Divorce, Mr. Shen

"Here, it should be where the altar is." Yeluxiao turned around, looked back at the spider and said, "Where is the priest you mentioned? Don't tell me that if you light a fire, you can ascend to heaven in place? "

"Maybe." Spider Spider glanced at Yeluxiao casually, "Why don't you try to burn yourself first?"

"Bastard." Yeluxiao was a little irritated by the spider's attitude, "Don't think that my brother is protecting you, so I dare not beat you."

"Heh," the spider chuckled, "Your and my memories have almost been transmitted. Do you think I know more than you? What's the use of asking me?"

"Then what should we do now?" Yeluxiao said angrily, "Just f*cking wasting here?"

"Otherwise?" Zhuzhu raised her eyebrows, "If you guys weren't here, maybe your younger brother would be pregnant by now."

"You—" Yeluxiao made a gesture to rush over to beat this person up, but Shen Weixing held his arm next to him: "Calm down, now is not the time to quarrel."

After taking the medicine, Ning Qiuli felt that his "stomach pain" should be cured, so he quietly took a torch from the mountain wall and looked around by shining it.

When he first arrived, he subconsciously felt that the floor tiles were not right. Even if they were illuminated by the flames, the blood color would be too dazzling, so this time he focused on the stone tiles on the floor.

Ning Qiuli frowned and looked at it for a while, then simply squatted down, brought the torch less than one centimeter away from the stone brick, and immediately saw what was on it.

It turned out to be strings of spells that seemed to be written with red paint!

Shen Weixing noticed that Ning Qiuli was squatting here like a small mushroom again, so he couldn't help but also came over and squatted beside him, and asked with concern: "Does your stomach still hurt? Does taking medicine not help?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Ning Qiuli shook his head, pointed to the spell on the stone brick with his little finger and said, "Look, Wei Xing."

Shen Weixing glanced at the stone bricks, wiped his index finger wet with saliva on the stone bricks, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and said, "It's blood."

"Blood?" Ning Qiuli was a little surprised, "Why is there blood on the floor tiles? I thought it was some paint..."

"This..." Shen Weixing said, looking at Zhuzhu and Yeluxiao, "I'm afraid I have to ask them."

"Blood will not be used in the steps before the sacrifice." The spider stood there and didn't even bother to move, "Unless someone with ulterior motives deliberately wrote these spells with blood."

"What's the use of writing a blood curse?" Yeluxiao leaned over curiously to have a look, "It can't be to disgust us on purpose, can it?"

As soon as Yeluxiao finished speaking, he heard an extremely slight cracking sound from the ground, and then saw the spells on the stone bricks on the ground light up one after another, and soon formed a medium-sized circle. People are surrounded in the center.

At the same time, the circle rose slowly. Although the speed was not fast, it was obvious that it would not stop.

"... Fuck." The spider cursed in a low voice, and then said, "You two, now you know what the blood curse is for, right?"

Yeluxiao looked ignorant and ignorant: "Illumination?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a mechanism." Shen Weixing looked around and said, "The place where the three of us are standing is the altar."

"Altar?" Yelu Xiao was startled when he heard the words, "Then you two hurry down!"

"I want to go down with him," Shen Weixing said, "but the key to the opening of this mechanism is probably the weight or body temperature of the three of us, if any one is missing..."

"Ning Qiu is coming down from you," the spider interrupted, "I'll go up."