The stairs are not too high, and the end is seen in just five or six minutes.

Above is a wide flat piece, with torches lit in all four directions of the flat ground. The bonfire jumps quietly, and it is indescribable.

There is a high platform in the middle of the flat bottom. There is a strange sculpture in the center of the platform. It has long fangs, a hideous face, her angry eyes are full of malicious intentions, and her evil spirits soar. Just one glance, she no longer wants to leave its extra gaze.

There is a big pit below this sculpture, which is not very clear when standing under the high platform, so we walked up the only step beside the high platform.

The big pit became clearer and more complete in the sight, and finally it was frozen into a pool of dark red liquid.

The dark red liquid was rolling, as if a large pot was burning underneath.

This is blood, no doubt.

When I got closer, I realized that the sculpture was not a simple decoration. From the black and hideous human head, a drop of ink-like liquid fell from time to time and melted into the blood pool.

I stood on the edge of the platform and looked for a while before approaching the blood pool, surrounding the blood pool and the sculpture.

Apart from being weird and scary, the two seem to have no other effect. So, look away.

Looking down from the platform, I found that in addition to torches on the flat ground, there was a pitch-black earth bowl under the inconspicuous shadows.

Judging from the decorations, this should be a sacrificial platform.

Jumped off the platform, walked to the torch and looked at the earthen bowl that seemed to have no characteristics, thought about something, and then turned to look at the platform.

On the head of the sculpture, a spoon was hanging inconspicuously. If you were not careful, you would ignore it as the ear of the sculpture.

"Brother Fengyu, use the things on the sculpture to decorate the things in the pool." I shouted to the man who was still wandering on the platform.

He glanced at this side, walked quickly to the side of the sculpture, took off the spoon and leaned over and scooped the spoonful of things inside.

He bent down on the platform and handed me the spoon and the things inside. After taking the things, I returned to the black bowl again and poured the blood from the spoon into it.

There was no change in the bowl and blood, which was a bit disappointing. I turned around and wanted to turn back to the top of the platform, and asked Brother Fengyu to scoop a few more spoons and fill all the bowls under the surrounding torches.

However, after raising your foot, you felt a smoky feeling behind you and your back was tight. But when you looked back, you saw nothing.

Just at this moment, Brother Fengyu's voice came from the high platform behind him with anxiety: "Be careful!"

Hearing this, people subconsciously looked up, but saw that the shadows covered in the sky were sweeping from the direction from which the sky was sweeping, and the evil spirits flew from the river! After a closer look, the water in the river was surging, and the originally quiet corpses rioted again. They twisted and wanted to escape from the river, but they didn't know what force bound them, making all their struggles futile.

I quickly retreated until I pressed against the high platform behind me and had no way to retreat. Then I put the Yinming Sword in front of me, alerting the group of evil ghosts.

The evil spirits, which were either bloody or incomplete, approached us, but instead rushed towards the black bowl under the torch. They were like wolves who had been hungry for several days, fighting for biting there just to get a little more blood in the bowl.

I breathed a sigh of relief silently, put down the sword in my hand, and nimblely jumped onto the platform with Brother Fengyu.

Those evil spirits seemed to be suppressed by something. No matter how they competed below, they had no intention of getting close to the high platform to get blood.

Touching my chin, I began to look around the sculpture and the pool of blood again.

It is obvious that the group of ghosts in the river should be worshipped here, or the group of ghosts in the river that are raised.

It seems that we have become biased about the people here before.

People living in the White Bone Village are not the corpse-raising clan, but the soul-controlling masters!

They threw the dead into the river and trapped their souls in their bodies. On the surface, they looked like zombies whose yang energy had not dissipated. But when these dead bodies rot and their souls were freed, they would become vicious ghosts.

The corpse I saw in Xishan before might be the other party's trick.

And when I think of the Soul Control Master, I remembered someone - Lu Yiwen.

When I met the plastic surgeon in Shanghai, I later let him run away. He was a ghost master and was arrested by Lu Yiwen, which was the first defeat in my life.

Although the Soul Control Master and the Ghost Control Master sound similar, there are differences.

In ancient times, the Soul-Director was a well-known family and had its own family heritage. The Ghost-Director was a sect that rose up in the Yin-Yang Path. The sects were more chaotic than the family members and their cohesion was not strong.

Now, except for the secret families, all major sects have existed in Buddhism and Taoism. Almost all other sects have disintegrated, and their disciples have also been wandering everywhere.

Although Buddhism and Taoism recognized in modern times exist, there are fewer and fewer things passed down. Later, only the Heart Sutra remained, and there were almost nothing that had practical uses.

Since the Soul-Reigning Master hidden in the White Bone Village, the problem is much easier than dealing with the older corpse-raising clan. Even so, we are still not opponents, but it can be considered good news.

As I looked around the platform for the third round, I raised the sword in my hand and swung it towards the sculpture.

The blade slashed on the hard sculpture, sparks splashed, and inconspicuous cracks cracked from the neck of the human head sculpture.

With a "pop--" sound, the sculpture head finally rolled into the blood pool and splashed a few small waves.

The blood pool is not so bright. Because the sculpture controls the flow rate of the unknown black liquid, the blood pool is dyed pure black by the gushing liquid.

At this time, the air inexplicably felt a sense of coldness. The Yinming Sword held in my hand began to vibrate, and I actually wanted to escape from my control.

All this happened so quickly. I turned around and looked around. No one suddenly appeared. Only Brother Fengyu and I were here.

To Brother Fengyu, I was just in the sky and in the ground. There was a layer of ice and snow on his eyelashes.

At this point, if I thought that the surroundings were simply lowering the temperature, it would be impossible to describe it.

The black liquid should be liquefied yin energy, so the soul masters used them to raise ghosts. Now the yin energy control sculpture has been destroyed, and the yin energy is leaking out in large quantities, and the air is of course cold. As the Yin Mingsi, although I can feel it, the yin energy does not harm me.

I turned around and walked towards Brother Fengyu, wanting to take him out of here.

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step, the Yinming Sword forced himself to break free from my constraints. He followed him to look at it and saw that it rushed towards the blood pool like lightning, drowned in the blood pool.
Chapter completed!