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Judging from the size of the shrubs here, it's clear that they haven't been properly tended to for a long time.

At this moment, Wei Yuan extended a camera lens through a gap in the bushes, aiming it at the area where preparations were underway, while he himself raised a small pair of binoculars.

This telescope has a low-light assist function, so it is quite clear even in the dim light.

Through the telescope lens, in the area ahead, Yu Huai, dressed in Taoist robes, was muttering incantations as he drew something on the ground. On the other side, Xu Hanzhang was taking bags of blood out of an insulated box and pouring them into large buckets prepared nearby. A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air...

The strong smell clearly stimulated the bound woman, causing her to struggle violently again. Wei Yuan then saw Xu Hanzhang walk over, slap the woman twice, take a rope, and tie her directly to the vehicle bumper.

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 770 The Altar (Part Two)

承和三十七年 2016年4月7日00:01 建安省晋安市北郊青峰山

“The time is just right, we can begin…” Yu Huai looked up at the moon in the sky. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and its light spread across the earth like water. Even the dark clouds that had been there before had begun to disperse. Under some special tidal resonance, Yu Huai felt that some kind of power within him was constantly echoing the moonlight.

With his hands forming a mudra and his mouth chanting incantations, he pointed, and twelve talismans on the offering table in the center of the altar moved without wind, flying into the air and heading in four directions, directly attaching to the four ropes on the outermost edge of the altar.

At the same time, on each of the four square wooden pillars at the four corners of the altar, a gray flame suddenly ignited, floating in the air without any support.

The flames shone brightly on the burning mountain, yet the mountain itself seemed to possess a sinister and eerie aura. If one stared at it for a while, one might even feel a chill run down one's spine...

"What the hell is this..." Wei Yuan, who was observing from behind the bushes, swallowed hard the moment he saw this scene through his binoculars. The words that almost came out of his mouth were only half-spoken when he looked around as if he was wary and ultimately did not continue.

He quickly noticed that as the four flames ignited, the camera next to him that was filming began to flash an indicator light. He picked it up and checked, only to find that the signal connection had been interrupted.

His mind raced, and the camera suddenly connected directly to the network, seemingly able to upload the recorded signal directly to a certain location in the background. However, he then discovered that the signal had been cut off.

Wei Yuan's mind raced, and he took out his phone, only to find that the signal on his phone had also been cut off.

As expected, a great reputation is well-deserved; this Master Yu seems to be quite extraordinary...

Wei Yuan muttered to himself. He naturally didn't think that the camera and the phone were both broken at the same time. There was probably only one possibility: the ritual in front of him had interfered with the surrounding electronic signals for some reason.

While Wei Yuan was filled with suspicion, the sacrificial ceremony continued. Yu Huai chanted incantations, circling the offering table in the center of the altar repeatedly. In the very center of the table, Anna, bound tightly, had her clothes removed, her body covered in intricate patterns, like tattoos. She stared in terror, trying to struggle, but her joints had been severed, and the heavy ropes binding her made her powerless to resist due to weakness, blood loss, and excruciating pain. The duct tape gagged her prevented her from even calling for help…

Time passed second by second... As Yu Huai walked more and more intensely, his whole body began to twitch and dance wildly. At first glance, he didn't look like a Taoist priest performing a ritual, but rather like a shaman performing a ritual in some barbaric northern tribe...

Suddenly, Yu Huai produced a strange leather drum from somewhere and began to beat it as he walked. The drum sound was peculiar, yet it possessed a strange, penetrating power...

"Bang... bang... bang bang bang bang... bang bang bang bang..."

The sound was like a human heartbeat; the longer you listened, the more your heartbeat seemed to be moved by it. Wei Yuan, who was in the distance, had this feeling. He felt his heart racing, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide to breathe. He felt a slight dizziness...

Inside the altar, Xu Hanzhang, who had already changed into a Taoist robe, forcefully pushed over a large barrel beside him. The bright red blood inside immediately poured out, and a strange thing happened: the blood did not flow randomly like ordinary liquid, but seemed to be alive, responding to the drumbeats, like a giant red serpent, flowing along the patterns already drawn on the ground...

As time passed and the drumming continued, the giant red serpent on the ground forked further and extended towards the center of the ground patterns, where Anna was located...

"Whoosh!!!" As the red patterns extended forward, the eternal lamps arranged in the middle were triggered as if by a sudden, windless motion, and lit up in unison. However, the flickering flames were not the normal yellow flames, but rather a pale flame with an ominous aura.

Meanwhile, at Xu Hanzhang's place, another bucket of blood was overturned, and more blood flowed out, merging into the ever-moving "stream".

If viewed from a higher vantage point above the sky, one would see that the patterns on the altar consist of nested circular designs, with even more intricate patterns within these circles. As the ritual continues, these circular patterns gradually transform into a vibrant red from the outside in, like a brightly blooming flower…

At this moment, even Wei Yuan, who was filming from a distance, could smell the strong stench of blood in the air. In fact, humans are extremely sensitive to the smell of their own blood and that of their kind. This is an instinct engraved deep in their genes, warning them that this smell usually accompanies the approach of danger.

Goodness gracious... This is really weird... Wei Yuan muttered to himself, constantly checking the camera beside him, trying to capture the scene in as much detail as possible.

However, he was unaware that a faint mist was beginning to form around him, extremely thin yet spreading like mercury from a more distant place...

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When the last bucket of blood was overturned, all the patterns on the altar floor were covered in a bright red color. However, the blood, as if it had a life of its own, was still writhing. It had gathered at the center of the altar and was crawling towards the offering table at the core...

In the woman's terrified gaze, the bright red blood crawled up the altar, then spread along its surface towards her body. Next, the blood began to climb her skin, spreading along the patterns on her body, and like real ropes, bound her firmly to the altar…

The drumming finally stopped, and Xu Hanzhang, who had been waiting to the side, walked solemnly, even with a hint of nervousness, toward the offering table in the center of the altar...

Then, Yu Huai took out something and handed it over. Xu Hanzhang took it; it seemed to be a wooden stick. Immediately afterwards, Xu Hanzhang walked to the offering table and began chanting incantations...

"Namo Yidala, Bagagubanwado, Yaladuha, Niguma, Yidogushi, Gumanlang, Yimanuni..."

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 771 Blood Sacrifice

His hands and body were visibly trembling, but at that moment, Yu Huai reached out and patted his shoulder: "Go, child, complete the sacrifice, and you will be reborn."

In the darkness, amidst the mysterious and eerie ritual, Xu Hanzhang looked at his teacher, Yu Huai, and felt that the other's face was filled with gloom and an indescribable mystery. The few pats he received seemed to be encouraging him, yet also urging him on...

Xu Hanzhang continued chanting the incantations he had already memorized. Although he still only had a vague understanding of their actual meaning, he gradually calmed himself down by thinking about his terrible state...

There's no turning back! We have to keep going!

Thinking this to himself, he raised the "wooden stick" high in his hand, gripped it with both hands, and made a pulling motion...

The wooden stick immediately split open, revealing a gleaming blade! This was no wooden stick at all, but a long, narrow, sharp short blade with no decorations, just a wooden handle and a wooden sheath.

Holding the short blade, Xu Hanzhang took two steps forward and walked to the altar. Anna's body was now covered with fine and complex patterns. In the dark night, her body gave people an indescribable mysterious and eerie visual impact.

Her eyes were filled with extreme fear; clearly, she already knew what was about to happen! Unfortunately, Anna was firmly bound to the altar by that mysterious force, only her head able to move from side to side. She shook her head repeatedly, her eyes wide open, filled with pleading...

Xu Hanzhang's hands were still trembling slightly as he took deep breaths. His bloodshot eyes were wide open as he met Anna's gaze, which was lying on her back. A look of madness gradually appeared in his eyes...

Then, he raised the sharp blade high in his hand, hesitated slightly, and then plunged it down...

A loud nasal sound, as if all the air in the lungs was being forced out of the nostrils, was followed by a spurt of blood...

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"This kid really goes all out, he's a ruthless character..." Wei Yuan, peering through binoculars from the bushes, couldn't help but twitch slightly at the corner of his eye. He watched as the young man, his face splattered with blood, raised his blade again, changed direction, and slashed down once more...

From Wei Yuan's position, it was unclear what he was doing. However, after a short while, he was seen raising a pair of mangled objects, covered in blood. Yes, a pair—they were actually twins…

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In unseen areas, the rising resentment and bloodlust, amplified by some force, gradually took effect, and at the same moment, the crimson patterns on the surrounding altars began to flash with a scarlet light…

Meanwhile, Xu Hanzhang, who was at the center of the altar, felt as if the blood splattered all over his body was being drawn into his skin by some kind of power, and that long-lost vitality was rapidly filling his body...

Xu Hanzhang took a deep, intoxicated breath, his cloudy eyes filled with excitement. He let the filthy blood spray all over his body, as if he were bathing in blood.

What he didn't see was that behind him, Yu Huai's face was filled with barely suppressed excitement...

Xu Hanzhang chanted the incantation faster and faster, almost in a continuous stream. As time passed, the mangled flesh in his hand twitched violently and began to wither and shrink at an alarming rate...

In the span of a few breaths, the pair of small bodies shrank completely, shrinking to the size of a fist. At the same time, the space around them began to ripple like water. Even the moonlight cast from the sky seemed to be blocked by some force, becoming increasingly hazy and dark.

Everything seemed to connect to another, more mysterious and profound place. Under the influence of some unknown force, he felt a mysterious connection between himself and the small body in his hand. At the same time, he could clearly hear a mournful cry coming from the void. Hearing the sound, his whole body tensed up, and he raised the withered body in his hand even higher.

He could clearly see, like a dragonfly emerging from its pupa, two grotesque and terrifying monsters, yet vaguely resembling human children, emerging from that withered body while weeping.

They seemed to exist in some overlapping world. Although they appeared to burst out from the withered flesh, they did not actually damage the two small and withered bodies in the slightest.

The moment these two little monsters appeared, their deformed bony wings unfurled on their backs. They floated in the air, but although they had wings, they didn't actually fly with them. Instead, they moved with extraordinary agility, like fish swimming in water.

Two small monsters surrounded the two withered, fleshy bodies, constantly crying out; as if bound by some kind of force, suddenly, they seemed to be attracted by the bloody corpses below, and pounced towards them, as if wanting to return to the mother body...

At the same time, the corpse on the offering table began to shrivel and shrink. With a shrill scream, an even more grotesque monster began to emerge from the corpse...

“A mother and child ghost infant, or twins…” Yu Huai stood behind Xu Hanzhang, a smirk already playing on his lips…

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At this moment, outside the altar, Wei Yuan was swallowing hard. As an ordinary person, he could not see the supernatural scene happening on the altar, but he could vaguely hear a mournful cry.

The sound seemed to emanate from the altar, sometimes like a child's mournful weeping, sometimes like a woman's venomous wailing, sending chills down one's spine upon hearing it.

"Damn, this is really weird..." he muttered to himself, a strong sense of dread already welling up in his eyes. Whether it's a blessing or a curse that the Second Master has provoked such a sorcerer is anyone's guess...

At the same time, the surrounding fog was rapidly thickening, and soon even Wei Yuan's observation and filming were severely hampered.

Furthermore, as the fog thickened, the surrounding temperature seemed to be dropping rapidly. Wei Yuan couldn't help but reach out and tug at the sweater around his neck. He was puzzled, as he had checked the temperature beforehand, which was a basic procedure. He was certain that the weather forecast did not indicate a sharp drop in temperature tonight.

PS: 767 has finally been released! Those who haven't seen it yet can go check it out!

Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books: Chapter 772 Teacher... What is that?

But it's really cold here...

Wei Yuan wasn't afraid of the cold; however, this coldness was a bone-deep, chilling coldness, seemingly emanating from the depths of his soul...

As the temperature dropped, the fog seemed to grow even thicker...

“What’s going on… this fog is so thick…” Wei Yuan frowned, unable to see the altar in front of him clearly.

He hesitated, wondering if he should move closer, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the scene inside the altar at all. Just then, a slow but heavy footstep sounded in the distance, accompanied by the clanging of iron chains.

Was someone approaching? Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his gaze towards the direction from which the sound came. He was somewhat worried; he knew that the ritual being performed here was not to be seen in the open, and if unrelated people were to intrude, it would inevitably cause trouble.

Strange... The farm gate should be locked right now, so who would come in here?

Could it be that they climbed over the fence like I did?

Thinking of this group, Wei Liaoyuan couldn't help but feel a little blaming the drivers waiting outside. Their vigilance was incredibly poor; they didn't even bother to stop unrelated people...

Before he could even decide whether to try and stop them, the footsteps grew louder and louder. What was just a distance away was now right in front of him, catching Wei Yuan completely off guard. The next moment, however, his pupils widened, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat…

Through the hazy mist, he could clearly see an extremely tall figure walking towards the altar.

These figures were extremely tall. Although their faces were not clearly visible in the shadows, they were at least three meters tall. They wore strangely shaped cylindrical hats and simple black robes. They seemed to be wrapped in iron chains, and some of the chains were even dragging on the ground. The clanging sound of the chains that Wei Yuan had just heard came from this.

Such tall and eerie figures could not possibly be ordinary people. Upon seeing these figures, Wei Yuan felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown outdoors in the dead of winter at minus 40 degrees Celsius. For a moment, it was as if even his soul had been frozen, and he couldn't utter a single word...

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