Yancheng is more than 300 kilometers away from Dongyang, and it takes about three hours to walk on the highway.
However, Zhou Yang never thought about not going over this issue.
Zhou Yang first sent Zhou Ying back to the hospital, and cast a spell to change her memory, making her think that she had had a nightmare and was not really taken away by the prince, and she guaranteed that she would sleep till dawn.
After setting up Zhou Ying, Zhou Yang took the prince to the scheduled surgery site, where they were going to hold a gathering.
This is a KTV run by the Qiu family, and the business is booming.
The reserved place is a box reserved by Prince Edward himself.
After entering the box, Zhou Yang simply checked and found the magic circle set up.
After researching, he couldn't help being a little surprised.
The magic circle set in the box does not belong to the Middle-earth school, but a Western witchcraft circle.
After entering the Internet age, there has been more and more exchanges of Eastern and Western methods, and there are many integrative and inclusive people. Zhou Yang himself was once a representative figure in the study of Western black magic among Eastern magicians, and was published in a famous electronic journal of magic in the world of magic and magic. Published many research papers.
The magic circle in the box in front of you is a typical black magic circle. Specifically, it should belong to the North Caucasus stream of the summoning school. It is mainly active in Russia and Siberia. It is famous for worshiping evil gods, likes blood sacrifices, and acts evil and secretive. Not to mention in the Western mainstream magic circle, even if it is put in the black magic circle, it belongs to the evil faction that has been severely hit.
This is not the Internet age, and even QQ has not been popularized. Although there are certain exchanges between Eastern and Western methods, there are not many. It is very rare to see black magic in this small northern city, not to mention it is still such a non-mainstream. faction
The wizards of the North Caucasus genre have been completely silent for many years under the long-term high pressure of the mainstream wizard circle, and one suddenly pops up here. Could it be simply accidental
Zhou Yang thought in his heart, but he didn't hesitate in the movement of his hands.
After thoroughly studying the operation mode and method of the law formation, Zhou Yang hung the prince in the middle of the box, stripped his clothes, and then pierced the round stick into his backyard.
The black blood flowed down the hollow in the center of the round stick, and fell into the pre-prepared container below.
The circle began to activate and operate.
The requirement for the operation of this circle is the first yin of the virgin, and the apparent nature of the blood in this part of the prince is similar, plus Zhou Yang's use of spell disguise, it can be completely fooled in the initial stage of the operation of the circle.
Zhou Yang wanted to use this to buy time to prevent the other side from being alarmed.
After doing all this, Zhou Yang used the technique of ghosts to give the prince a hint, then left the KTV, and drove to prepare some weapons for himself.
The car is the Prince's car, a powerful Hummer.
As the son of the richest man in Dongyang, the prince has six or seven cars, and the cheapest one is more than 500,000. The most expensive is naturally the red Ferrari.
Dongyang has a long history of craft weapons products factory, which specializes in producing various original scale classical weapons. The craftsmanship is exquisite. Apart from being unopened, it is indistinguishable from real weapons.
Zhou Yang sneaked into the factory's sample exhibition room and stole two short knives and a two-handed heavy knife, and then drove to Yancheng immediately.
Except for long-distance trucks, there were almost no other vehicles on the highway at night. Zhou Yang drove two hundred and fifty all the way. It took only one and a half hours to finish the three-hour drive and rushed to Yancheng at midnight.
The place where the ceremony was held was an ordinary farmhouse on the outskirts of Yancheng City.
Two entrances, six rooms, located more than a hundred meters away from the village, in front of the yard are rows of greenhouses, and there is also a large sign for strawberry picking.
After Master Haowei determined the location, Qiu Shoucheng spent three hundred flowers to buy the yard together with the greenhouse.
A luxury minibus is parked in the yard.
Standing in front of the house was full of serious bodyguards.
After obtaining the consent of the master, Qiu Shoucheng brought a few friends to the ceremony. They shared the immortality. They were all business partners and were wealthy. Of course, they couldn’t enjoy it for free. ten thousand.
A few millions can enjoy immortality, can there be anything cheaper than this in the world? There is an example of Qiu Shoucheng dying to die but not dying. Naturally, everyone is extremely convinced and eagerly paid the money. If it doesn’t work anyway, it’s no problem to come back.
Zhou Yang stopped the car far, crossed the food market, sneaked in from the backyard, used the charm of a bodyguard, and looked at the window.
All the windows are covered by thick curtains.
However, this is not as difficult as Zhou Yang.
After possessing the basic abilities of evil spirits, it is impossible for the wall to stop him.
He squatted down, using his penetrating power, carefully got his head in from below the corner of the wall.
The light in the room was dim, with a pungent scent of waxy oil, and a group of dangling black robes were in front of them.
After confirming that the people in front were all facing the wall, Zhou Yang slowly stood up and saw the whole picture of the room clearly.
The size of the room is so huge that all three rooms should be opened up.
More than two dozen people, all dressed in black robes that tightly covered their heads and faces, surrounded a circle.
In the center of the circle stood a tall black robe, holding a staff in one hand and a thick book in the other, chanting something in a weird tone.
Eight candles lit a circle around his body.
On each candle, there is a translucent red child.
It was the soul of the girl who had been hunted, twisting and struggling in vain on the candlelight, groaning in pain.
This moan was mixed with the chanting, forming a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere. The black robes that were overwhelmed by the crowd couldn't even straighten their waists, bowed their heads deeply, and read them in a uniform and uniform manner. A complicated noun.
A Russian noun.
They probably don't know the meaning of this term.
But Zhou Yang knew.
This is the name of an evil god.
The evil gods worshiped by the North Caucasus school pay attention to agnosticism, that is, gods are mysterious and powerful and cannot be explored by mortals. Only those who are approved by them can get the name of the gods and obtain the glory of the gods descending.
These people present, except for the host in the middle, probably didn't know it. This was not a ritual of immortality, but a summoning of the evil god.
All of them are actually part of the ceremony, even part of the sacrifice.
The power of Cthulhu is powerful, and a single mortal individual cannot bear it. After coming to the world, in order to avoid power damage, different parts of the power will be injected into the body of involuntary human beings to form the Cthulhu clone.
In other words, once the Cthulhu descends successfully, all those present will become the puppets of the Cthulhu, and the host will become the main body of the Cthulhu!
The ceremony that year was probably a success.
Does that mean that the infinitely beautiful Qiu family father and son in the previous life are actually just puppets of the evil gods
Seeing everyone bowing their heads and chanting intently, Zhou Yang became more courageous. He climbed onto the roof and got his head out of the ceiling, condescendingly.
This time I saw it more clearly.
In front of the host, on the ground in the center of the candlelight circle, there is a circular black hole.
The ninth soul should be in the black hole, and its role is to transmit and receive signals. The ritual request will be sent to the evil god through her soul, and the evil god will eventually come to the world using her as a landing point.
The ninth soul suffered the most during this period, and even the cruelest torture in the world could not be compared with this kind of suffering.
What's even more frightening is that this soul will not die after the evil god descends, but will be a puppet that will become a servant of the evil god, and there will never be a day of liberation if the evil god does not die.
In the classics of the North Caucasus school, the Cthulhu is immortal. Even if he is defeated in the world, he will hide in his nest at best and cannot be killed.
Therefore, even among the wizards of the North Caucasus genre, the sacrifice to the main soul has always been the biggest revenge against unshakable blood feuds.
With the chanting, evil aura permeated.
The temperature in the room dropped sharply.
The black robes in a circle began to tremble involuntarily, and knelt down one after another.
The voice of the black-robed man who presided over in the middle suddenly became high-pitched.
This is the most critical moment when the summoning spell is in progress. If everything is normal, when he finishes chanting this ritual, the evil god will descend.
At this moment, whether it is the sacrifice or the host, all the attention is highly concentrated.
Zhou Yang shot decisively and punched out.
With a bang, the roof penetrated, Zhou Yang volleyed down, and punched the host on the head.
But the fist was completely empty.
There was nothing in the place where the head was supposed to be.
The black robe shattered.
A big mouth full of sharp teeth snapped at Zhou Yang among the flying rags.
Zhou Yang retreated sharply, using the ghost penetrating technique, crossing the crowd and coming out through the wall.
The wall shattered just behind him.
The big mouth broke through the wall and chased after him.
However, Zhou Yang had already seen the full picture of the big mouth through the gap of the retreat, and couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning.
Although the overall appearance is somewhat similar to that of human beings, which living person has a two-petaled head? Not to mention that the sides of the split head are covered with jagged sharp fangs, and there are at least 20 tentacle-like things dancing in the middle.
It seems that this head is more like a big mouth that opens up to the sky, but according to common sense, there should be eyes, nose and mouth on the face.
Because the head split in the center, the nose and mouth split into two halves.
This guy with a cracked head and a big mouth is covered with pustules and cracks on the entire body surface. Thick mucus drips down the pustules and cracks, dripping all over the body, dripping to the ground, so that it stays on the ground where it passes. A clear trajectory has been followed.
Zhou Yang had countless hunting ghosts and demons in his previous life, but he had never seen such a weird and evil thing.
This thing is not a ghost, nor a demon, nor a demon, nor a strange thing. It seems to be completely beyond the scope of the normal world of understanding!
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