Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

The high priest's soul should have been swallowed up by the candlelight, but now the candlelight has gone out, he has fallen into the hands of the devil, and there is a trace of despair deep in his soul.

"I don't know," Yu Qing looked at him indifferently: "Which option do you think is better, either out of your mind or to tell you what you know?"

"..." To say that she would let him go, the high priest would not believe it.

And he must not say it. If he doesn't say it, he will lose his soul at most, but if he tells it, the end will be even more terrible than the loss of his soul.

"You beat me to pieces, and I won't..." The high priest's firm words suddenly stopped.

His black pupils, floating in mid-air, shrank until they turned completely white.

Snow Wolf lay in the card and looked at the people looking at each other outside. He wanted to stick his head out in surprise, but Hu Tao stuffed it back.

Yu Qing: "Why do you attack ordinary people?"

The high priest blinked with only the whites of his eyes, and replied obediently: "Sacrifice ceremony, he said this can get more power."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know. He has never met me in person. He has always been in contact with me on the phone."

A golden light flashed in Yu Qing's eyes. She could not trace the person on the other side of the phone through the high priest, so she had to give up temporarily and continue to ask him: "Tell me everything you know about the village."

The high priest actually knew very little. His family came from a place called 'Black Crow Island'.

He can only be regarded as an outsider, not even qualified to board Black Crow Island, and the specific location of Black Crow Island is not something he can know at his level.

One day by chance, news came out from Black Crow Island that he was sent to Crane City to hold a sacrificial ceremony with the body of a woman under thirty years old.

The method of sacrifice was also taught to him by the people of Black Crow Island. The person who contacted the high priest had never shown his face, and his gender and age could not be distinguished by his voice.

The stockade was founded by the high priest. He found some desperadoes or criminal absconders to work for him here, while he was responsible for the sacrifices.

The high priest would not leave anyone around when he performed the sacrifice. He performed it alone every time. This was also what that person ordered.

The sacrifice is an ordinary woman, and from the process of sacrifice, the person at the end can gain unlimited power.

Later, perhaps because his movements were too intensive, he was targeted by people from the special department.

After that, the special department also arrested many people who left the stronghold. The high priest's actions gradually decreased, but the pressure over there was tight.

He can only kidnap some women secretly, in places like bars or deserted places, and the women he kidnaps usually don't have any problems.

"I can feel that he seems to want to open something, so he needs so many sacrifices. No matter how many there are, I don't know. I just follow the instructions."

Yu Qing narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a cold voice: "How many places like this are there?"

High Priest: "I don't know, but I guess there should be no less than ten."

He also tried to extract information from the person who instructed him, but the other person was very cautious, and even once he almost gave up his life, he didn't say anything more.

Knowing that nothing could be asked, Yu Qing waved her hands coldly: "Swallow it."

The moment the last note fell, the high priest's dull expression flashed with confusion, and he gradually woke up and realized that he had just explained everything!

His fearful instinct wanted to escape, and half of his soul that escaped was pulled back by the dark red brush.

The brush wrapped around him locked tightly at high speed until it swallowed the soul of the high priest, then it changed into a normal brush form and returned to Yu Qing's hand.

Yu Qing drew a spell and entered it into the brush: "Digest his power well."

Although the high priest's cultivation level is low, compared with ordinary monks, he is already a very good tonic in Jianggu.

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In the silent woods, a young man carrying a silver suitcase was walking through the woods, with a blue hooded sweater covering his head.

I couldn't see his appearance clearly, I just felt that his temperament was cold. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man finally stopped and stood under a large, prosperous tree. It was probably possible to tell that he was no more than thirty years old.

Directly opposite the man, a girl with delicate appearance was picked up by the snow wolf and thrown into the blood, which mixed with it and turned into bones.

The girl standing next to the stove with a cold expression was exactly the same as the original appearance of the bones.

The man's gaze seemed to stay on Snow Wolf for a long time, until Snow Wolf approached the standing girl and suddenly disappeared...

He couldn't see what was behind him, and there seemed to be a fog in front of him.

By the time his vision became clear again, the altar had been destroyed.

Yu Qing destroyed the altar, turned around and faced the man under the big tree. The two seemed to have been aware of each other's existence for a long time, and they had a tacit understanding without saying a word.

In the end, the man walked out of the forest first, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I need the blood of that snow wolf, not too much, just a bowl."

His voice was low and he sounded polite.

"..." Regarding his outspoken behavior, Yu Qing thought for a while: "The reason?"

Man: "Sorry, I can't tell you this, but I can pay a certain amount of compensation. After all, you captured the Snow Wolf first."

After speaking, he opened the silver suitcase and could see neatly placed red banknotes inside. After a cursory look, it was at least in the millions.

"..." She really couldn't refuse.

Yu Qing nodded, took out the card J, and released the snow wolf.

"What are you doing! I didn't agree to bleed him. It hurts so much. I don't want it, I don't want it!!"

Xue Lang could hear the conversation between the two, and naturally knew that Yu Qing had sold him. He immediately rolled on the ground in dissatisfaction, trying to express his protest in this way.

"what!"

Yu Qing got a silver needle from nowhere, grabbed the snow wolf's forelimb, took out a bowl, filled it with blood neatly and then let go.

Snow Wolf: "..."

He stared at the bowl, not knowing where she got it from!

The man put the money on the ground and put the bowl into the suitcase. He just carried it in his hand without fear of blood spilling.

"Sorry, I don't have any extra containers."

Yu Qing waved his hand generously: "It's okay, I'll pretend."

Hearing this, the man's head hidden under the brim of his hat nodded slightly, then turned around and disappeared into the forest.

Yu Qing stuffed the angry snow wolf back into the card, collected the money and left the altar.

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Long Pingping is the owner of a props and supplies store. No one knows that he has secretly raised a little zombie.

This time he came to the mountain of Yuncheng because he sensed the existence of snow wolves here.

Snow Wolf's blood is enough for a little zombie to last for a year without drinking blood without losing its mind.

What had happened on this mountain range and what the girl wanted to do were of no importance to him. Carelessness was not important.

He only cares about whether his little zombie can look after the store properly.

As the father of a little zombie, this is what he should do.