BookMe Chapter 987 Weird Ritual
Chapter 987 Weird Ritual
The three stone tablets in the hall formed a triangle, surrounding Qin Yu and the other three.
The words engraved on the ground beneath their feet formed a huge circle that encircled the three stone tablets. At the same time, the ground was dotted with dark red spots, which were long-dried bloodstains.
Some scattered bones are scattered among them, giving people a gloomy and weird feeling.
"How about... let's go back first? I feel like there's something evil going on here," Qin Yu suggested, with a hint of solemnity in his voice.
"Why? We didn't encounter anything dangerous along the way, so how come three stones scared you?"
The little witch didn't take it seriously. After all, in the eyes of the demons, similar rituals of sacrificing living people were already commonplace. The scene before her was not enough to make her retreat.
Qin Yu, on the other hand, was a little worried about the unknown and uncertain because of this unfamiliar feeling, because the math problems and the tests he had encountered before were generally positive.
But the thing in front of him contained a sense of evil, which made Qin Yu's previous thinking completely unacceptable.
"Should we pour blood into this place in the middle?" Prince Qingping, who was standing by, did not participate in the conversation between Qin Yu and the others. Instead, he squatted down and studied the things on the ground.
In the center of the three stone tablets, which is the center of the large text, there is an obvious depression filled with dried blood.
After hearing what Prince Qingping said, the other three stepped forward and began to study.
Mo Shisan looked at the semicircular depression and frowned, "If you want to fill it up, you'll have to bleed a lot."
He roughly measured the space in the depression and estimated that he would have to drain half of his blood.
If it was outside, with the Red Demon Clan's abnormal physical talents, filling up ten pits would be no problem.
But here, I'm afraid I'll have to lose half my life.
At this time, the little witch walked around the blood pit in the middle, pointed to a thin groove on the ground and said, "Look, there are three such grooves. They should be for three people to donate blood together."
The other three immediately lowered their heads to look for it, and sure enough, in addition to the one under the little witch, there were two other grooves.
One end of the three grooves connected to the blood pit in the middle, and the other end stopped at the ground in front of the three stone pillars. The end was a depression on the ground that could accommodate a palm.
Before anyone else could study it, the little witch raised her arm and was about to put her hand in. Qin Yu hurriedly stopped her: "Wait!"
The little witch raised her head, her watery eyes filled with curiosity. "What's wrong?"
Qin Yu swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "We don't know what will happen, don't worry."
The little witch wrinkled her nose and said, "What are you afraid of? It will all end up like this in the end anyway."
Qin Yu really couldn't refute this. Everyone knew that the only solution was to complete the ceremony.
But Qin Yu still felt uneasy, especially when he saw the mottled bones, which proved that this incident would be fatal.
While he was in a daze, the little witch had already put her hand into the depression.
As everyone looked on in amazement, they saw a thin stream of blood flowing out from under her palm, through the grooves, and toward the large depression in the center.
"How is it, Junior Sister Mo, how do you feel?" Prince Qingping immediately asked with concern.
The little witch showed a proud smile, "No feeling, hurry up, one of you, press it quickly"
She urged the others to follow her example and place their hands to complete the ritual.
Mo Shisan followed the little witch's request and immediately squatted in front of another stone tablet, placing his hand in the depression on the ground.
Just like the little witch just now, a stream of blood also flowed out from under his palm
So, Prince Qingping no longer hesitated and walked to the last stone tablet.
Just as he was about to squat down, Qin Yu immediately called him, "Senior Brother Qingping!"
Prince Qingping raised his head and looked at Qin Yu, puzzled. Qin Yu said in a more serious tone: "Wait a minute..."
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly moved and he noticed that there seemed to be a figure behind him.
Qin Yu turned around suddenly, and the figure disappeared in an instant.
Qin Yu frowned. He immediately thought of Zhenzhu meeting a group of people, but he intuitively felt that the other party was not a person who pretended to be a ghost.
Just as he was thinking quickly about how to deal with the current situation, he suddenly heard a breathing sound behind him, which made his back stiffen and a cold sweat quickly seeped out of his forehead.
"Swish!" When Qin Yu turned around again, a figure passed by him so fast that he could not see clearly.
"Who is it!" Qin Yu shouted, "Playing tricks!"
There was a faint smell of blood in the silent air, and apart from my own heartbeat, there was no sound nearby.
Qin Yu stood there motionless for dozens of seconds. Nothing happened, so he turned his attention to the three people in front of the stone tablet.
To his surprise, Prince Qingping had put his hand into the depression at some point, becoming the last piece of the puzzle for the unknown ritual.
Qin Yu immediately took two steps forward and said in an urgent tone: "If anyone feels anything is wrong, interrupt the ceremony immediately!"
But the three of them bowed their heads deeply, remained on one knee, and showed no reaction. An inexplicable sense of weirdness spread.
The torch that was thrown on the ground for lighting suddenly became dim and flickering, but there was no wind blowing in the room.
As the blood gradually flowed into the blood pit in the center, the lines of strange words on the ground suddenly began to rotate.
At the same time, Qin Yu heard a sinister whisper in his ears, but he couldn't understand what it was saying.
At the same time, painful groans came from the other three people, as if they were suffering from something.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Qin Yu made up his mind and decided to interrupt the ceremony immediately. He was about to step forward and pull his companions away when suddenly a low voice came from behind him.
"Pray to the Three Gods"
Qin Yu turned around suddenly and saw a figure wrapped in a black hooded cloak standing behind him, muttering to himself.
"Bow three times and the door will open"
"Blood Rite of the Worshiper"
As the voice came, the other party opened his arms and raised his head, and the figure in the cloak revealed his true face.
It was a face Qin Yu had never seen before. The pale face was bloodless, the eyes were a mysterious blue, and the head was hairless, but was engraved with lines of blood-red symbols.
The originally sharp and delicate facial features, against the background of the strange skin color and symbols, appear even more creepy.
"Please come back, Saint!"
After reciting the last sentence, the other party slowly lowered his gaze and looked at Qin Yu.
There was no emotion in his cold eyes. He raised his arm and waved his finger at Qin Yu. A cold voice sounded, "Come here."
An irresistible force pushed Qin Yu directly in front of him. The other party was very tall, and Qin Yu was lifted up by that force, with his feet suspended in the air, barely able to be at the same level as the other party!