Both hands were stretched out, as if performing an incomparably solemn ceremony.
A series of incomparably obscure incantations.
It kept coming out of his mouth.
"In the name of my most supreme Lord God..."
"To your most faithful followers..."
"The ability to see the world, the past and the future..."
Those eighty-one lamps are like oil lamps that have been silent for countless years.
Suddenly at this moment, a flame ignited at the same time!
Every flame is a pitch-black color.
With an incomparably enchanting brilliance.
As long as people see it, they will not be able to move their eyes away.
Blossoming lights floated up quickly.
Swaying non-stop in the air.
The old man gave a loud shout.
"flutter!"
The hat on his head suddenly flew up.
Under the hat, every single hair stood on end.
The hat was blown to pieces in an instant.
Every blood vessel on his face burst out one by one.
There was an extremely painful moan in his throat.
Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
His blood sprayed in the air, but did not fall.
It's like being pulled by some strange force.
Divided into small drops of blood, floating in the air.
into different shapes and colors.
Eighty-one flames. It began to flicker on and off.
Formed, like an ancient text that is extremely obscure and difficult to understand.
The old man was trembling all over.
As if enduring great pain.
Then, he desperately opened his eyes.
Look carefully at the words that appear in front of you.
one... two... three...
As if he had spent all his energy, he finally read all the text.
Then, an expression of incomparable horror appeared on his face!
"how so?"
"According to God's revelation, she shouldn't be a person in this world at all!"
"impossible!"
"She is obviously the descendant of that person!"
"How could it not exist in the past reincarnation?"
A gloomy voice suddenly sounded from beside him.
It was an old woman covered in darkness and wearing a black cloak.
She hollered and let out a cackle like a crow.
"I've said it a long time ago, our spell back then was impossible to miss."
"Her mother died under our spell."
"She herself, also because of our spell, is born with a decline in life, and she can't live to be sixteen!"
The old man said with a trembling voice, "That's right, we all think so. However, she has already passed her sixteenth birthday, and she is still alive and well!"
The old woman let out a sinister laugh.
"That's unless someone helps her—change her fate against the sky!"
"However, she is doomed to a catastrophe. We can use spells to regain her life!"
"Hehehe... as long as we cut her off. In this world, there is no blood that can fight against us!"
"Do it!"
"puff!"
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood again.
It split into countless blood beads, and fell on the eighty-one oil lamps at the same time.
Then, countless black flames all floated up.
It's weird like a group of demons dancing wildly.
The two sat facing each other.
He kept whispering in his mouth.
"In the name of my most honest believer..."
"Offering the sacrifice most favored by our Lord..."
"Please go and devour her most chaste life..."