Early the next morning, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang found the Great Elder of the tribe and directly made a request.
"Curse!?"
The Great Elder was having breakfast in the tent — a plate of light vegetable soup. When he heard the request of the two, he drank the soup on the spot.
"How do you know about the existence of the curse?"
For this desert tribe, the curse could be regarded as an absolute secret. It was their only hope now. It was highly confidential, but they heard it from the mouth of an outsider who had only been here for a day!
Wang Lu laughed: "What a joke, let professional adventurers walk around your city for a whole day, do you still expect to have any privacy left?"
Ouyang Shang persuaded: "Junior Brother Wang Lu, what you said sounds like a pervert."
"Senior Brother Ouyang, you sound like I'm not a pervert."
"…"
The Great Elder stared at Wang Lu seriously. After a long time, he sighed: "Since you already know, then forget it. But you need us to provide the curse to observe the demon closely? I can't accept this request. "
Wang Lu said: "Are you afraid of taking risks and being implicated by us? Then why did you let us in in the first place? "
The Great Elder pondered and did not speak. Obviously, it was difficult to make a decision.
Of course, he was prepared to take risks when he invited these outsiders in, but … it had only been a day, and it had progressed to the point where he had to face the invisible demon. This was really beyond his expectations.
Unfortunately, Wang Lu did not intend to give him any buffer time.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to provide the curse, we can just run naked. According to my understanding, the invisible demon is not sensitive to creatures other than the demon race. For two thousand years, the desert has welcomed many visitors from the outside world. They can come and go freely, and even approaching the desert oasis will not easily trigger the curse. We just need to be careful not to trigger the sand poison. Then I'll take my leave ~ "
After saying that, Wang Lu turned around and was about to leave, but how could the Great Elder let him go like this? Not to mention that the two of them were the only ray of hope that the Great Elder had been guarding for many years … Even if he did not care about their lives, if they provoked the demon and caused the curse to break out, then the whole tribe would suffer!
"… You want the curse? Sure, but at least give me a day to prepare. "
"Will it take that long? Isn't half a day enough? "
"…"
Seeing that the Great Elder's gloomy face was starting to darken, Wang Lu realized that he had probably stepped on the other party's bottom line.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
— —
The next day, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang visited the Great Elder's tent again. But this time, there were two more people in the tent besides the Great Elder. They were two old men with wrinkles all over their faces, and their auras of life were almost undetectable. Their ages … should be around fifty, and they were the elders of the tribe.
The Great Elder's expression was even more gloomy than before. When he saw Wang Lu and Ye Zichen arrive, he snorted and said, "Then prepare to begin."
Then, the two people beside the First Elder suddenly pulled out their sabers, and a cold light flashed.
Wang Lu was shocked. The Great Elder had prepared for a whole day just for this? Smashing the cup as a signal and sending five hundred executioners to ambush him? The problem was … these two weak old men in front of him, were they even worthy of being executioners?
It was true that there was no lack of geniuses in this tribe. In terms of realms alone, there were twenty to thirty people who were above the King Pill level among a thousand people. But in terms of actual combat strength … Wang Lu alone was enough to massacre this city more than ten times over. Violence was simply stupid!
But in the next moment, the two old men turned their sabers and directly slashed at their own necks. Moreover, the way they exerted their strength was very strange. With one slash, their entire heads were actually cut off!
Looking at the two fountains of blood that shot up into the sky, Wang Lu frowned and asked Ouyang Shang, "… Could this be black magic?"
"… I think you must have misunderstood. Black magic doesn't make one's own head fall off!"
But Ouyang Shang could not figure out what the other party was thinking. To cut off one's own head as soon as they met, there was probably no such strange greeting in the world. But very quickly, he understood the other party's intentions.
The Great Elder's expression was gloomy. He spread his arms and gathered his strength. The fountains of blood that shot up into the sky were pulled by an invisible force into countless thin streams and drew complex patterns in the air.
"… This is a curse mark?"
Seeing this scene, even the slowest person could realize the truth. It turned out that the Demon Race's curse mark was drawn with human head blood. No wonder the Great Elder had a difficult expression when he asked for the curse mark, and now his expression was also very ugly.
The Great Elder used his exquisite magic power to control the human head blood in the air to draw an incomparably complex and exquisite pattern. Then, with a muffled groan, the blood pattern flickered a few times in the air and disappeared. Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu felt their wrists heat up and a miniature pattern was printed on them.
After drawing the curse mark, the Great Elder seemed very tired. "Next, do what you should do."
"I thought it was something for sex."
"…"
— —
After wearing the curse mark, the two of them didn't feel any different from before. They tried to analyze the secret of the curse mark using various methods, but they could only feel a weak and mysterious power condensed in the curse mark. When they analyzed it specifically, it was somewhat similar to a garbled code — there was no practical meaning.
How exactly could the Demon Race avoid the invisible demon's perception through such a garbled QR code printed on their wrists? No matter how they tried, they couldn't understand. But considering that the invisible demon's main body was still unknown, perhaps its perception method was completely outside of common sense, they could only accept this setting for the time being.
In short, after accepting the curse mark, the two of them prepared to go to the invisible demon's habitat — in the center of the city, there was a majestic and imposing temple. The tribe's blood sacrifice and other rituals were all held in the temple.
This temple, built from pure white rock, was particularly eye-catching in the city full of tents and straw mats. It was like a crane in a flock of chickens. It was hard to imagine how frugal the people here were in order to gather the resources to build this temple. And the invisible demon's influence in this city was also evident. At the same time, it was easy to have a fanciful thought: How afraid of the invisible demon are these demons, that they would waste so much resources to build this temple.
But as he approached closer, the stone carvings surrounding the outer walls of the temple clearly recorded the indomitable spirit of the demons. Each of the carvings recorded a fellow tribesman who died because of resistance, even if he was just an insignificant commoner before his death. Over the past two thousand years, such murals had accumulated in the tens of thousands.
Perhaps when they were building this magnificent palace, the demons had realized that this would be a long and endless struggle, so they left enough space to record those brave martyrs. Unfortunately, after two thousand years, the outer walls of the magnificent temple were finally about to be used up, and the invisible demon was still so tyrannical that people couldn't see any hope of liberation.
Pushing open the door of the hall, they saw that it was deserted inside. There were only a few pale-faced priests. After seeing Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang, they indifferently nodded and then pulled open the stone door that led deeper into the hall.
Going all the way down the passage behind the stone door, the surrounding air changed from hot to cold. The passage under their feet was spiraling all the way down. After walking for about a few hundred meters, a door appeared at the end of the passage.
The door was covered with runes drawn by blood, and the blood was still flowing slowly under the drive of a mysterious force, reflecting the light of the torches on both sides of the passage. The power of the blood seal on the door was much stronger than the seal on Ouyang Shang's and Wang Lu's wrists, and its function was simple and clear — to prevent all unauthorized people from entering the door to avoid angering the demon.
Behind the door was the altar where the desert demons held the blood sacrifice ceremony, and it was also the closest place to the demon's body in the entire oasis city. Every once in a while, the tribal high priest would preside over the blood sacrifice here, gathering the old and weak people in the tribe to sacrifice to the demon. Of course, there were times when the demons would ask for some sacrifices, but the scope of the request was completely random. Sometimes it would be an elder with a high position in the tribe, and sometimes it would be an ordinary mortal. Every time this happened, the tribe would be accompanied by life and death.
Outside of the time of the blood sacrifice, this door would basically not be opened, and with the power of these demons, it was impossible to break the blood seal by force, so it was usually safe. However, this safety lock was not so absolute for people outside the oasis. A few days ago, after Feng Yin and others cracked the blood seal on the door, they sneaked in and peeped at the blood sacrifice. They mistakenly thought that the desert demons had the ability to control the sandstorm.
Even Feng Yin could crack the door lock, so it was even easier for Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu. Ouyang Shang didn't even touch the blood seal. He just reached out and pressed on Wang Lu's shoulder, and the next moment, the two appeared behind the door — he used a very clever Earth Escaping Technique.
There was an empty space behind the door, and in the middle of the circular space, there was a huge, blood-stained altar. The two walked to the front of the altar, and then closed their breath to concentrate, further converging and suppressing the fluctuations of their magical power. Even their breathing stopped, and their body temperature dropped, as if they were dead.
What they had to do next was a feat that no one in the demon race had tried for two thousand years. Even with the protection of the seal, they had to be careful.
The two of them opened the altar.
The heavy huge stone, in the hands of the two Daoist Masters of King Pill, was lifted up from the ground like a straw. The whole process was quiet and silent. All the falling gravel and debris were wrapped and melted by Ouyang Shang's gentle and subtle power. Under the altar was a bottomless pit.
According to the legend of the demon race, the demon's body was under the cave. It was just that, except for the first group of heroes two thousand years ago, no one could see his posture. After the first group of heroes rushed into the cave, none of them could escape. At that time, the demon race was not as weak as it was today.
When the entrance of the cave was revealed, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu only felt a gust of cold wind blowing on their faces. They could not help but raise their vigilance to the extreme. Wang Lu's Non-Phase Sword Qi wandered around his body to ensure that he was immune to poison …
But the next moment, their tense nerves snapped.
"Yo, it's two little guys I've never seen before ~"
The voice that suddenly rang in their ears made the two Daoist Masters of King Pill, who were accustomed to wind and waves, feel shocked.
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