In the cold stone chamber, only the great shaman's deep panting could be heard. Ghost King and Ghost Li stood before this frail old man, staring intently at his aged face, right now, the great shaman's remaining life, was their only hope.
The great shaman calmed down, raised his head, smiled at the both of them, Ghost King and Ghost Li then felt slightly relieved. The great shaman pondered for a moment, spoke to Ghost King, "Will sect head please find some blood, 'Soul Summoning Lure' evil arts, blood is the best."
Ghost Li frowned slightly, Ghost King already nodded and said, "That's easy." He was about to leave after speaking, suddenly thought of something, stopped and asked the great shaman, "Master, this blood... do you want beast blood or human blood?"
The great shaman was stunned, glanced at Ghost King again but still said, "Beast blood is also fine but in terms of effect, human blood is the best."
Ghost King nodded, strided to the door, opened it, Qing Long, YouJi were standing outside, Mr Ghost in black also stood slightly further away. Seeing Ghost King suddenly coming out, Qing Long, YouJi's faces were slightly shocked at the same time but Ghost King did not look at them, directly spoke to Mr Ghost,
"Bring a basin of fresh human blood."
Qing Long and YouJi were stunned, Mr Ghost only nodded, turned and left, Ghost King also turned back, only Qing Long and YouJi, whose faces gradually darkened, stood where they were.
In the cold stone chamber, for some reason, the atmosphere suddenly turned strange, Ghost Li quietly watched BiYao who was lying there, after a long time, turned and looked at the great shaman who was resting and then his eyes landed on Ghost King.
Ghost King seemed to not feel anything, his expression calm and composed, a pair of eyes only watching BiYao, occasionally glanced at Ghost Li but it was only a quick glance, did not linger at all.
On the stone door, two sounds were suddenly heard and then it slowly opened, Mr Ghost carried a copper basin in, placed it before the great shaman and then nodded to Ghost King.
Ghost King slightly nodded, Mr Ghost did not say anything and quietly retreated.
Bright red blood swayed gently in the copper basin. A strong smell of blood permeated the stone chamber.
Ghost Li's eyes twitched slightly, looked deeply at Ghost King, Ghost King instead unhurriedly spoke to the great shaman, "Master, the blood you wanted, is here."
The great shaman opened his eyes, looked at the basin of blood in front of him, was silent, after a long while suddenly sighed, said, "Alright, let us begin."
Supporting his weak body, the Grand Wizard slowly stood up, but before he could straighten his body, it was already swaying. Ghost Li rushed forward and supported him from the side.
The great shaman glanced at him, laughed bitterly but did not delay any further.
The frail old man slowly reached into his bosom and fumbled around for a moment. When he reached out, there was a strange red pen in his hand. The body of the pen was roughly the thickness of a thumb and the length of a normal person's palm. The end of the brush was in the shape of a dog's head. It was unknown what the red brush was made of, but it was engraved with all kinds of strange runes. At the tip of the brush, a tuft of fine hairs was evenly embedded, its original colour could not be seen, only a remnant of dark red on it. Without asking, what this brush was stained with in the past, most likely most of it was blood and the like.
Holding the brush, inhaled deeply!
The great shaman, with Ghost Li's support, lowered his body, soaked the red brush in the blood for a moment and then lifted it up.
Blood from the fine hairs at the tip of the brush, drop by drop silently dripped into the copper basin, creating small ripples on the surface of the blood, rippling out.
Holding the brush, the great shaman slowly walked with Ghost Li's support to the cold stone platform where BiYu was lying, from the point where the platform and the ground were connected, slowly drew the first stroke.
The bright colour, gradually extended on the originally flat ground, the old man's slightly trembling hands, drew one after another blood talisman. The surroundings were silent but for some reason, the atmosphere seemed to be gradually tensing up.
Ghost King watched for a while, quietly walked to the copper basin, carried it up, walked a few steps and placed it beside the great shaman. The great shaman who was drawing, raised his head and glanced at him, quietly nodded and then lowered his head again and continued.
More and more blood strokes, with BiYu's cold stone platform as the centre, gradually appeared around her, a strange and bloody formation, had already appeared.
The great shaman's red brush, was obviously also a unique southern border witchcraft, the blood that was sucked by the red brush, drawn on the ground by the great shaman, the blood actually congealed and did not dry, the colour fresh and glossy, and at the corners and corners, not a single trace of blood spilled out, like a prison, firmly encircled the blood within.
Following the great shaman's panting sounds again, and gradually getting heavier, the blood drawings on the ground also gradually became complicated, these strange drawings, some looked like domestic animals, some like big birds and some completely unrecognisable drawings, one after another appeared and not a single one was the same.
The only thing they had in common was that these patterns were all interconnected. More and more blood was drawn on the ground from the copper basin, but the color of the blood that fell on the ground seemed to be even brighter than the blood that had been in the copper basin.
The bloody stench in the air, became thicker, in the stone chamber, other than the great shaman's panting sounds, there was no other sound.
These blood drawings, starting from the stone platform on BiYu's left shoulder, the great shaman concentrated on drawing stroke by stroke. Ghost Li supported him, saw with his own eyes this fresh blood colour from nothing, from less to more, gradually converging into a five chi radius oval ring. Right now, other than a small piece of ground near BiYu's head, Bilu's surroundings had already become blood colour.
Ghost King again, lifted the copper basin, placed it on the ground above the stone platform and then slowly walked to the side. This strange formation was almost completed.
Countless connected together, big or small strange drawings, glimmered with blood-coloured light, at first glance, it looked like a stretch of crisscrossing rivers, the fresh red lively blood like in the blood vessels, happily swimming.
From one side to another, from the end back, like a gentle tide, growing and multiplying without end.
The crisscrossing bright red, gradually converged on the ground below, the great shaman's hand, without knowing when, seemed to be trembling and unable to hold that red brush.
Ghost Li who was supporting the old man, could clearly feel the pain from the old man's body, even he himself could not understand, what was the reason for this body, to be able to persevere till now.
The heavy panting sounds, had already turned hoarse, the great shaman's forehead was wet but there was no more sweat to flow.
He slowly, slowly stretched out his hand, dipped the red brush full of blood and drew the last stroke, the last completed drawing, connected with the first blood drawing, together.
[Pu!]
A deep sound, the red brush powerlessly fell to the side, the weight in Ghost Li's arms suddenly became heavy, the great shaman's body just like that slumped down.
Ghost Li's heart jumped, a sound in his head uncontrollably, even his back instantly felt the fear of needles piercing into his bones. He held his breath, exerted more strength to support the great shaman, looked down, the great shaman's face was ashen but his mouth was slightly agape, still panting, evidently due to overexertion.
Ghost Li then calmed down and at the same time realized, in that moment just now, his forehead and back, were also wet.
Beside him, almost at the same time, Ghost King's long exhalation was heard, evidently he was also shocked. Right now, these two men who looked down upon the world, were actually trembling with fear because of this dying old man's actions.
The great shaman panted for a long time, seemed to have recovered slightly, nodded to Ghost Li, signalling him to sit down. Ghost Li was perturbed, looking at the great shaman, he was really afraid that this old man would die if he was not careful, just that right now no matter how worried he was, he could only follow the great shaman's instructions, helped him to sit down, right at the top of the Bi Yao stone platform.
The great shaman breathed deeply, looked ahead, in front of him, was a blood formation that was already completely connected, the blood-coloured passageways all over the ground, imprisoning countless amounts of blood in it. And those fresh blood, seemed to be affected by an invisible force, on the flat ground, almost at the same time started to flow towards the same direction, in between, there was not a trace of separation from the bloodline-like brush marks.
From one end to the other, and then from the connected passageways back, forming a cycle, growing and multiplying, circulating without end.
Ghost Li and Ghost King, who were standing behind the great shaman, looked at each other, both of them were great experts in the cultivation world, right now their eyes were filled with astonishment.
The great shaman was silent for a moment, stretched out his withered hand, picked up the red brush that had fallen beside him, held it vertically in front of him, the red fine hairs at the tip pointed downwards, on the red brush, there were still remnant blood droplets, condensed into beads, after struggling on the fine hairs for a moment, silently fell, merged into that blood river in front of him.
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