Red Heart Survey

When Fang Heling threw the person in his hand into the open space, the horror story opened to the next chapter.

"Is it all here?" Yanzi asked Liang Jiu.

After thinking about it repeatedly, the poor Qingyun Pavilion disciple said: "There are a few corpses that I really can't recognize, and the ones I recognize are all here."

He didn't dare to make a single mistake, and he didn't dare to make half a mistake.

"Oh, you are so pitiful." Yanzi touched his face: "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous, and my sister won't hurt you."

"I'm not tight, nervous."

Liang Jiu's trembling voice was obviously not convincing, but Yanzi didn't pursue it either.

She just turned around and looked at the devils: "What are you still doing? You don't care about your own affairs, and you are still waiting for my old lady to feed you?"

Zheng Fei was not angry with this bad attitude.

Instead, he just smiled and said very politely: "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Shou followed suit, "Thank you!"

Zheng Fei changed from a squatting position to a standing position, standing up like a mountain of meat.

He took a step forward, strode to the open space, put his hand into his belt, and grabbed a big square cauldron!

With the promotion of the Momen storage box, the storage belt is a relatively ancient item, and now few people use it, and the number of surviving items is also very rare.

But compared to this storage belt, this Fang Dading's aura is even more ancient.

It was taken out from the storage belt, but it seemed to be picked up from some dark warehouse, with dust and old stories that no one listened to.

It makes people subconsciously want to sneeze.

Boom!

The tripod fell and hit the ground heavily. The mountain range responded with a long, muffled sound.

It is more than one zhang high, and its length and width are equal, all about one zhang. Four feet, two ears, square and neat, very symmetrical.

The inscription on the body of the tripod has Yang script, and the characters are very similar to Dao script. Although it cannot directly convey its meaning, it is not difficult to recognize. But the wording is obscure, and it is vaguely an ancient prayer. (This Yangwen is not the Yangguo characters, but refers to the raised characters on the body of the tripod)

Zheng Fei didn't speak, just picked up a corpse on the ground and threw it into the cauldron.

The cauldron is not unfathomable, but a man who is not thin and small throws it in, and there is no sound at all.

It's just that the position under the tripod suddenly burst into bloody flames!

The fright of the monks of Feng and Chi who gathered together reached the peak in an instant.

These human monsters... seem to be cooking people for food!

"Fight with them...!"

The yelling was cut off in the middle, and the flesh-splitting man-devil lifted the man's neck and threw him into the cauldron.

The whole process was very natural.

"Whoever resists will die first." He said indifferently.

Yanzi stretched out her hands and pressed down.

Her hands were not ferocious and bloody, but beautiful, slender, delicate, fair and ruddy.

"What did I say at the beginning? I said I wanted to ask you to do something for me, didn't I?"

She faced the monks of Feng and Chi who were present. A mask without facial features could not show her expression, but her body, her voice, and her momentum all interpreted indifference.

"Now I might as well tell you what this matter is. Do you know? You Qingyun Pavilion has a baby, a big baby!"

She turned around and touched Liang Jiu's face: "Of course, I'm not talking about my little Jiu."

Liang Jiu was like a clay puppet, motionless and silent.

He always thought that he was no worse than Chi Yue, and much stronger than Feng Ming. Just because he doesn't belong to Feng and Chi, he doesn't get the support of the sect and doesn't get the best resources. There is no hope for the suzerain for life, and the best future is the position of a foreign surname Zongshou.

He was unwilling and unconvinced, and he was annoyed by this unfair world, and he had been depressed for a long time. That's why when Feng Yue was begging for mercy, he deliberately asked Feng Ming.

If Feng Yue finds out that people with the surnames of Feng and Chi are going to have an accident, let his son Feng Ming have an accident together. If they can escape, let Feng Ming survive together. He just wants people like Feng Ming who are born with good luck to feel and experience "fairness"!

But after witnessing with his own eyes the scene where these monsters cook people with a cauldron, he didn't know if he would say that if he did it all over again!

At least at this moment, he didn't want to stand behind this female devil.

Swallow looked around for a week, and looked away a little bored.

It was obvious that no one present was in the mood to pay attention to her teasing.

She then continued: "What I want is...balanced blood in your body!"

"You don't need to know what it is. You just need to know that it is a method left by a certain force in ancient times. In the past few years, it has kept your Fengchi and two veins in relative balance. It controls It affects your future, and to a certain extent, it also affects your destiny."

"In your body, it's so mediocre! But for them!" Yanzi pointed to Zheng Fei and Li Shou: "It will play a vital role."

"It's a pity that this method has been lost. The blood of balance is only available to you Qing Yunting."

Swallow said with regret: "So we have to come and hurt you. Although I am very unwilling, let my Xiaojiu be sad!"

Even though she only met Liang Jiu today, she seemed to have already invested deeply in her feelings, and her emotions were very sincere.

Jiang Wang, who was hiding aside, was secretly startled.

He had guessed earlier that the reason why Qingyun Pavilion Feng and Chi two veins have been able to maintain a relative balance. It's just been lacking enough leads.

Judging from what the female devil said at this time, it should be some kind of secret technique left by the Yunding Asgard era, allowing the monks of Feng and Chi to flow balanced blood in their bodies, to some extent guaranteeing that they have a certain amount of blood. The strength of the country, and corresponding restrictions are made so that this balance can continue.

Jiang Wang didn't know what effect this "balanced blood" could have on Zheng Fei and Li Shou. But just guessing from the literal meaning...

Li Shou's supernatural powers of injuring the enemy by self-mutilation, and Zheng Fei's supernatural powers of counter-injuring the opponent when he is injured, once they can be comprehensively balanced through this so-called "balanced blood"...wouldn't it be unsolvable?

Anyone who becomes their opponent, if you hurt them, you will die, if they hurt themselves, you will die too.

What choice is there other than running away?

Jiang Wang couldn't think of any possible solution for a while!

"But, I only need two drops." Yanzi continued to speak, and her voice jumped up like a little girl: "So maybe you don't have to die too much."

"This cauldron is very useful. We paid a lot of money to get it. It can help us achieve our goals."

"I don't know how many people are needed to cook two drops of balanced blood. They may have to cook ten people, or they may only cook two people."

"We are very reasonable. We cook the corpse first, don't we? If the corpse is cooked, the blood of balance will be there, and there is no need to cook the living person! Isn't everyone happy?"

"But if anyone wants to escape, he will cause us trouble. I'm sorry, I'm going to die now!"

"Yes! We are very reasonable!" Li Shou agreed.

"But having said that." Yanzi spread her hands, looking very helpless: "If there are not enough corpses to cook, we can only add people in slowly. Everyone can understand, right? It will depend on who is unlucky at that time, Do you agree?"

Among the silent monks with the two surnames Feng Chi, even Feng Ming, who couldn't move, kept his mouth shut.

No one wants to be the one who dies first, and no one wants to be the one who can live to the end.

The fists of several people tightened and tightened, but finally they loosened.

It's useless, it's useless to resist.

From the beginning to the present, the demons have repeatedly emphasized this fact with their strength.

So no one resisted.

"If you don't speak, you will acquiesce."

Swallow clapped his hands: "Continue!"