Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2009 The Tomb of the Buddha Spirit. 3
Fu Yuejun went straight over the stone steps and came into the hall.

There seems to be something similar to an altar in the center of the hall, and the Kunwu knife, which has disappeared for a long time, stands beside the altar.

Fu Yuejun vaguely remembered that in the ancient tomb of King Xian, there was an altar hall similar to this.

Only this time, this hall is so extravagant that it is not in the world.

Even on the side of the altar, seven people wearing ancient robes knelt down in front of the altar, each with a golden mask on their faces, and their gestures were pious and respectful.

The glowing sphere above the head is emitting rays of light.

The light fell directly into the sea bowl in front of the sacrifice below. I don't know what was put in the sea bowl, because the light fell, it slowly boiled up, and finally wisps of blue smoke came out.

The blue smoke was faintly floating in the air, but it was not wasted at all, and all entered the noses of the seven people.

A moment later, the seven priests seemed to be disturbed by the green smoke, and woke up from their deep sleep. Their closed eyes opened at the same time, and all of them were black pupils, shooting out amazing rays of light.

Fu Yuejun, who was standing there, felt a sudden shock, and subconsciously took two steps back.

However, these priests in black clothes and hats did not look at Fu Yuejun, but raised their heads one after another, looking at the Kunwu knife in the middle of the altar. A second later, a strange and subtle murmur sounded.

At first, those voices combined were about the size of mosquitoes, but they became louder and louder in the blink of an eye, and finally hit Fu Yuejun's heart like a giant hammer.

A wave of indescribable discomfort came to my heart, and Fu Yuejun felt dizzy.

In the mind and in the sea of ​​consciousness, a strange scene appeared one after another, changing a picture for a while, and changing a picture for a while, but each picture was full of endless vicissitudes.

The ancient attic, the desolate land, the kneeling crowd...

The seven priests kept mumbling something, forming a strange and mysterious movement.

But it was this kind of movement that Fu Yuejun heard, like the notes that urged her to die. She couldn't help but her heart beat faster, her blood was surging, and her blood seemed to be stimulated by this kind of movement, and there was a scene of boiling again.

But at this moment, the picture in her mind changed again, showing the boundless expanse, flying sand and rocks, violent wind and rain, shaking stars... What kind of shock was that!
"pat-"

A drop of blood dripped from Fu Yuejun's nose, but before it fell, it seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and it floated to the Kunwu knife on the altar, then the second drop, and the third drop...

Immediately afterwards, countless blood drops, not only from the nose, but also from the ears, eyes, facial features, and even the skin, a series of blood drops connected to the Kunwu knife like a thread.

Fu Yuejun could feel a longing coming from Kunwu's knife, and he needed more blood.

"what happened?"

The little fox, who had been huddled in Fu Yuejun's arms, woke up from a deep sleep, and felt the loss of blood in the owner's body, and also felt the boiling of the blood.

But Fu Yuejun couldn't hear what it said.

A memory that had been silent for an unknown number of years seemed to be loosening, and a picture appeared in Fu Yuejun's mind... the vast starry sky!

And as the degree of blood boiling continued, the blood in the whole body seemed to be undergoing a great change. The bright red blood that flowed out gradually became thinner, and even the color seemed to be a little different.

It has a subtle golden tint to it.

In the end, it turned completely golden.

(End of this chapter)