Mo Changkong's fingers were soaked in the bright red juice, and they began to dance flexibly on the back of the mirror. Strings of weird symbols flowed out, gradually filling the panel.
chant continues
"Sealing the imprint of the soul is like a chilling winter, you need to remember that death is eternal"
After the sound, the shaking light and shadow stopped immediately, the temperature rose, and everything returned to normal.
Mo Changkong took a deep breath, then turned the mirror over and lifted it to the high stool, so that the silver-plated mirror faced Mu Fan's face.
At this moment, due to the slightly higher height of the high stool, the lower edge of the entire mirror was just at the same level as Mu Fan's chin.
Mu Fan looked up, his face was clearly reflected in the mirror, and Mo Changkong was smiling behind him.
Suddenly, with a flash of mirror light, Mo Changkong's figure distorted into a gray shadow, and then returned to normal, but there was never a trace of a smile on his face.
Right at this moment, Mo Changkong's deep voice sounded in Ao Ge's ear, "Mr. Mu Fan, are you ready?"
"Ready." Mu Fan nodded, swallowing secretly.
Mo Changkong squatted down, clacked the shackles on Mu Fan's ankles, then raised his head, and clasped the handcuffs on Mu Fan's wrists.
"click click"
The cold touch of the handcuffs soaked into the skin of Mu Fan's wrists, like an electric current spread all over his body at a glance, and the sense of restraint made Mu Fan very uncomfortable.
Mo Changkong walked around behind Mu Fan, raised his right hand, and slowly took off the gray leather glove, revealing his right hand wrapped in white bandages.
Through the mirror, Mu Fan observed everything.
Only then did he realize that since the first time he saw Mo Changkong, he had been wearing a pair of gray gloves
I didn't even take it off when I was eating.
What's more important and weird is that I didn't notice it at all
Mo Changkong casually placed the gray glove on the long table, and placed the palm of his right hand flat. Five white bandages instantly fell from his fingertips, shaking slightly in the air like five white ribbons.
He grasped the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the dark blue pupils swam extremely in the eye sockets, and instantly spread to the entire pair of eyes. The strange blue color was like two burning phosphorous fires.
At the same time, the low mantra sounded again
"The souls of the dead, don't want to disperse, wait for the opportunity to return, when the dead climb out of the decaying tomb, the living will be filled into the eternal hell"
Amidst the vicissitudes of life, the four lanterns shook uncomfortably again, the temperature dropped sharply, and the five bandages in the air began to swim silently.
Senbai's bandage climbed onto the iron chair like a spirit snake, and then gently touched Mu Fan's back and neck.
The cold touch made him shudder, and his heart beat wildly.
"bang bang"
"bang bang"
Mu Fan could clearly feel the powerful, weird, and evil spiritual power possessed by the bandage, which seemed to be able to penetrate the body and reach the soul
But the five bandages were not wrapped around Mu Fan's body, they floated slowly in the air, drifted towards Mu Fan's back, and then scattered and wrapped in the void, gradually tightened, outlining a human-shaped transparent object.
Mu Fan had a panoramic view of all this in the mirror. At the same time, he faintly felt a tingling sensation from his neck and back, as if hundreds of tiny iron hooks were pulling his flesh.
"hiss"
The tingling sensation became more and more obvious, and Mu Fan frowned involuntarily.
Mo Changkong remained motionless like a stone statue, but his blue eyes burned even more fiercely.
"swish"
The five bandages tightened immediately, pulling the void thing towards Mu Fan's back, and a strange whisper whizzed around Mu Fan's ears, like some kind of wild beast roaring desperately, and the sharp tingling sensation drowned him like a tide
"Kacha Kacha"
The muscles of Mu Fan's whole body were tense, his hot body writhed violently on the iron chair, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the handcuffs and fetters made a crisp knocking sound, but he gritted his teeth tightly and remained silent.
Suddenly, Mo Changkong sent five