Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 915 He wants to kill him with acid 8
Led by the black figure, the five of Beimingwu ran for an unknown amount of time, and finally arrived at a flat and open place, surrounded by messy weeds.

Not far away is a white circular altar with a small footprint.

The altar is several meters high and is divided into two floors. It seems to have a long history and is full of vicissitudes.

Bei Mingwu was very surprised, why is there an altar here?
They ran all the way just now, and they didn't see any people living around here.

Who would build such a strange altar in this desolate place?

Or is it that this bloody place was once inhabited, and then all of them left, leaving only this altar?
What did that figure bring them here for?
And she felt that the bloody smell seemed to be emanating from the altar.

All kinds of strange totems are carved on the stone wall of the altar, and there is a very strange stone tablet at the front end of the altar.

The stele is at least ten meters high, with twisted and twisted characters carved on it.

Bei Mingwu blinked, those characters are not very unfamiliar to her, aren't they the ones that are often used on talismans?

How could there be those things engraved on this weird stone tablet.

Or... is there something suppressed under this altar.

"Hey, where did that person go?" Qi Qi asked after looking around.

"That's right, what about others?" Bailimo looked at the altar, maybe he ran under the altar.

Bei Mingwu raised her eyebrows, she knew that person was here.

"Idiot, I'm here."

Suddenly, an evil male voice sounded.

The five people looked up, and saw a black figure sitting on the railing of the altar at some point. The man was wearing a red butterfly mask, and his red lips curled up in a sinister arc. It is playful light.

"You are Ji Shisan?" Bei Mingwu raised an eyebrow and asked.

Judging from the other party's temperament and that snow-white and tender face, he seemed very young.

"Oh, you actually know my name, but you don't seem to be from the Beiqi royal family." Ji Shisan rubbed her chin thoughtfully and swept the five Beimingwu people one by one.

"Who doesn't know about the famous Thief Saint." Bei Mingwu chuckled.

"Hahaha, so I'm so famous."

"But you are wearing a mask full of coquettishness, which really doesn't symbolize your identity." Bei Mingwu looked at him with a playful smile.

puff--

Bailimo and the others laughed.

An angry mask?
Hahaha!
The corner of Ji Shisan's mouth twitched fiercely, he stared at Bei Mingwu, and retorted, "I'm called personality, do you understand?"

"..." Bei Mingwu.

"Where is that painting? Take it out." Di Wuhen's eyes were gloomy, and there was a chill all over his body.

"Painting? What painting?" Ji Shisan asked in a daze.

"You don't need to pretend to be ignorant, you took away the ink painting hanging on the wall from Emperor Bei Qi's bedroom that night." Bei Mingwu said slowly.

Ji Shisan was stunned for a moment, then raised her lips and smiled handsomely, "Hey, how can you be so clear?"

"Because I was going to take that painting." Bei Mingwu didn't mind telling him.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. What is in my hands is mine." Ji Shisan raised her lips arrogantly.

"It is said that Ji Shisan is a holy thief. There is nothing you can't steal. Do you dare to make a bet with me on stealing things? If you win, the painting will be yours. If you lose, the painting will be mine." Bei Mingwu raised his chin and looked at him provocatively.

(End of this chapter)