"In that carriage?" Chen Yi saw the Shanbu woman nodded and said, "Go back, I'll find her myself."
"Okay, okay, I know, Lord Knight." The Shanbu woman nodded repeatedly.
After Chen Yi waited for her to go away, he faced the carriage with two layers of pure gray curtains blocking the door, walked to the shaft, took out the copper coin of bad luck, and threw it hard.
When the copper coin falls into the palm of the hand, the side with the four lines of fate is facing up. After several experiments in the seminar, when the line of fate is facing up, it means that bad luck has been thrown out, and on the contrary, the Empire Gold When the leaf crown faces upward, it means that bad luck has not been thrown out. Whether bad luck can be thrown out depends entirely on luck.
In other words, being able to throw away bad luck is itself a kind of good luck.
Chen Yi held on to the hilt of the sword, climbed onto the carriage shaft, and knocked on the door frame.
"Who is it? Which one?" The woman spoke in Keshi.
"I am the lord's knight, here to investigate your brother's duel." Chen Yi said calmly, having used the ancient words in advance.
"Ah, oh, Lord Knight, please wait for me. I have no clothes on. I will come out to see you right away." The woman said, and the sound of getting out of bed and opening the cabinet was heard in the car.
Chen Yi waited quietly.
Click.
Chen Yi heard a sound that sounded like a mechanical card.
Frowning, Chen Yi felt a little itchy on his neck. He tilted his neck and scratched it with his fingers.
Uh-huh!
The two layers of curtains suddenly protruded into a small sharp corner, like a pyramid. After half a second, Chen Yi's nerves froze and suddenly trembled crazily. Everything in his eyes seemed to slow down. A silver crossbow arrow penetrated the two layers of curtains and made a tearing sound. The swishing sound of rags. Its slender arrow body passed over his ear, drawing blood.
Just in time, Chen Yi turned to one side and scratched his neck because it itched.
Before his heart palpitated, Chen Yi's brain heated up under the influence of adrenaline. He pulled out the long sword and stabbed it directly through the curtain.
The tip of the sword went straight through the hole in the curtain, and the fingers holding the sword hilt felt the dripping sensation of piercing the flesh and blood. Chen Yi gritted his teeth, pushed his body forward, pushed the long sword hard through the door curtain, and suddenly, the sound came to his fingertips through bone conduction. Chen Yi could hear his internal organs being punctured like a balloon, and then Another layer of skin was pierced, from the inside out.
Everything was quiet. Outside the curtain, Chen Yi could even imagine the woman inside sobbing unable to scream because of the blood welling up in her throat. The body got stuck on the sword and fell to the ground like a rotten skin.
Pulling it out, thrusting it in, Chen Yi struck another sword through the curtain.
Gradually she regained her composure and opened the curtain. Chen Yi saw the Shanbu woman lying on the ground. She had no clothes and her body was slender and beautiful. She was very young, so she was extraordinarily vital and had not yet expired. The woman looked at Chen Yi in disbelief. , eyes trembling.
The forearm-sized crossbow fell to the side.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Chen Yi asked harshly.
Wow, the woman spat out blood from her mouth.
"It's okay. Even if you die and channel the spirit after death, I can still get the answer. You'd better die quickly." Chen Yi said calmly.
When the woman heard this, she looked begging for mercy.
Chen Yi grabbed the clothes on the bed and pressed it to the wound. With simple knowledge, he temporarily stopped the rapid loss of blood. The woman wailed in pain.
"Let, let go... let me go, the Lord of Suffering... will bless you..." the woman shouted.
"Then you'd better die." Chen Yi raised the blood-stained sword.
"No, no," the woman yelled, "I'm not Proust's sister!... I appropriated her body... Priest Stein... the priest told me to do this!"
Taking over her body...
Soul replacement!
Chen Yi asked in a vicious voice: "Why do you do this? What's the conspiracy behind their duel?"
"I don't know... I don't know... The priest asked me to do it, save me... help me stop the bleeding... roast it over the fire..." the woman cried weakly.
Chen Yi was unmoved and asked: "Krima, what blessing has he received?"
"Fate, fate...save me, my Lord is the god who deals with...destiny...save me, please save me!" the woman cried, blood-laced saliva flowing out of the corners of her mouth.
"Keep talking and I will save you." Chen Yi smiled.
"Grafted... the priest said, the fates of Proust and... Klima were exchanged, grafted... so Klima will win... That's all I know, save me, please You...I'll do whatever you want...please!" She said, trying to move her weak arms and expose her chest.
Chen Yi couldn't bear to see the woman in such misery, so he killed her with a sword.
Chen Yi didn't notice that he had killed a living person. He didn't feel any discomfort or guilt at all, as if he had killed him before.
Chen Yi cut off a piece of cloth, stained it with blood, and kept it for channeling, and then picked up the crossbow and a few crossbow arrows nearby.
"It's time to go back, hurry up, it will be broken if you are found." Chen Yi wiped off the blood on the sword hastily, holding the crossbow, hurriedly stepped out of the carriage, looked up and saw that it was almost dusk. It was estimated that it would get dark soon after I got home.
After walking quickly through the streets and alleys for nearly half an hour, Chen Yi walked from the other end of the town to the door of his house. It was getting late.
"Hedwig, I'll cook later." After Chen Yi explained to her sister hastily, she opened the door directly and entered the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, Chen Yi closed her eyes.
The pain that stabbed the brain spread rapidly. Chen Yi endured it. It was still difficult for him to get used to it. It was so painful every time, as if something was repelling him.
Returning to the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars, Chen Yi sat on the throne.
"This duel is indeed related to the troll priest." Chen Yi then guessed: "A troll with low intelligence can actually become a priest. I am afraid it has also been replaced by its soul."
And the grafting of fate that the woman mentioned.
It was also the priest who did it.
What on earth is he going to do?
Unable to figure out the priest's intention for a moment, Chen Yi suddenly thought that he could ask Serena.
"Selena will only start preparing for the ceremony tomorrow, and she can still answer a red light secret tonight." Chen Yi made a decision and recited the true name of the secret society.
Soon after, Chen Yi saw the figure of the carriage and Rao from a distance.
"My distinguished guest, if you come to see me tomorrow night, I'm afraid I won't be able to respond." After landing, Serena said calmly.
Rao lowered his body as usual.
She then added: "Even if you come to me tonight, I can only ask for a red light secret."
"Thank you for answering my call, Serena." Chen Yi paused and said, "One red light secret is enough."
"I'm happy to serve you." Serena said politely.
Chen Yi took a breath and said, "I want to ask Priest Stan why he wanted Klima to duel with Proust."
"Just right, the secret of red light." Serena said concisely.
Then, Chen Yi revealed the secret of the red light that had been prepared, using the real Awen.
Serena nodded slightly, "Then, I will ask for a secret for you."
Suddenly, chanting of spells came from the carriage, and Chen Yi stared at the crystal ball on the long table.
The color of the crystal ball kept changing until it finally stopped in a red light.
In the carriage, Serena slowly confided: "Priest Stan, it is manipulating this duel behind the scenes in order to conduct a blood sacrifice according to the method contained in "The Passion"."
"What is the purpose of the blood sacrifice?" Chen Yi asked in response to his previous guess.
"'Proverbs from the scriptures, brothers and sisters destroy each other, and their traces appear in the world, which is the enlightenment.'" Serena repeated something, raised her eyelids, and said solemnly: "A prophecy, it wants to summon...its master, even if Just an afterimage."
