After he let go, he handed me the peach wood sword: "You preside over the ritual, and I will drip the blood." He put on sunglasses and held the glass plate in his hand. The blood was not much to begin with, and there was not much left on the plate. If I messed up again like I did, I would have to trouble Qu Mo again.
But I have never presided over a ritual altar. At this critical moment, if anything goes wrong, Night Eyes and Ermao will both perish. I said, "I have never presided over a ritual altar. I will drip blood on you. I will wear your sunglasses."
Old Yan also felt that this matter could not be taken lightly, so he took off his sunglasses and handed them to me, telling me to try not to look directly into the Night Demon Eyes, and to silently recite the Mantra of Clearing the Mind in my heart, and there should be no more problems. I nodded, took the sunglasses and put them on, thinking to myself, I have learned nothing from my mistakes, am I stupid? This time, I will never look directly into the ghost eyes of the dog sun.
When Old Yan returned to the back of the altar, only a small part of the three incense sticks was left. It could only last for ten minutes at most. He had to hurry up and finish dripping the blood before he could change the incense.
Wearing sunglasses, I suddenly felt that everything was pitch black, just like entering the underworld, very gloomy. I grabbed Ermao's right hand, fixed my eyes on his fingers, and used my peripheral vision to determine the location of the Night Demon Eye. The sunglasses blocked the evil spirit, but I was not looking directly at it. In addition, I chanted a spell in my heart, so I didn't feel the horror I had just felt.
He picked up the plate and tipped it over, and a drop of blood dripped into the ghost's eyes!
A terrifying scream came from Ermao's palm, and my heart trembled. I almost dropped the plate again. I hurriedly calmed myself down, knowing that it was the Night Eye that made the cry. One of its right eyes was already broken! Then I grabbed Ermao's left hand and struck while the iron was hot.
At this moment, Qu Mo suddenly shouted from outside, followed by Shen Bing and Wang Zijun's screams. My heart sank. Something was wrong outside. Could it be that the bald guy came again
Old Yan shouted at me, "Hurry up and drop some blood. I'll go out and take a look." Before he finished speaking, he had already run outside.
I felt relieved that he was out, so I immediately turned the plate over and spilled all the blood on Ermao's left palm. At this moment, there was a sound of glass breaking, and the back window of the reception room was broken by a stone, and the stone flew in and hit my hand. I had no chance to withdraw my hand now, because the whole plate was turned over and the blood was spilled. If I withdrew my hand, it would also mean that the blood would be spilled to the side and would not reach the Night Demon Eye.
But if he didn't withdraw his hand, the same result would occur. There was another "clang" sound, and the stone hit the glass plate, shattering it, and blood also spilled on the blanket beside Ermao.
Damn it, the ritual failed. I wonder if the three incense sticks will burn out and the incense will be renewed in time to stabilize the Night Demon Eye? Just as I was thinking about this, a black shadow jumped in from the back window. It looked a little familiar, but I couldn't see the face clearly. Damn, I forgot to take off my sunglasses. I took them off and it was a bald man!
His forehead was shining under the light, and his face had an extremely evil grin, but there was a bloody bump on the top of his head, and his face looked like he had been beaten, with a bruised nose and swollen eyes. I guess that was caused by me, and he was lucky that his head didn't break when he hit the wall, but there would be some marks on his face.
I was furious at the moment, and cursed in my heart, "You son of a bitch, you almost killed Qu Mo, and ruined Ermao's ritual, I will never let you go today!" I stood up and clenched my fists, intending to let him taste how my iron fist was made! After he let go, he handed me the peach wood sword: "You preside over the ritual, and I will drip blood." He put on sunglasses and held the glass plate in his hand. The blood was not much, and there was not much left on the plate. If he messed up like me, he would have to trouble Qu Mo again.
But I have never presided over a ritual altar. At this critical moment, if anything goes wrong, Night Eyes and Ermao will both perish. I said, "I have never presided over a ritual altar. I will drip blood on you. I will wear your sunglasses."
Old Yan also felt that this matter could not be taken lightly, so he took off his sunglasses and handed them to me, telling me to try not to look directly into the Night Demon Eyes, and to silently recite the Mantra of Clearing the Mind in my heart, and there should be no more problems. I nodded, took the sunglasses and put them on, thinking to myself, I have learned nothing from my mistakes, am I stupid? This time, I will never look directly into the ghost eyes of the dog sun.
When Old Yan returned to the back of the altar, only a small part of the three incense sticks was left. It could only last for ten minutes at most. He had to hurry up and finish dripping the blood before he could change the incense.
Wearing sunglasses, I suddenly felt that everything was pitch black, just like entering the underworld, very gloomy. I grabbed Ermao's right hand, fixed my eyes on his fingers, and used my peripheral vision to determine the location of the Night Demon Eye. The sunglasses blocked the evil spirit, but I was not looking directly at it. In addition, I chanted a spell in my heart, so I didn't feel the horror I had just felt.
He picked up the plate and tipped it over, and a drop of blood dripped into the ghost's eyes!
A terrifying scream came from Ermao's palm, and my heart trembled. I almost dropped the plate again. I hurriedly calmed myself down, knowing that it was the Night Eye that made the cry. One of its right eyes was already broken! Then I grabbed Ermao's left hand and struck while the iron was hot.
At this moment, Qu Mo suddenly shouted from outside, followed by Shen Bing and Wang Zijun's screams. My heart sank. Something was wrong outside. Could it be that the bald guy came again
Old Yan shouted at me, "Hurry up and drop some blood. I'll go out and take a look." Before he finished speaking, he had already run outside.
I felt relieved that he was out, so I immediately turned the plate over and spilled all the blood on Ermao's left palm. At this moment, there was a sound of glass breaking, and the back window of the reception room was broken by a stone, and the stone flew in and hit my hand. I had no chance to withdraw my hand now, because the whole plate was turned over and the blood was spilled. If I withdrew my hand, it would also mean that the blood would be spilled to the side and would not reach the Night Demon Eye.
But if he didn't withdraw his hand, the same result would occur. There was another "clang" sound, and the stone hit the glass plate, shattering it, and blood also spilled on the blanket beside Ermao.
Damn it, the ritual failed. I wonder if the three incense sticks will burn out and the incense will be renewed in time to stabilize the Night Demon Eye? Just as I was thinking about this, a black shadow jumped in from the back window. It looked a little familiar, but I couldn't see the face clearly. Damn, I forgot to take off my sunglasses. I took them off and it was a bald man!
His forehead was shining under the light, and his face had an extremely evil grin, but there was a bloody bump on the top of his head, and his face looked like he had been beaten, with a bruised nose and swollen eyes. I guess that was caused by me, and he was lucky that his head didn't break when he hit the wall, but there would be some marks on his face.
I was furious at the moment, cursing in my heart, "You son of a bitch, you almost killed Qu Mo, and ruined Ermao's ritual, I will never let you go today!" I stood up and clenched my fists, intending to let him taste how my iron fist was forged!