Chapter 735: Heart of the Fetal God (I)
Liu Sheng looked at the huge heads in front of him, staring at his huge heads, and this time he felt no turmoil.
In front of her, countless objects exuding strange aura were placed.
Every piece is waiting for her choice.
These people also long for her choice.
Because this means that she chose her future direction.
Or...the future form?
and the object to follow.
Looking at these anticipated eyes, Liu Sheng sneered slightly in his heart. Maybe who was following whom.
She raised her hand, slowly crawled over, and grabbed the magic frame that looked like a rattle with her round hands.
This is the choice of the original owner of the fetal god drum.
The owner of this magic weapon immediately smiled happily, and the flesh on his face was piled up into a ball of upward folds; while the others looked gloomy and the corners of their mouths were tilted downward, without any concealment of their dismay.
Soon, she was carefully picked up by the owner of the magic weapon.
She didn't cry, make noise, or laugh, but just silently looked at the lotus pattern on his robe.
It is like a scorching flame, or a stained blood.
But compared to Liu Sheng's mysterious master who had the deepest memory, there were very few lotus flowers on this person and there were pitiful few gold jewelry, so he obviously had a low status.
He also felt strange when he saw Liu Sheng's appearance.
"Sure enough, girls are always a little weird."
After saying that, he covered Liu Sheng's robe, blocking the plundering eyes and malicious sarcasm around him.
Walk slowly outward and go up the long mountain path.
Outside, snow particles fluttered, and the robe was soon covered with a layer of frost and snow.
Liu Sheng hid in his robe and felt a bone-broken coldness attacking through the cotton cloth, but at least the wind and snow were temporarily blocked.
She quietly used a tentacle to stretch out a small eye and peeked out through the gap in her robe.
What catches your eye is a building that is almost exactly the same as the snow-capped mountains.
At the highest point, a white tower stands towering, looking down at the top of the snow-capped mountain. The tower is covered with frost, and it looks particularly cold and silent under the light of the stars.
Liu Sheng's eyes were condensed on the white tower, and it took a long time to go.
I wonder, will there be the same bell here?
That was one of her goals for coming to this copy.
It is difficult for her to approach the ancient clock in the snow-capped mountains at will. In the high-dimensional analysis world, she can always take the courage to think about ways.
The man held her and continued up the winding steps until he reached a room filled with spices.
As soon as he entered the room, Liu Sheng immediately smelled a strong smell of blood.
The bloody smell and the spicy smell of the spice make people feel nauseous.
She could vaguely hear the baby's cry, but the sound was stuffed in a vessel, low and blurry, as if it came from the depths of the darkness, echoing quietly...
When I walked into the inner room, there was a strong smell of blood inside.
There were dark rooms distributed, with strange murmurings and low crying sounds echoing inside, and even cutting, pounding, and collision sounds.
Thinking of the cruel scene inside, the man seemed a little reluctant, his steps stopped a little, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.
He hugged Liu Sheng and walked slowly in the inner room, and the sound of footsteps echoed among the stone walls.
Suddenly, a withered voice came from the darkness: "Are you here to refine your weapon? The first time?"
Before the man could answer, Liu Sheng felt the robe covering his face being lifted up.
A face covered with scars and twisted like an evil ghost slowly approached under the dim light, looking at her carefully.
"The child in the past had already cried so hard when he got here. Why didn't this child cry?"
As he said that, a finger that was burnt to the point of wrinkle like dry firewood slowly stretched towards Liu Sheng, and then touched her face. The man holding Liu Sheng reacted and quickly covered Liu Sheng up again.
The strange and ugly man, like an evil ghost, laughed softly.
"Just look, so what are you doing with stinginess?"
"This is my thing. You are a mere mate, how dare you touch me?"
"Haha, it's mainly because you are interesting and you should be able to make something good." The other party smiled sinisterly.
"That has nothing to do with you," the man holding Liu Sheng said coldly, "Give me a weapon refining room."
"Okay, if the master doesn't know what to do, you can ask the villain..."
"No need."
"Then... I wish you good luck, Master Akatao."
Taking the key from his withered hand, the man carried the child into the dark room.
The smell of blood almost condensed into substance and enveloped her, almost making it difficult for her fragile nasal cavity to breathe.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Liu Sheng was placed in the middle of the cold stone platform, along with the fragments of the rattle-shaped magic weapon.
The mottled blood marks on the wall twisted into strange patterns in the firelight, like hideous faces screaming, together with the knives, chisels, and hooks flashing coldly under the swaying candlelight, as if they were telling her everything they would encounter next.
More, she can't see it.
She didn't want to show those eyes in front of him either.
At least not now.
The monk, called "Master Chituo", walked to the front of the stage, stared at Liu Sheng's round eyes for a moment, his eyes were motionless, as if he could look directly into his soul, his heart was inexplicably tightened, and a layer of cold sweat floated behind him.
He tried to calm his breathing, and took out several bottles from his arms calmly, poured out various powders and bloody and viscous black and red substances, and put them in a strange big bowl made of a skull.
He stirred carefully, mixing all the ingredients into a pitch-black slurry.
Then, he dipped in the mucus and trembled as he outlined strange patterns on the stone platform around Liu Sheng, while muttering words in his mouth.
As the pattern took shape, an indescribable aura slowly descended, but it was not very strong, as if he glanced in a faint way from the void.
The blood marks on the wall seemed to sense the arrival of this aura, and came alive, opening and closing his mouth, as if roaring silently, and his eyes were also staring at Liu Sheng on the stone platform.
Akatao's hands shook slightly, and the flesh on his face wrinkled deeper in fear, and he muttered:
"The God of Fetality is protected...The God of Fetality is protected..."
He took out a scripture from his arms in panic, clicked it in his mouth, frowned, and suddenly remembered that he had just dipped in bloody serum, and spat a few times.
Then he picked up the pages, turned to a certain page with trembling trembling, murmuring and chanting some ancient scriptures, repeating the low and long tones, as if a mantra that never stops.
Liu Sheng was in a daze for a moment, remembering the noise he had heard in his earmuffs - the same vague and distant rhythm, as if summoning some existence from the void.
The candlelight flashed and darkened, Chitao's voice became hoarse, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and blue veins appeared faintly under his pale face.
He chanted the scriptures repeatedly anxiously, but he was unable to truly introduce the power hanging in the void to this place.
The more anxious he was, his face became paler, and the flesh on his cheeks seemed to collapse and disappear without realizing it.
Gradually, it looks haggard and its eye sockets are deep, like a corpse that has been dead for a long time.
Finally, the eyes in the void seemed to be completely locked on the stone platform.
Liu Sheng was still not afraid, but just watched all this quietly.
She knew that this moment was an opportunity to increase the resolution completion, the original owner's experience, the birth of this ancient spiritual weapon that looked like a trick... All the information may be hidden in this ceremony.
But living is the most fundamental prerequisite.
Finally, the time is almost over.
Just as Akatao raised his knife with his trembling hands, about to fall—
Countless tentacles suddenly gushed out!