The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 52 Evil Sacrifice
  The room on the third floor looks very spacious. In the entire third floor area, all wooden partitions except the load-bearing columns and load-bearing walls have been removed, and several offices have been merged into one hall.

Different from the style on the first floor, there is no luxurious decoration here. In the empty hall, except for a few tables and chairs at the wall, there is only a large round table in the center, on which is enshrined a statue of more than three feet. Tall, indigo ferocious statue.

Why do statues feel like offerings rather than decorations? That's naturally because of the things placed at its feet:
  A bare human skull bowl filled with black and red liquid!
  Two bull heads that seemed to have been chopped off not long ago, still dripping with blood, staring and sticking out their tongues, were lined up on the left and right!

A bone flute inlaid with gold and covered with silver, with a dull yellow color and a very suspicious material at first glance!
  What's more important is that the young female corpse lying in front of the table had a large cut on her throat and had obviously lost all vitality!

Even to the most uninitiated person, this would appear to be some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.

Two brown-skinned strong men put down the unconscious young woman on their shoulders and bowed to a man sitting cross-legged on the ground with low eyebrows.

The man on the ground looks to be in his thirties or forties, with dark eyes and skin, a flat nose and thick lips. He is lean and seems to have some Southeast Asian descent. He sits with his legs crossed and his upper body is naked except for the dark gold pendant hanging around his neck. Outside, only a blood-stained white cloth was wrapped around his waist.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at his two men, waved lazily and said something.

The two strong men maintained their bowed postures and meekly retreated to the wall.

The thin black man stood up, spread his hairy legs, walked over to the female corpse, pulled out a handle from under the round table with sharp blades at both ends, shaped like a double-horned scimitar with an elongated S, and pointed towards it. A forceful stroke between the chest and abdomen of the corpse!
  The sharp blade cut through the young female corpse's pale skin, light yellow fat layer, and light red texture. Then, with a twist and a pry, it cut off the chest and ribs, revealing the heart that was no longer beating.

The owner of the heart stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, as if he didn't understand why his young life ended here until the moment he passed away.

However, her murderer didn't care about the deceased's doubts. He just used the blade of the knife to separate the blood vessels connected to the organs. He reached out with his other hand to grab the dark red heart and lifted it up.

Looking at the viscous blood that had solidified above the heart in his hand, dripping onto the floor, the thin, dark man didn't care. He had a cold and arrogant smile on his face, which is something only those who have been in high positions for a long time are used to doing. expression.

In the hall of the house, a thin, dark man was smiling. He was cold and arrogant, mixed with a satisfied smile.

Under the courtyard wall outside the house, Zhu Mingyao was also smiling, a cold and stern smile mixed with anger.

When Zhu Mingyao saw the scene in the house through the hidden undercover soldiers, he knew that what happened today was going to be irreversible.

If he had gone according to his original plan and notified the police first and asked them to contact the official department, he would probably only have time to collect the body of the kidnapped person when he came back.

Furthermore - the Yin soldier lurking in the house changed his perspective and looked at the desperate and frightened young face of the female corpse. The young man gritted his teeth hard.

In his previous life, he was just a mediocre and cowardly person, and there was still some passion left in his heart.

Since we have the destiny to set foot on the extraordinary world in this life, how can we ignore death? Be a coward!

Now that he had made a decision, Zhu Mingyao stopped delaying. He moved gently and retreated twenty to thirty meters away, hiding in the shadow of an abandoned billboard beside the dirt road, and began to bless himself with spells. .

While preparing the spell, the young man quickly recalled the arrangements in the hall and retrieved similar knowledge in his memory.

"The statue wears a golden skull crown, has an indigo body, prominent eyes and a large mouth, and rides on a black buffalo. In its hand is a golden hammer instead of a bone staff. This shape is somewhere between Yama, the King of Tantric Buddhism, and Yama, the God of Death in Brahmanism. "They should be similar varieties." "Slaughtering bulls for blood supply would not be orthodox Brahmans, I don't know where they are heretics..."

"These people look a bit like the Southeast Asians in the neighborhood. They probably came from there. We need to prepare ways to purify and ward off evil spirits later, and be careful of evil spells such as lowering the head..."

Just as Zhu Mingyao was thinking about his next strategy, a new picture came back from the dark soldiers in the room.

...The thin black man waved the double-horned scimitar in the air with one hand, held the heart in the other hand, stood on tiptoe, and followed the ups and downs of humming in his mouth, and his body began to dance crazily.

"Hush, coax, Yanmoksa..." Along with the evil curse of unknown meaning, the heart held in the hands of the thin black man also changed.

The heart, which was originally a piece of dead flesh, began to beat slightly, and the amplitude became larger and larger. After a few breaths, it seemed to reach a certain critical point, and then suddenly solidified, and then turned into melted wax oil. A ball of black and red blood and flesh was suspended in the man's palm!
  Even though Yin Bing had no sense of smell, Zhu Mingyao could guess just from the picture how disgusting the smell in the hall was at this time.

The thin, dark man who was the person involved didn't seem to care. Instead, he looked at the unknown thing in his palm with satisfaction and threw it into the bowl of human skulls on the table.

As soon as the flesh and blood come into contact with the black and red liquid in the bowl, it is quickly assimilated and blended into it in an instant. The bowl of feelings is filled with this kind of filth.

Putting down the double-headed horn knife and picking up the human skull bowl, the thin black man stretched out his right index finger, dipped the liquid in the bowl and flicked it in all directions a few times, and then poured it into the mouth of the Yama statue.

The black and red blood fell down, but not a bit was spilled. A black light fluctuated on the statue, and it was like a living person drinking it all, and there was even a slight sound of swallowing.

After devouring the sacrificial blood offered by the thin black man, the statue's body glowed with a blood-red aura. The next moment, the aura turned to black, and then to blood-red. In this way, the two colors of light appeared alternately, and gradually mixed together into a A chaotic color full of filth.

At this time, the thin black man clasped his palms together and bowed reverently to the statue. Then he opened his mouth and sucked hard, and the chaotic color surrounding it turned into a ray of light and poured into his mouth continuously.

As the spiritual light was swallowed into his belly, the thin black man closed his eyes tightly, his expression was intoxicated with joy, but his muscles twitched violently, as if he felt supreme pleasure and pain at the same time.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, took the wet towel offered by the subordinate next to him, wiped the stinking sweat that had just oozed out from his body, then picked up the double-headed horn knife again and pointed at it. The white woman who was kidnapped tonight shouted.

Two strong men hurried forward, first dragged away the body, and then carried over the still unconscious young white woman.

Zhu Mingyao's heart tightened when he received the real-time picture from the Yin soldiers.

He had already crossed the wall of the workshop and was about to sneak into the small building. Seeing the emergency situation inside the house, he simply gave up his plan to break the barrier secretly. He pulled out his mahogany staff, pointed at the third floor, and recited urgently:

"The Supreme Lord is everywhere..."

He wants to attack directly!

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