But he didn't expect that the ritual would actually succeed, and that he would gain such great power!
An inexplicable power seemed to be born out of nowhere, spreading rapidly from Lin Sheng's heart.
The chill was like ice, constantly releasing cold air, seeping into the depths of his internal organs.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear countless noises echoing in his ears.
"Is the redwood gone too?"
Lin Sheng crouched down, reaching out to roll up the plastic sheet.
Lin Sheng clutched his chest, and suddenly tore open his collar.
It was just that his body had become slightly lighter.
The illusory noises intertwined, mixed with each other, and finally turned into whispers.
And the ritual could only be used once for some reason.
Suddenly, a syllable came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
"Bam."
Lin Sheng loosened his collar, and punched the wall on one side.
He didn't believe that this power could last forever.
Lin Sheng stood alone in the darkness, the strange syllables coming out of his mouth were smooth and natural, as if he was singing some special music in an unknown language.
He tried to clench his fists, and all the muscles in his body bulged.
His brain gradually entered a half-awake state. His eyes, according to the requirements of the ritual, kept staring at the empty space in the middle of the circle.
After some time.
He slowly got up, and quickly examined his face.
He recalled the process just now, that nightmarish experience, and he couldn't remember what the whispers in his ears said at all.
Suddenly, an ethereal and vague voice floated out of the vortex.
Deep inside his skin, something seemed to be slowly igniting.
But in that empty space, the originally flat plastic sheet, was now slowly twisting and spinning.
Lin Sheng gritted his teeth, and reached out his finger to touch the dark purple blood vessels in his heart.
On his bare chest, where his heart was, a cluster of dark purple blood vessels clearly protruded. It was like a spider web crawling on his chest.
The blood mixture around him had also disappeared, the only thing left was a celadon round bowl.
In the inexplicable melody of the syllables, the vortex in the middle of the circle gradually stabilized.
After Lin Sheng sang it once, he didn't find any abnormalities, and began to sing it a second time.
He could feel that in this state, whether it was his physical strength or his explosive power, they were far beyond his usual state.
There was a big round hole in the middle of the plastic sheet on the ground.
Lin Sheng raised his hands in disbelief and examined them carefully.
The wooden block hit the man's face.
Maintaining this form, Lin Sheng decided to see how long this ability could last.
He wiped his face and looked at it under the moonlight.
Strangely, this chill did not make Lin Sheng feel that it was unbearably piercing.
It seemed to want to break free from the restraints of the whirlpool and opened its mouth, wanting to shout.
Quickly removing the blood clots, Lin Sheng rubbed his face to get rid of the remaining blood.
But at this moment, as he stood in front of the circular formation and looked at the three dark red substances that were gradually solidifying, waves of hazy sleepiness surged in his heart.
"I did it?"
In an instant, a huge explosion shook Lin Sheng's entire body to the point of numbness and dizziness.
Chi … …
Lin Sheng was still chanting the mysterious activation chant.
The wall suddenly shook. The ground of the entire warehouse shook as if something heavy had hit the wall.
The activation chant needed to be chanted repeatedly, and the standard ritual was nine times.
"Blood …!?"
In the center of the plastic sheet, a whirlpool the size of a basin formed.
"It's not just useful … it's overused!"
He began to raise the bowl in his hand and poured the prepared mixture of the three ingredients into the whirlpool in the center of the circular formation.
Soon, the chill disappeared completely. It was as if it had completely fused into his body.
"Holy Blood … Burn …"
As for what ability he would receive, it was all random.
His expression changed as he looked at the wall under the moonlight.
There seemed to be a cold chill lingering in the empty space between his chest and abdomen.
That soft, powerful murmur kept whispering in Lin Sheng's ear. It seemed to be telling him some kind of information, some kind of evil knowledge.
Thump.
Lin Sheng originally only wanted to give it a try to see if the knowledge he obtained in the dream was useful in the real world.
"This!!?"
Shh …
Lin Sheng was shocked.
"My … strength increased so much!?"
His ears, nostrils, mouth, eyes, and all the organs on his face had coagulated blood clots.
But now …
He could no longer support his powerless body as he knelt on the ground on one knee. His hands were pressed against the greasy ground.
From Annie's memory fragments, he knew that this sacrificial ritual was extremely evil. The stronger the spiritual will of the host, the more power he would receive.
A large ball of viscous slurry fell into the center of the circular formation and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It was like some thick red grease was being stirred and swirled as clear lines appeared.
"Damn it! What have I done!!? "
Then the third time, the fourth time …
The evil spirit would transfer a special ability to the host according to the materials and sacrifices prepared by the host, as well as part of the offered spiritual power.
Boom!!!
His thoughts were calmer and clearer than usual.
In the dim light, the faint moonlight shone through the only window in the warehouse.
He only knew that he was very cold.
Power. Endless power flowed into Lin Sheng's body like a balloon.
Moreover, his body seemed to have undergone some subtle changes that no one knew about.
He looked down at the plastic sheet on the ground. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his somewhat ferocious expression.
After all, the evil spirits summoned by each person were different. And the abilities that the evil spirits were willing to transfer were also different.
Under the moonlight, Lin Sheng shook his head. He felt cold all over and his face was wet. He did not know what was standing there.
"That's it?" Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and looked at it. His body seemed to be no different than before.
There was a fist-sized hole in the cement wall.
The face looked like it was covered by a cloth, getting clearer and more protruding.
It was as if in this state, he would not be affected by any emotions.
Bam!
He had practiced alone before, and there was nothing unusual.
Especially between his eyebrows, one could vaguely see a patch of dark purple muscle.
And it was not just his strength, but his mind.
He suspected that he was hallucinating, but at that moment, the ritual was already halfway through, and he could not stop.
Lin Sheng looked at the surface of the vortex as a blurry human face slowly appeared.
It was like a second heart growing on the surface of his skin. The surface of the blood vessels was still beating slightly, and it was extremely cold.
His consciousness seemed to be blurred.
According to the person who taught Annie the ritual, after the ritual was successful, the host's spiritual will would be the standard, and some unknown evil spirit would be attracted.
Under the moonlight, his skin began to show traces of blood.
At that moment, Lin Sheng struggled with all his strength, grabbed the redwood block, and threw it into the vortex.
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