362: Chapter 82: Legendary Past, Mysterious Book, Evil Sacrifice (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2 362: Chapter 82: Legendary Past, Mysterious Book, Evil Sacrifice (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2 Mostly First Rank.
“Hehe, within First Rank, I am invincible!”
The eighteen-year-old Level 18 Warrior smirked coldly.
Thump, thump, thump, he knocked on the door.
Several minutes passed, and no one responded.
“Oh?
Not coming?”
Xu Shu lowered his body, stuck close to the wall, and reached out a finger to pry at the door, slowly applying force inward.
Tornted by Xu Shu’s prying, this door, which had stood firm for who knows how many years, could no longer bear it.
It groaned as if overwheld with burden and a small breach was forcibly pried open by Xu Shu.
anwhile, Xu Shu, who proclaid himself as “invincible within First Rank,” swiftly slipped toward the end of the corridor, hiding in a hard-to-notice corner, cautiously observing.
Another few minutes passed, and still, there was no sound from inside the room.
“Hmm?”
A look of surprise flashed across Xu Shu’s face.
Ignoring ?
Or did they still not notice?
Or could it be that they noticed but didn’t want a conflict?
Playing dead, huh?
Whichever it was, it seed to be to my advantage…
After a brief contemplation, Xu Shu escalated his actions.
He picked up a carefully pruned welcoming pine bonsai, slightly leaned back to gather strength, and then hurled it with force.
Powered by the “Throwing Skill,” the bonsai, like a cannonball breaking out, blasted the door with a loud boom, creating a large round hole.
“Damn!
Who is it?!”
No matter how patient the person inside had been, they couldn’t tolerate this level of provocation anymore.
Accompanied by footsteps and several sounds of the door opening and closing, a black-clad figure, fueled with rage, charged out of the room onto the corridor.
He held a bizarre-looking short-blade dagger in his hand, his angry eyes scanning around, searching for the audacious enemy.
However, after running twice along the corridor, he found no suspicious presence.
“Hmm?
Where is he?”
For a mont, the black-clad figure paused, his bloodshot eyes filled with imnse confusion.
Suddenly, he sensed sothing was amiss, turned around, and saw at the other end of the corridor, on the floor, laid a small White Jade Buddha Statue.
One of its eyes was black and enchanting, the other red and furious.
From a distance of over thirty ters, it silently stared at him.
Silently observing.
“?”
The black-clad figure stiffened.
The next second, his clothes curled up, wrapping over his head and suffocating him painfully, causing him to roll on the ground, emitting a painful wailing cry.
…
And at that mont, having set up the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin ambush, Xu Shu had already slipped out through the stairwell window.
He silently moved along the exterior of the hotel building to the window directly facing that room, securely fixing himself upside down with both feet using the “Spit Silk” technique, with only his eyes showing, unbeknownst to anyone inside.
Naturally, the curtains were drawn.
Luckily, this didn’t hinder Xu Shu; he peered through the gap in the window.
Inside, the roughly fifty-square-ter spacious area was arranged like a Funeral Hall, with a small corridor between the entrance and the room, making the whole room appear like a “convex” shape.
Xu Shu was now hanging at the convex’s left window, whereas on the right inside the convex, several Funeral Hall photos were displayed.
In front of the Funeral Hall was a ring ford by people who were bound, each with a vacant look in their eyes as if lobotomized, motionless.
Each had a burning white candle on their forehead, the dripping wax unheeded by anyone.
This large circle had about twelve people, so with eyes closed, so open, not uniformly, with a lot of un-dried blood flowing on the ground, origin unknown.
In the middle of this circle, a chair was placed with a rather thin man bound in a significantly indecent and perverted manner.
His eyes were half-closed, as if hypnotized.
Occasionally shaking his head, nodding, appearing very peculiar.
From ti to ti, he emitted low, suppressed moans, and sowhat indecent bulging beneath him, as if engrossed in so indescribable dream, giving off a sowhat inappropriate vibe.
There was also a group of about fifteen or sixteen black-clad individuals.
They kneeled on the ground, hands clasped tightly in front of their heads in a worshipping posture, motionless, facing this man.
They were chewing on so kind of at, the process producing a hair-raising crunching sound while emitting a humming noise, the words indiscernible.
It seed that hearing the wail from outside, they sent one of the black-clad individuals, who was kneeling in the back, to be cautious.
He walked through the partition, closed the inner door, and went out to the corridor to check.
The rest continued with the ritual.
“…They really are holding so kind of sacrifice?
Why do I always encounter Esoteric believers recently?
What is this bizarre play?
Why is there no Summoning Array?”
Xu Shu listened for a while and knew that the noises he heard through the walls were made by this group.
While marveled, he also felt a bit puzzled.
He had encountered many incidents involving the worship of the Evil God.
Especially in the legendary “ruins of the dead” he had just experienced, where he had witnessed countless cultic sacrificial rituals.
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