Devil's Concubine

Chapter 232 Summoning Ritual 1
Full moon night.

All the members of the Wuling clan appeared early, standing neatly in the outermost circle, holding their breath and waiting for the start of the summoning ceremony.

Wu Peng, the patriarch of the Wuling tribe, in order to appease the restlessness of the tribe, led the ten witches to set up the altar of the pentagram very early, and waved his hands to signal the whispering tribe to quiet down.

The musicians were already ready, and they all took the instruments in their hands and began to play to the moon, while the other wizards except the ten witches began to bow their heads and chant eulogy.

Under the harmony of the music, those low-pitched hymns sounded even more shocking. Almost everyone was immersed in such a solemn atmosphere, and no one dared to say a word.

"Libi—" the leader who chanted the hymn said loudly before the melody stopped, and Shu Molan and Leng Kuang, surrounded by a group of people, came to the center of the altar.

Compared with Shu Molan, who had a calm face, Leng Kuang had an expression that was determined to win. He slowly glanced at the lower-browed Wuling clansmen around him, and a satisfied smile slightly curled up on the corners of his lips.

When Wu Peng saw Leng Kuang, he quickly bowed down respectfully, as if he had already regarded Leng Kuang as the devil himself.

"Why hasn't the saint appeared yet?" Wu Peng finished saluting Leng Kuang, and hurriedly asked the people around him, who shook their heads blankly: "Patriarch, I can't find the saint!"

Wu Peng frowned when he heard the words: "Today is such an important day, why did the saint disappear?"

"You don't have to look for it anymore, her disappearance will not affect today's summoning ceremony!" Leng Kuang's sudden words made Wu Peng's body tremble, and he said hesitantly to Leng Kuang's indifferent and impatient gaze: "This... ...Could it be that the saint has already..."

He had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions when faced with the cold and mad face.

If he guessed right, the Holy Witch Su might have annoyed Leng Kuang and be dealt with by Leng Kuang!
Thinking that even the dignified saint could be easily and mercilessly dealt with by the man in front of him, Wu Peng's temples throbbed, and it took him a while to calm down.

Although they survived by relying on the blood of the devil to survive the extermination of the Wuling clan, they have survived for so many years. He doesn't even know what the consequences will be if the devil king returns to the Three Realms!
Even though there was some inexplicable panic in his heart, Wu Peng didn't dare to stop the summoning ceremony, he could only sigh a few words in his heart, and according to the steps of the ceremony, he ordered the ten witches to sit down and form a circle, reciting the eulogy of summoning.

And Leng Kuang has already taken out the moon-bathing ball and placed it in the middle of the pentagram, allowing the moon-bathed ball to be completely immersed in the moonlight.

The bright moonlight shrouded the Yuyue Yuanzhu and Leng Kuang, and under Wu Song's singing, it gradually emitted a strange light, but the Yuyue Yuanzhu only moved once, and then stopped moving.

"Ming Ye hasn't come here yet, I'm afraid the summoning ceremony will be difficult to continue..." Wu Peng whispered to Leng Kuang worriedly, and Leng Kuang who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his sharp eyes and smiled coldly.

"He will definitely come, because he has to!" After Leng Kuang said this, before Wu Peng and others could react, he grabbed Shu Molan's arm.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, sharp nails suddenly grew out of Leng Kuang's fingers, piercing into Shu Molan's chest, and the blood flowed down her body, dyeing her chest into a beautiful and mournful blood flower.

(End of this chapter)