Chapter 196 Altar and Sacrifice

He was held in the arms of Luo Henghui without hope, listening to the sound of flying by in his ears. Even if there is a complete plan, it may not be fully implemented according to the plan. But now it seems to act completely by luck, and Lin Youyou feels even more unreliable.

Forget it, no matter what the result is... I always try to save my brother. And, with him...

Looking at his face from the side, Lin Youyou's originally chaotic mood gradually calmed down. In fact, he is still very reliable. Although I'm afraid he will be implicated this time, the original panic in my heart gradually calmed down when I thought that I could be with him until the end.

Feeling that the girl beside him gently leaned her head on her shoulder, Luo Henghui raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her. Her pale face, which was originally a little pale because of nervousness and worry, now looks much better, and she leans her head on herself like this, which will only make her want to protect and comfort with all her strength.

Perhaps that the person who died for her can permanently occupy a place in her heart, but what he has to do is to live by her side and protect her with all his strength. The arm around her shoulder couldn't help tightening it again. Just take her and keep moving forward.

The moon in the sky has gradually become slow since its rapid squirming a few days ago. But everyone has seen the wrong place - although the moon has become extremely slow, it itself trembles every time.

On August 15, in this underworld where you can only see the "moon" and only see the full moon. On this day, what does the moon in the sun look like? The residents of the underworld have no specific feelings for a long time, and have even completely forgotten this day.

And on this day, in the underworld, in fact, careful attention can also be noticed.

This day is the slowest day for the natural circulation of Reiki in the underworld. Therefore, if some people need to break through or practice some very dangerous spells, August 15 is the most appropriate day.

This is also the main reason why the old hell sacrificed on this day to obtain his eternal life.

Another reason is that he is afraid that his current body will not support the day of the Ghost Festival.

On the first day of October, the Ningyin Festival, the three days of the Yang and March 3, Qingming Festival and the 15th of July are also called "Ghost Festival". Before the old king of hell did not modify the rules of the underworld passage, the underworld will automatically open the ghost door during the four ghost festivals every year, so that the yin and yang can communicate with each other. If you don't enter the underworld in time, you can take this opportunity. I will return to the underworld and get the opportunity of reincarnation.

Now, the old king of hell uses his ability to forcibly close the underworld passage. On the day of the Ghost Festival, he is afraid that he will be devoured by the underworld passage. At that time, it is still a question whether his current body can support it.

The door of the room opened, and the tall figure slowly came out.

The people who were busy in the apse found that the old king of death finally came out again after many days of "closed".

The cold eyes swept through the whole room, and all the people, including the tea and tea that got up from the computer table with black eyes, looked at the old king of hell.

"All of them are on standby here. I'll tell you to do the rest when I come back later." Some hoarse and tearing voices grinded people's ears. After saying these words, the tall voice took heavy steps and walked to the door step by step. Behind him, followed by the man with silver-white hair, as respectful and pious as ever.

Blinking his eyes, Chacha yawned loudly: "Oh, I played too late last night..."

An'an and the bull-headed horse face also looked at the gate, and then said, "Check it again to ensure that you can deal with the sudden state when the ghost door opens at any time."

"Yes." The bull-headed horse's face was also pale, and there was a little black and cyan under his eyes.

The old king of the morgue walked out of the hall, and every step took the inexplicable suffocating momentum. The guardians lined up in a neat line, following the old king of hell and Cang Fu.

The big ghosts and little ghosts were all hiding in their buried caves, trembling. They only dared to secretly glance at the dust under everyone's feet from the mouth of the cave, and did not dare to look up a few more.

"Go and bring them out." Outside the palace of the king of hell, at a seemingly desolate intersection, the old king of hell said to a row of underworld guards behind him.

"Yes!" The dark dust leading the team responded respectfully, and then walked in the direction of the 18th floor of hell with a rope that could suppress spiritual power.

The old king of the world walked towards the altar with another team of people.

In the center of the underworld, a round altar stood in it. The old king of hell stood on the edge of the altar and looked at the exquisite patterns depicted on it standing there quietly, as if it were a statue, and it seemed to have been integrated with the altar.

Cang Qian guarded around with other ghosts, just waiting for the arrival of another team of ghosts.

"Take it away." The neat footsteps stopped abruptly. Anchen took out two ropes in his hand and chanted the spell. The two ropes seemed to have their own lives and tied them to the two people in prison.

"Bastard!" Xiao Yunye was sleeping, but she was suddenly tied up and struggled a little, but she found that she couldn't even use any spiritual power. He couldn't help blushing and staring at the dark dust outside fiercely.

Lin Han also lowered his head and was still meditated. He was so suddenly interrupted. He raised his head and looked out doubtfully and asked, "Is it so early?"

The dark dust was still expressionless. He raised his hand and waved his hand. The guards quickly opened the door of the prison and came out with the rope behind the two people, as if they were carrying a child.

"Gone go of me! Let go of me!!" Xiao Yunye's feet left the ground, and while struggling, he kept shouting and scolding.

Lin Han was very cooperative. He hung obliquely on the ground at an angle of forty-five angles and said, "Tell me when you arrive. I'll sleep first." The man closed his eyes.

Yun Ye was making a fuss, but he was surprised to see Lin Han's appearance. His little face turned black. He wanted to scold but did not dare to scold again. He had to close his little mouth, stared at the dark dust with murderous eyes, and looked at the underworld protection around him from time to time.

She knows all these people! They were all her men. Originally, they asked them to go east, but they never dared to go west! But now, you dare to take yourself to death!

The noisy little Lori has become quiet, but whether she is noisy or not, she can't stop the footsteps of the underworld.

Step by step, moving neatly and quickly towards their designated place.

A gust of wind gently brushed, and the old king's originally lax eyes suddenly condensed, and the tall voice suddenly turned around, facing the wind, and the shawl behind him swung up with the wind.

The team behind him came to the altar, and there were two people among them.

One is the former new king, His Royal Highness the King of Hell in the new year, and the other is the demon queen and the former head of the underworld. And in the direction they are moving forward, on the tall altar, there is another ruler of the underworld.

"Put it in." Pointing to the middle of the altar, the voice of the old king of the world was still hoarse and rough.

The two guardians each carried one person and put it in the middle of the altar.

Lin Han was sleeping all the way. When he was put in the middle of the altar, he woke up. He seemed to open his eyes in confusion, looked left and right, and then yawned big.

Xiao Yunye's little face was still black, his little mouth was squeezed, and he stared at the old king of hell with some grievances and resentment. He wished to kill him with his eyes.

"You step back, you, put the materials in."

The voice of the old king of the world fell, and Cang Qian bowed his body, cut his own space, took out a few things, and put them one by one in the corner around the altar.

After staring at the old king of hell for a while, Xiao Yunye looked at Qiancang, who was putting things, with hatred. Suddenly, she saw something familiar. Two big red eyes suddenly stared round, and her mouth, which had not spoken for a long time, also made a shrill cry: "That! That's my brother's!!"

As if he didn't hear it, he put the thing like a round jade there, got up, and put the next thing.

Yunye suddenly turned his head back, and his eyes were full of shock and stared at the old king of hell: "That's my brother's! It's what he needs to use when he practices! Where did you get it from?!" Since his brother's death, not only the soul jade has disappeared, but also the things on his body have disappeared... Or, everything about him has disappeared and turned into ashes.

This is the eternal pain in Xiao Yunye's heart. She can't imagine that her brother is so powerful, but why is he still killed? Even his own body can't be protected? Who the hell is it? Who can kill him?!

Suddenly, she thought of it, staring at the loud voice still standing on the edge of the altar, and her voice trembled: "It's you... you killed him!" Yes, in the underworld, at that time, except the old king of hell, who else could kill his brother?

The cold eyes swept to Yunye. The old king of hell had no interest in explaining. Whether it was life or death, or privacy was discovered, this little girl was just a prop. Earlier, the sign was set up to stabilize the demon clan. Now, the sacrifices to be sacrificed for your own eternal life.

Will anyone explain to those cattle and sheep who kill the worship why they die before the sacrifice? In the same way, he will naturally not waste time talking nonsense to people who are about to die.

"Dad", the last sacrifice was placed, and Cang Qian respectfully walked back to the old king of the world: "Your Highness, all of them have been placed."

"Well, send..."

The word "moving" has not come out in a hurry, and a momentum with obvious provocation came from not far away.

The old man slowly turned around and looked in that direction.