"There is an altar inside the wooden house. It's so close. I'm really lucky." Ma Jin opened the door of the wooden house and asked her guide to stand outside the door to inspect.

Walking into the house, she saw a strange-looking black altar placed in the middle of the wooden house. The altar was well weathered, and about half of the altar's body needed to be carved with patterns.

She took out the carving pen she picked up at the door and approached the altar, planning to try it with animal blood first.

Carving the altar requires pens and blood. Some high-end pens can speed up the carving, but now she doesn't plan to spend extra time looking for pens. As for blood, luckily, she brought it herself. Due to her personal career reasons, she will need some

She uses blood to enhance her strength, and now she carries several packs of blood from creatures such as chickens and puppies in the compartments of her backpack.

She took out the blood bag and brought it close to the carving pen. The tip of the pen automatically absorbed the blood in the bag and turned bright red. She started to draw according to the vague traces on the altar.

[You are carving the altar, current progress: 53%]

[The props you use are (ordinary carving pen), (ordinary animal blood), and the carving efficiency: extremely low.]

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Makin traced the blurred traces with some effort, but found that it was too slow, as if his hand was glued to it, making it difficult to move, and he had to wait a long time before he could move a single stroke.

"This painting is too slow..." Seeing that five minutes had passed and the progress of the altar was still at 53%, she realized that the pen and blood on hand were not enough, and she still had to find props.

She was just about to get up when she suddenly noticed a hand reaching out from her right shoulder, holding her pen-holding hand, and led her to start carving.

"Wow--"

A very long blood-colored trace appeared on the altar, but this stroke did not follow the trace on the altar at all, and was drawn directly, leaving a very discordant blood-red trace.

"Bang!"

The altar in front of him exploded suddenly, and the progress dropped directly to 50%. And the traces of disharmony slowly disappeared.

"What are you doing!" Ma Jin frowned. Since the leader Luo Yi didn't call the police, it must be a teammate who came in. This teammate was really inexplicable. He didn't even take a pen, but he still took her strokes to draw the altar.

Off the mark.

She turned around suddenly and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face.

In the blood-red field of vision, the man was very close to her, and she saw a pair of pale eyes, looking at her like ants, like a god looking down on all living things.

White hair floated in front of her eyes and scratched her eyebrows.

A shotgun was already pressed against her head.

The guide, Luo Yi, who was supposed to sound a warning, was leaning against the door of the wooden house, as if frozen, unable to even move his eyes. The scene looked extremely strange.

Seeing Xi Boer approaching suddenly, Ma Jin turned pale for a moment.

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"ah--!"

All the players who were operating in the Blood Sacrifice heard a scream at the same time.

The voice sounded in their minds. It did not come from any direction, and it could not be recognized by men, women, or children. It seemed like a warning specially given to them.

At the same time, the blood-red numbers in the upper right corner of their vision slowly jumped.

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[Currently the number of carved altars: 0]

[Currently surviving "Black Lamb": 11/12 people]
Chapter completed!