Portable Space: Reborn Female Cultivator

Chapter 762 Small World 55
The things in his arms flew out, and a dark bead just rolled to Lingyue's feet.

Bending down to pick up the bead, her white and slender fingers rubbed lightly on the dark black bead for a while, Lingyue's face under the veil curved into a beautiful but extremely dangerous arc.

On the other side, the child and his third senior brother also picked up the things on the ground and headed towards the garden.This time, the third senior brother did not throw everything to the child, but the cursing voice along the way showed that his temper was indeed not very good.

The right hand holding the dark black bead tightened slightly, and the slender fingers slightly raised, and the dark black bead fell into the bag carried by the little monk accurately.What the two monks didn't know was that the bead was glowing faintly, as if trying to dispel all the filth of time, but unfortunately, this scene only appeared for a moment.

After the two monks walked away, Lingyue slowly walked out from the corner, and slowly followed them towards the garden.

The corner where Lingyue turned in was not far from the garden, and she arrived after stopping and stopping. Presumably because she was busy with practice, after meeting those two monks, Lingyue didn't meet anyone else along the way.But that's good, lest she have to walk around and hide, that's so boring!
There were two groups of people standing densely in the garden, one side was the monk gang where the young monk belonged, and directly in front of them stood a benevolent old monk, with wrinkles on his face and gentleness between his brows.His white beard swayed slightly in the wind, and those who didn't know the details would definitely think that he was an eminent monk.

On the other side were some Taoist priests. Judging by their clothes, they were similar to what Lingyue encountered more than ten days ago.Standing directly in front of them was a Taoist priest holding a dust whisk. He looked only in his thirties, with two blue mustaches on his lips, which looked a little funny.

Different from the old monk's benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, the Taoist priest had a bitter and mean face, with a pair of bean-like eyes flickering from time to time.He was wearing a blue Taoist priest's costume, but he was inlaid with gold rims, which looked like a nouveau riche.

Lingyue took a general look, and there were a hundred people in each of the two teams, ranging from four to five years old to 30 to 30 years old, and they were all innocent and innocent. A little bit of evil, but the [-]-year-old adult is completely evil, just like the third senior brother of the little monk, his face is full of green and evil spirits.

The old monk and the Taoist priest looked at each other, as if they had reached an agreement, they nodded to each other.

"Now drop the blood of your index fingers into that bowl in order, three drops for each person, no more and no less." The speaker was a Taoist priest in his thirties. His voice was not masculine, but rather like that of ancient times. The more feminine type of eunuch.

This made Lingyue's hands tremble inexplicably, who was standing not far away.

There is a table in front of the old monk and the old Taoist priest. There are many things on the table, which are utensils for cooking.

Those utensils are very ordinary, but those two bowls are not ordinary, both of them are blood red, like coagulated blood.Not to mention the disgusting look, the most important thing is that the two bowls give people a sense of oppression inexplicably, and inexplicably make people feel difficult to breathe.It is obviously a dead thing.

(End of this chapter)