I'm a killer with no emotions

The first step is to devour all ghosts and eliminate grievances.

The second step is to pull out the bones and make bone bottles.

The third step is to use blood as a guide to sacrifice to the dead.

This is a sacrificial technique that has been handed down from the ancient country of Dayue to this day, and the sacrifices are living people.

Because only the blood of sinners can pacify the resentment and curse of the dead.

Since the founding of Dai Viet, no one has been able to fully live through this set of procedures.

Often at the first step, the sacrifice will be devoured by the ghosts, and the soul will be scattered, leaving no bones.

Even if they survived the first step by luck, none of them could bear the pain of cramps and bone pulling in the second step, and they all died of pain.

Therefore, Dayue's sacrificial secret technique has not been seen for a long time.

Sitting in the carriage, Huo Chen raised Ning Ning's chin in his arms with one finger, and slowly rubbed it: "The people are blessed today. Not only can they dispel the hatred in their hearts, but they can also get a glimpse of the true face of this magical technique. The left and right emperors are Immortal body, will definitely be able to survive."

Ning Zhe tightened his fingers, his face turned slightly pale.

The soldiers outside the car knocked on the car window and asked about the location respectfully. Huo Chen spat out two words: "Altar."

The altar of the ancient country of Dayue was set up in the center of the imperial city, where there were many people and densely populated.

From the very beginning, Huo Chen wanted to sacrifice the little emperor in front of everyone in Dayue.

It was not because he was worried that the little emperor would not be able to bear the sudden death at the first step, so he came to find the high priest to protect his heart and mind, so that the little emperor could enjoy the purgatory pain later.

Ning Zhe began to tremble uncontrollably from the moment he heard the word "altar".

Huo Chen caressed his face, whispering softly, and whispering like an evil ghost: "Your Majesty, you had the guts to kill a hundred thousand soldiers in front of the world, but now you should also take the lives of the people." , to atone for your atrocities, right?"

Ning Zhe trembled, curled up and burrowed into his arms.

Huo Chen pinched his jaw and forced him to turn his head.

There was a sharp pain in the jaw, and the teardrops in Ning Zhe's eyes fell down again, sobbing.

Tears were hanging on his long and curly eyelashes, and the brilliant brilliance flickering under the light caused ripples in his dark and quiet eyes.

Huo Chen stared at his face, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the crystal teardrop with his fingertips.

The teardrops burst when touched, a bit like the fragile body of the little emperor.

It's just that the temperature of the tears was scorching hot, not at all like Ning Zhe's cold and cruel heart.

Huo Chen rubbed the water stains on his fingertips, and said slowly: "The emperor knows he's crying now, but why didn't he even shed a tear when he issued the order to kill [-] soldiers earlier?"

Ning Zhe whimpered softly, wanted to speak, but remembered that No. 67 would not let him speak, so he could only shake his head in tears.

"Little Faint Lord."

Huo Chen sneered, wiped the tears off his face with his big palm, and pressed hard on the bleeding wound on his chest.

Ning Zhe suddenly screamed, his whole body tensed, and his fingers clenched Huo Chen's skirt.

"Isn't it that you can't feel the pain? Who will show this appearance?"

Huo Chen snorted coldly and let go.

However, the wound on the little emperor's chest had begun to heal at this moment, and slowly scabbed over.

Huo Chen raised his eyebrows, stroked his tear-stained white cheeks, lowered his head close to his face, opened his lips and murmured: "Your Majesty... your tears are precious, you should shed less in the future, or they will dry up. The minister will feel distressed."

Ning Zhe panted violently, staring at him without blinking, his dark eyes imprinted on his handsome and cold face, and a frightening icy flame flashed in his eyes.

Huo Chen clearly saw that beam of flame, like a bean candle flickering in the dark night, or a bright red tea flower blooming in the abyss.

Weak, but extravagant.

As if bewitched, Huo Chen lowered his head slowly, the tip of his nose touched Ning Zhe, and his breath intertwined.

If it was any closer, his lips would touch the pale and soft lips of the little emperor.