I'm a killer with no emotions

The Zodiac Pavilion is located deep in the ruins of the ancient temple of Dayue. It is dedicated to sacrificial matters, divination of the fortune of the country, and good and bad luck. It is very mysterious and has a very high status in the ancient kingdom of Dayue.

The reason why Ning Zhe was easily deposed was that the Zhanxing Pavilion was behind the scenes.

Ning Zhe doesn't like the Xingxing Pavilion, every time he comes here, he will start to have a headache.

But how could Huo Chen care if he had a headache or not, he wished that Ning Zhe would have more pain, and regardless of Ning Zhe's struggle, he directly hugged him in.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Ning Zhe shivered and raised his head in fear.

The dark clouds above the sky began to gather, and the wind was blowing wildly in an instant, covering the sky and the sun.

But the sky outside the Xingxing Pavilion was clear and cloudless.

Ning Zhe stared at the ferocious black mist that gathered and twisted together, and there was a slight wave in his quiet eyes.

From the turbulent black mist, he felt a chill of bitter resentment and murder.

Countless pale faces loomed in the black mist, howling and shrieking, flailing their teeth and claws at Ning, eager to try, as if they wanted to eat him alive, but they were afraid of the people around him and dared not move.

"Do you know what this is?" Huo Chen suddenly asked Ning Zhe.

Ning Zhe shook his head.

"Oh... Your Majesty is really forgetful."

Huo Chen snorted coldly, and his voice was cold and deep, "The blood debt of a hundred thousand soldiers was so easily forgotten by you, you really are a heartless monster."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips, tightened the hands holding his neck, rubbed his fluffy head against Huo Chen's shoulder, and curled up in his arms without speaking.

Huo Chen didn't force him, but just wrote lightly: "It doesn't matter if the emperor forgets, you can remember it later."

He curled his lips into a sneer, hugged Ning Zhe, walked into the temple along the smoky plank road on the river, and said to the people inside: "It's time to start."

The man looked back, his voice was indifferent, and he called out: "Ning Zhe."

Ning Zhe suddenly raised his eyes from Huo Chen's arms, and saw a young man in white clothes standing in front of the hall, his brows and eyes were like distant mountains, unreachable.

The young man said to Ning Zhe in a cold voice without emotion: "Come here, come to me."

The voice was clearly calm, but Ning Zhe's heart began to tremble.

He looked at Huo Chen with rejection in his eyes.

Huo Chen put him down, stroked his messy hair, and said in a soft and intimate voice, "Go, listen to the high priest."

Ning Zhe looked flustered, looked up blankly, and looked at the high priest.

The statue of the deity stands majestically in front of the hall, bright light shines in through the high windows, and prostrates at the feet of the deity.

The high priest stood high beside the statue of the god, quietly looking down at him with a pair of empty and heartless gray eyes.

Ning Zhe's heart clenched, he suddenly grabbed Huo Chen's sleeve and shook his head in panic.

There was a smile on Huo Chen's lips, but his palms were like iron tongs around his wrists, and he took them away without a doubt.

He reached out and touched Ning Zhe's pale face, lowered his head and said softly, "Your Majesty, be obedient."

After the words fell, he pushed Ning Zhe away with a palm.

Ning Zhe staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

The men in white on both sides of the temple came over, took Ning Zhe up, brought him to the high priest, and threw him at his feet.

As soon as Ning Zhe landed, he wanted to crawl to Huo Chen's place.

As soon as the high priest stretched out his fingertips, he held him there, and at the same time, a thin blade appeared between his fingers, piercing Ning Zhe's heart mercilessly.

Ning Zhe stared wide-eyed, lying on the ground twitching.

Heart blood slowly flowed from his heart to the ground, the high priest slowly raised his other hand, and the pool of dark red blood instantly floated up and gathered in his palm.

A dark red light shines from the palm of the high priest's hand.

In an instant, the black mist entrenched outside the temple smelled the smell of blood, rushing into the temple, following Ning Zhe's wound, and getting into his body.

Ning Zhe raised his head, his pupils constricted violently, and the black veins under his fair skin stood out.

His whole body trembled violently, his hands and feet were convulsed, his expression was hideous, and a painful whimper sounded from his throat.

Huo Chen stepped forward, stretched out his arms to hug him, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, does it hurt?"

Ning Zhe clutched his skirt tightly, shaking his head so that he couldn't speak, he could only keep shaking his head.

The corners of Huo Chen's lips curled into a smile, and he raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat from the little emperor's forehead, pinched his soft cheeks, and said softly: "Swallowing all ghosts is just the first step in worshiping heaven. Your majesty, more It hurts, it's still behind, you have to bear it well, don't die..."