Daomu Biji Chapter 92: Blood test

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Suddenly my thoughts flew back to the blood tank experience I had with Xiaohua Siguniang on the mountain a year ago.

Everything looks so similar, but there should be some differences.

If this groove is really used to sacrifice blood, then can we also bring a pig and use pig blood to make it look real? Or he could simply put on the black glasses behind him. The blood on his ribs would have been wasted anyway.

But recalling the scene where the underworld snake recognized its master a few hours ago, it seems that things should not be so simple.

But if this blood tank can only drip blood from the Zhang family, then will my half-baked, ineffective fake blood still work? And if it doesn't work, what will be the punishment mechanism?

A lot of questions came to mind. Thinking about the words "punishment mechanism" made me afraid to make mistakes.

I turned back, looked at the fat man and the black glasses, and said to them: "There is a blood tank on the Buddhist altar. It seems that the only way to open the Buddhist urn is through blood. What do you think we should do?", my voice was asking, I hope to get some help from them. At the same time, it may involve a punishment mechanism, so everyone can be mentally prepared.

After listening, the fat man seemed to be saying something to me. Unfortunately, I could only watch his mouth move but couldn't hear anything.

I pointed to my ears and told them that I was deaf. The fat man was immediately stunned. He stretched out his right hand on the top of his head and scratched it continuously. The black glasses on the other side were always lowered. He tilted his head, looking thoughtful.

He is such a person. Although he is both good and evil, his skills and qualifications are obviously much better than those of Fatty and I.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Black Glasses raised his head, turned to face the wall, and wrote a few words with his fingers.

"Buddhist altar, mechanism, damage, be careful".

I immediately understood that he thought that the Buddhist altar in front of me that was completely connected to the wall must actually have some kind of mechanism. The only solution was for me to find the principle of the mechanism and destroy it.

I immediately searched carefully for every detail of the stone Buddhist altar, including its texture, strength, cracks, or anything else that made me think there might be a possibility of opening the stone altar.

But it is a pity that maybe my eyesight is not enough and I didn't find anything. Even the bottom of the stone platform is completely dead on the ground, without any trace that can be inserted and opened.

I understand that if there is really a revenge and punishment mechanism here, then the only possibility is that they completed all the mechanisms in a dimension that we do not know, and the producer of the mechanism was also killed. In the space of this mechanism hub.

Having no choice but to stand up again, I turned to the black glasses and shook my head, while the latter fell into deep thought again.

This time, I waited significantly longer than the previous time when he was silent.

During this period, Fatty also gave me a few reminders, hoping that I could find the hiding place of the mechanism, but after all, the space I can move is only as big as my palm. I dare not go to other dark corners. God knows that armor The samurai would swing his ax at me at any time. I really thought that my chance of surviving his lightning-like movements was too small, so I didn't dare to make a mistake.

When Black Glasses raised his head again, it was already two minutes later.

But this time, he did not turn his back to me and write so many words, but only four words: "make your own decisions", and then, with his completely pale face, he squeezed out a long-lost greeting to me. Smiling face, there will be no more movements.

After the fat man on the side saw these four words, he took out his pocket and lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, lit another cigarette casually, and placed it on my route back.

The fat man knows me, he knows that I will not give up, but I don’t know yet whether the cigarette he placed on the ground is an incense lit for me, or a tool to celebrate my return.

But Xiuxiu looked at me expressionlessly after seeing the black-eyed gestures, bit her lip noncommittally, and then nodded slightly hesitantly.

I don’t plan to pay attention to anything anymore. I have come here three times and nine times, and I never want to give up just like that.

Take out the dagger from your waist and point it at the largest **** on the back of your hand.

I have done a lot of crazy things in the past year, but this time, it was the first time in my life that I harmed myself.

My blood flows along the back of my hand to my little finger, and then drips rapidly along the little finger to the groove.

The blood flowed towards the shrine. At the same time, I could feel that my heartbeat seemed to have exceeded my load capacity and went straight to my throat.

I stared at the blood line with wide eyes. I really couldn't tell how the ancient people of Zhang family determined DNA, but I could only believe that it existed, not that it didn't exist.

The moment the blood line touched the Buddha urn, all my senses seemed to be opened, and I frequently observed all the changes around me. Any slight move would definitely cause me to pull away and be ejected backwards. Run for your life up the stairs. No matter how far you can escape, you will never return to this intersection of yin and yang.

While I was observing the movement, suddenly, the Buddha urn absorbed part of the blood on the blood line as if it had grown blood vessels, and suddenly turned from golden yellow to dark red, and then from dark red to blood red.

I could feel my hair standing on end at that moment, ready to retreat at any moment.

However, my surroundings were still quiet and nothing happened.

Then, the blood red slowly faded, and it seemed like there was a heart inside, frequently glowing with light red light.