Zhuang Qingyun looked at the majestic priest's mansion, which was once lined with blue bricks, white tiles and green trees, as if it was soaked in bright red blood at this moment. The coolness rushed up from the soles of his feet, and his scalp felt numb.

When we arrived at the front yard, we saw Qin Wuyan standing on the highest step, still looking neither cold nor indifferent, looking at the group of people lying down in the middle of the yard, powerless, being bitten alive by the vultures and crows in mid-air. The person in charge of the Min Mansion who was pecking at food almost vomited...

He supported the porch pillar, and the guard's report came over clearly and poured into his eardrums: "High Priest, except for the housekeeper who takes care of the wife in the secret room, all the servants in the mansion are under the supervision of Min The guards of the government were killed.

The wizard said that the time had come for the altar to be erected. "

Qin Wuyan nodded his head lightly, but his voice was much gentler: "Then let's start."

Zhuang Qingyun swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Use the servants in the priest's mansion and the entire Min family as sacrifices to perform rituals for the deceased Zhuang Xiaoyu, begging that Zhuang Xiaoyu's soul can return to the world along this road with blood?

Min Huizhu, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, was not idle either. While the guards were delivering food to them, she commanded the death row inmates in the cell to suddenly rise up, grabbed the guard's hand, strangled the guard alive, and grabbed the key to the cell. Fighting all the way, pouring out of the dungeon...

The disgusting smell of blood enveloped the person, Min Huizhu walked out of the dungeon quickly, the moment her eyes touched the sunlight, her whole body swayed, and she was supported by the death row prisoner behind her to stand still...

The guards in the mansion were dragging the corpses on the ground, and Min Huizhu saw the guard uniforms on those corpses, with a big Min character printed on their chests.

She trembled all of a sudden...

Father came to the Priest's Mansion with his guards so soon, but the Priest's Mansion seemed to have already made preparations.

I don't know what happened to my father.

There was a faint smell in the air, Min Huizhu held her breath and rushed straight to the front yard.

The death row prisoners behind her fell one after another, and fell limply on the ground. The guards saw Min Huizhu, but they didn't stop them, and allowed Min Huizhu to reach the altar with piled corpses unimpeded.

Min Huizhu watched Min Zhihang, who was being pecked at by vultures, could see her chest and ribs but still hadn't died, and Min Zhihang, who was still dying, and the powerful uncles of the Min family, stared at the tall man with gritted eyes. On the steps, with an indifferent face, Qin Wuyan, who seemed to be beyond the mortal world, grabbed the guard sword on the ground, and threw it towards Qin Wuyan...

How much she loved this man in the past, and was fascinated by this man, now she hates this man so much, she can't wait to cut him into pieces.

She absolutely shouldn't have done it back then, just to save this man's life. When this man was perfunctory with her for the first time, she should have killed him directly, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

Min Huizhu regretted it at the beginning, she noticed that the strength in her body was rapidly draining away, and great panic enveloped her whole body.

The guard's broadsword had already been knocked down by Qin Wuyan's personal guards. The corner of Qin Wuyan's lips was still pressed against the jade flute, and the faint sound of the flute was melodious and shrill.

Accompanied by the wizard who is practicing on the altar, it is the soul song.

Bring back Zhuang Xiaoyu's soul.

Use so many people as sacrifices in exchange for the return of Zhuang Xiaoyu's soul alone.

This is the forbidden technique handed down for thousands of years in Moon City, the technique of blood sacrifice.