There's something wrong with this kid...

Mr. Wu's eyes narrowed and he said slowly:

"Do you know where this place is? Where am I going to take you? Are you... not afraid at all?"

Mo Hua quickly suppressed the expectations in his heart and said seriously:

"I'm extremely scared. Because I'm so scared, I'm chatting with you to relieve my fear."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Is this kid short-sighted?

Don’t you have any idea in your mind?

Could it be that he was born with a defect in his soul and a defect in his seven emotions and six desires, so he didn’t know what fear was?

Mr. Wu frowned more and more.

Then it suddenly smiled gloomily.

Ignorant people are fearless. The more ignorant a person is, the more stupid and bold they are. There is great horror in this world. Even if he didn't know it before, he will soon realize it...

Mr. Wu said nothing more. He grabbed the ink painting, quickened his pace, and continued walking deeper into the maze.

After that, whenever Mo Hua asked him anything, he remained silent.

Mo Hua couldn't find anything, so he had no choice but to look around. But the more he looked, the more confused he became.

The blood color deep in this bone maze is much richer than before.

Moreover, it is getting thicker bit by bit.

It seemed that something was "hatching", but Mo Hua didn't notice anything weird around him...

In this way, while walking, Mr. Wu finally brought the ink painting to a pool of blood.

The blood in the blood pool was unusually thick.

Mo Hua only glanced at it and roughly deduced that the blood mixed with evil power in the previous sea of ​​​​blood was concentrated and condensed into this blood pool.

Mr. Wu grabbed Mo Hua and was about to jump into the blood pool. Mo Hua quickly said:

"etc!"

Mr. Wu paused and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Mo Hua said: "This blood water is very dirty and can corrode flesh and blood. If you take me and jump down, I might die before you can sacrifice me to the Lord God."

Mr. Wu sneered, "Don't worry, your sacrifice is different. If it's not fresh, the Lord God will blame me."

After saying that, he grabbed the ink painting and jumped down.

There was a "pop" sound, and pools of blood splashed everywhere.

But because the blood was too thick and stuck together, not much was spilled.

When he jumped into the blood pool, Mo Hua closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding area was red and filled with thick plasma.

And he seemed to be wrapped in dragon scales, and the blood and water could not get close to him.

Mr. Wu's entire body also turned into a real blood sea "Yaksha", wrapped in scales, carrying the ink painting, and swam towards the deepest part of the blood pool.

All the way to the bottom of the blood pool.

Mo Hua looked up and finally saw the altar he had longed for.

At this time, the altar sank quietly in the center of the blood pool.

The surrounding blood compressed and condensed little by little, forming dozens of blood streams, like blood vessels, flowing into the sheep bone statue in the center of the altar, providing it with evil energy.

The blood on the outside was as thick as pulp, but the surroundings of the altar became a vacuum.

Mr. Wu brought the ink painting to the altar, took a bone chain from somewhere, tied the ink painting tightly, and temporarily threw it aside.

Then he began to respectfully place some unknown flesh and blood tributes on the altar, and muttered something unknown.

The ink painting was thrown aside, and after looking at the strange blood flow, the gloomy altar, and the bloody offerings, it seemed that I was really "scared".

"You don't...really want to use me as a sacrifice, do you?"

Mr. Wu sneered and secretly scolded Mo Hua for being an idiot. Why do you know such an obvious thing now?

But now he is preparing for the ceremony.

Do not speak loudly in front of the Lord of God, lest you be disrespectful and offend the Lord of God.

He placed the altar candles, incense, and flesh and blood on the altar one by one, and then turned his head and looked at the "main course" of the sacrifice - the ink painting.

"Originally, I wanted to capture you all and sacrifice them all to the Lord of God, but I didn't expect that you would be so troublesome."

"Except for that idiot who was so greedy that I bit off his neck and turned him into a bloody corpse, none of the other golden elixirs are easy to compete with."

"You kid, you are as cunning as a ghost."

"Originally, my invulnerable, invulnerable Yaksha incarnation was capable of killing everyone, but for some reason, you saw your destiny and was wasted..."

Mr. Wu became more and more angry as he talked, and finally sighed:

"It's impossible to do anything, and there's nothing I can do about it... Fortunately, the emperor paid off his hard work, and God blessed me, allowing me to catch this kid like you..."

Mr. Wu looked delighted and looked at the ink paintings. The more he looked at them, the happier he became. He nodded and said:

"It is indeed the best embryo of a living sacrifice. It is fresh and tender. The key is that your spiritual consciousness must be very strong."

"It was you who broke my blood formation. I also saw it when you set up the formation to deceive Dianji named Xiao."

"Your formation level is absolutely extraordinary, your spiritual consciousness is also extremely talented, and it's extremely delicious."

"With you alone as a living sacrifice, even if it is a little thin, the Lord of God will not blame me."

Mo Hua seemed a little "nervous" and said to Mr. Wu with a straight face:

"I advise you not to sacrifice me, otherwise you will regret it."

Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Ever since I believed in God and died because of God, I still don't know how to write the word regret."

"Okay," Mr. Wu lost his patience, "I've prepared everything, it's time for you to hit the road. I want to dedicate you to the Lord God as a proof of my 'loyalty'."

After that, without waiting for Mo Hua to say anything, Mr. Wu picked up the ink painting and placed it on the altar.

Then he lit candles, burned incense, and knelt down to pray:

"The Lord of the Wilderness, the Lord of Three Thousands..."

"Brilliant and majestic, the power of God is supreme."

"Bleeding with the blood of the Great Wilderness, and believing in your honorable name, believers will present to you an innate divine item and a soul-rich sacrifice today..."

"May the Lord God exist forever, come to the earth as soon as possible, and bring glory to the world..."

Mr. Wu recited it very devoutly.

At the same time, there was indeed an ancient and majestic aura floating above the altar.

It seems that something has revived and is preparing to enjoy a "delicious meal".

Mo Hua held back his composure and sat upright without making a sound to disturb Mr. Wu's prayer.

He was afraid that when he spoke, he would make a mistake, Mr. Wu would pronounce the wrong word, the prayer would be ineffective, and all his hard work would be in vain.

Mr. Wu finished reciting the prayer smoothly, looked up at the ink painting, and said indifferently:

"You're quite honest."

Mo Hua nodded, then thought of something, and asked: "Mr. Wu, you said before that the Lord's 'big enemy' was about to come. How did you know?"

Mr. Wu sneered and said with awe, "Of course it is the revelation of the Lord God."

"How was it revealed?" Mo Hua asked again.

Mr. Wu was about to speak, but suddenly frowned, "Why do you ask this?"

"Oh," Mo Hua said honestly, "I forgot to mention...it seems that your God Lord's greatest enemy is me."

Mr. Wu was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he slowly stopped laughing, and then laughed loudly. Looking at the weak and ink painting tied with bone chains, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he said coldly:

"Little brother, I didn't know you were quite good at joking..."

How could it be possible for such a powerless virtue to make the noble and great God Lord call him an "enemy"?

Mr. Wu sneered to himself.

But while he was smiling, he suddenly stopped laughing. He finally noticed a slight discrepancy.

Along the way, he always felt like... being "arranged" by someone.

Why?

And finally, before the maze, why is this kid coming in and closing the door?

Why, he obviously has good body skills, but he doesn't hide or avoid it.

Why, he was obviously very clever, but he seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.
To be continued...