Beautiful men can't get rid of: useless black belly girl

Chapter 177 Hemolysis Ritual
Si Moyu suddenly found that Chi Zhu and Luochen were sitting at the table at the far end of the crowd, and Ah Qing was standing beside the table and waved to him excitedly, so he smiled back at Ah Qing, seeing that she was fine. , the stone in my heart fell down.

The place where Si Moyu and Yan Wuhuo stood was a stone platform, from which they could easily glance at everyone present.Suddenly she saw another person got up and left after seeing the two of them, Si Moyu looked at that figure from the back, it seemed to be Fengyue.

Si Moyu frowned slightly.Fengyue must be feeling very uncomfortable now... After all, watching the person she likes perform a wedding ceremony is very uncomfortable.

Just as he was thinking, he was interrupted by the master of ceremonies walking over from the side.

"The hemolysis ritual will be performed next."

Si Moyu raised his eyes and saw that the master of ceremonies was actually the Great Elder, and was taken aback when he heard what he said.What is the Hemolysis Ritual?Why does it sound like...it hurts?

Sure enough, Si Moyu saw the First Elder take out something wrapped in cloth from his bosom, and when he opened it was a delicate silver knife, only as long as a person's index finger.

The First Elder took a bowl half filled with water from the Second Elder, put the bowl between them, and handed the knife to Yan Wuhuo's hand.

Yan Wuhuo held the knife with a calm face, and slashed at the little finger of his right hand, blood was seen immediately, and then quickly dripped the blood into the porcelain bowl.

Si Moyu looked very surprised, and when he saw Yan Wuhuo pulling his hand, his eyes widened even more in horror.

"My lady, if it doesn't hurt, just give it a shot." Seeing Si Moyu's frightened look, Yan Wuhuo comforted him in a low voice.

Si Moyu swallowed, nodded slightly, and when Yan Wuhuo slashed at his left little finger with a knife, he couldn't help turning his head away.

The integrity of the body is a must for a killer. If you are injured and bleed during a fight, you will not feel anything, but to intentionally injure a part of your body... it is really unacceptable.

Yan Wuhuo ran across her fingers lightly with a knife, and before she felt any pain, blood dripped from between her fingers into the porcelain bowl.

Seeing that both of them had finished dripping blood and the blood in the porcelain bowl had slowly merged together, the Great Elder took out two slender red cloths and tied them carefully on the bleeding fingers of the two of them respectively, and then They tied the two red cloths in their hands with a dead button.

"The hemolysis ceremony is complete." The Great Elder raised the red clothed hands of the two of them, allowing everyone present to see clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Elder picked up the porcelain bowl and poured the blood in the bowl onto the ground, which symbolized the dissolution of blood into the ground and a hundred-year union.

After witnessing this scene, all the Mocheng people present stood up collectively, raised the wine glasses in their hands, toasted the two of them, and collectively finished the wine in the wine glasses.

The wedding ceremony was very short, and the key point was the hemolysis ceremony. At this point, Si Moyu heaved a sigh of relief, no matter what, the ceremony was almost done.

"The seat next to her...it should be me." Luo Chen was already drunk, lying on the table and looking at Si Moyu who was dressed in red.

Chi Zhu didn't speak, but just lowered his head and swallowed the wine on the table glass by glass, as if he wanted to swallow his own feelings little by little.

(End of this chapter)