The Handbook of Turning Over the Princess

Chapter 1049 Revenge (8)

The ground was damp, and thick moss grew on the flagstones.

Tick, tick. .

In the quiet and weird room, the sound of water droplets splashing on the ground can be heard clearly.

There are two people standing in the room.

A black-robed Taoist priest held a red wooden sword in his hand, and pinched the wrist of the person next to him with the other hand. The blade of the red wooden sword rested on his fingertips. It only took a light stroke, and the skin would be ripped apart.

The woman standing beside the Taoist priest is also in a black robe.

Most of his face was covered in a black veil.

On the exposed small part of the face, near the tip of the brow, there is a long red scar.

Like, cut out by a knife.

And the strength is great.

If the strength is not strong, it is absolutely impossible to cut such a deep wound, almost to the bone.

There are already three places where such wounds can be seen, and it is conceivable that there are more scars in the remaining parts that are covered.

Although there are scars on her face, the woman's eyes are beautiful.

The eyes are dark and bright, full of mist.

It's just that such a pair of beautiful eyes are distorted by strong hatred, which makes people feel only scared.

The woman's entire body was wrapped in black.

There is a small wooden table in front of where the Taoist priest stands.

There is a jar on the table.

There seemed to be some living thing in the jar, and the living creature was struggling inside, and the jar shook, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment and fall into pieces.

A talisman was pasted on the strange jar.

The handwriting on the talisman was scrawled and weird, and it was impossible to recognize what was written on it.

The masked woman in black stared at the jar, nodded without thinking, "I've already thought about it, Taoist priest, let's do it."

The black-robed Taoist priest nodded, closed his eyes, and murmured out a long series of characters, then opened his eyes suddenly, and with a swipe of the wooden sword, the blade easily cut through the tender flesh.

Blood poured out, dripping onto the yellow talisman paper.

The jar shook even more violently, and there was a faint, strange, creepy sound coming from the lunatic on the jar cover.

All the blood that dripped on the talisman paper seemed to have grown legs, condensed drop by drop from the paper, forming a small blood stream that penetrated along the gap of the altar cover.

There were bursts of excited and excited low growls from the jar, like the sound of a wild beast, but it was much more terrifying than the sound of a wild beast.

I don't know how long it has been.

The woman in black seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, her body was on the verge of falling.

"All right."

The sword of the black-robed Taoist priest moved away from her wrist.

The blade left her body, and the cut wound on the woman's wrist miraculously healed at an incredible speed.

Wound. .As good as ever.

It was not obvious that he had been cut by a sword at all.

"Daozhang, is it alright?" The woman's hoarse and deep voice was filled with a hint of eagerness.

The black-robed Taoist stroked the beard around his mouth, retracted his sword, and tapped the altar twice with the hilt. The shaking porcelain altar soon stabilized.

"Don't be too happy, this is just the first step."

"The evil spirits didn't reject your blood. You have met the first requirement."

The woman didn't care about the discomfort and dizziness caused by the massive blood loss, she just wanted to know the answer, "Master Dao, tell me what exactly I need to do to make the evil spirit completely accept me and be driven by me?"
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(End of this chapter)