstrel's smiling face.
"Wait..." Priest Isa extended the spiritual vision in her eye sockets.
She knelt down, put her fingers on the minstrel's face, and wiped off the thick paint as if wiping off human skin.
The oil paint fell off as if it had lost its spirit, as if it had melted when exposed to heat.
The lying reader's pupils shrank, and he almost screamed out of consciousness, as the soles of his feet suddenly felt cold.
He calmed down and glanced at the long, pointed mouth covered with dog hair.
"How can it be..."
As all the minstrel's paint was wiped away, the dead black dog's face was revealed.
Not the clown from the Temple of Doom.
How can it be...?
The lie-haired leader took the minstrel's robe. There was no human limb inside, including the forearm, pelvis, and lower limbs. They were not forcibly sewn together with silk threads and the limbs of a black dog.
If this wasn't the clown from the Temple of the Cross...
"Where is he? Where is he?"
Wufa Lingdu hurriedly took out the gold coins from his pocket, which were glowing in the night.
"The clown is here, the clown is here."
Putting it on the palm of his hand, Wofa read the divination thing in his mind silently, held on to his thoughts, and threw the gold coin in his hand steadily.
Jinrona leaped high into the sky and rolled continuously in the air. The lying reader stared at it as it rotated countless times, still thinking silently in his heart.
Sliding through the slight arc, Jinrona jumped to the highest point and began to fall, falling steadily.
Then, the lying-haired leader's pupils narrowed.
When it was less than a few centimeters away from the palm of the hand, the gold coin paused imperceptibly, and suddenly and forcefully spun half a circle.
It fell on the palm of my hand, and the emperor's head on the front fell into my eyes.
The divination was disturbed....
Originally it was supposed to represent the negative side.
Could it be that the divination beforehand...
Wufa Lingdu stood up in a hurry, with disbelief written all over his face.
.....................
"Tsk, tsk."
In the streets and alleys, Oude walked slowly in the garb of a minstrel.
"The pagans who try to predict the outcome of fate are so arrogant and overestimated..." His blue cheeks, which had been painted for a long time, couldn't help but smile at a 60-degree angle. "As everyone knows, you can fool fate at will. Only my Lord. Only He can bargain with fate.”
Thick black clouds were pressing down, Oude's steps were slow and steady, and his pointed and wide boots made a sound intentionally or unintentionally.
Manuel's memory after channeling points to this.
Thinking that the power-stealing aura was so close, Ode couldn't help but tremble with excitement. He beat his brain from the heart with enthusiasm, not only beating it, but also stirring it wantonly.
Turning the corner, Oded walked into a familiar alley and walked slower.
"So that's it, bookstall? I've been here before." Oded stood there, scanning the scenery that had left an impression on his eyes.
In the quiet night, the doors and windows of the leather shop were locked, the lights flickering inside, and the pungent smell of burning animal fat filled the air.
Oude slowly pulled out the silver needle from his pocket and pushed one end of the silk thread into the hole.
"My supremely beloved Lord of Suffering, I am already pursuing the destiny guided by you." He trembled with excitement.
