princess from the underworld

Chapter 84 text 88
An Baishan seemed to like to see Ziyan's expression very much, and chattered endlessly: "It's not an ordinary curse in him, he should be protected by an expert to be able to live until now, and it can be regarded as the ancestor's virtue, such an expert is in the world There are not many, and most of the people who are cursed will have their souls twisted, but he is so wise, he is really not an ordinary person. If he takes his soul out and refines the soul pill, my stupid apprentice can also be promoted to become a third-class cultivator Alright."

"Don't mess around!" Just one sentence exhausted all her strength.

An Baishan narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "You really care about him."

She had no strength to refute him, so he put down the mahogany sword, "Then let you take a good look at him for the last time."

He picked up his hand and sprinkled a handful of white powder on a pair of red candles. The candle flames suddenly rose and exploded like fireworks, reaching a height of half a meter.

I saw An Baishan put his hands together, his gestures were constantly changing, and he was chanting words, but Ziyan didn't know what he was talking about at all, so he could barely hear what Li Nawa, Akadi Mama... she read it well My head is a little dizzy.Then he saw him holding a white porcelain bowl with an unknown object in it. With a wink, a dagger painted red appeared in his hand. He called for Mustache, and Mustache stepped forward in a daze.

Suddenly there was a cry. It turned out that An Baishan had scratched his hand. The scar was a bit strange. It was cross-shaped and there was a pattern that looked like a circle and a square. The blood flowed down slowly, through the arms and palms, and slid down the fingers, condensed into a drop at the fingertips, and dropped into the bowl. A wisp of white smoke rose from the bowl, and all the contents of the bowl were poured into a black bowl. In a stone bowl, mash and drain the juice.Burned a yellow talisman, mixed in the ash of the talisman, and kept stirring counterclockwise.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Lanzhou had no sound, and it was as silent as death. It felt as if someone took a knife and stabbed her chest continuously, and a familiar yet unfamiliar liquid came from her. Her eyes are full of bitterness, astringency, and saltiness...

"Ambersan, you bastard! Go to hell!" Completely without her usual elegance, Ziyan couldn't help yelling, tears streaming down her face, "Ambershan, you..."

"Oh, you still have the strength to speak. I really underestimated your ability. I can't let you leave alive, the successor of Fairy Bixia, who is well-known in the Jianghu. Yan, go get his blood and hair." An Baishan smiled triumphantly, beckoning Mustache to get Lanzhou's blood and hair.

Mustache looked terrified, and walked towards Lan Zhou tremblingly with a red dagger and a white porcelain bowl, as if Lan Zhou would suddenly wake up and kill him.

Seeing them getting closer and closer, the angry Ziyan struggled more and more, what should I do?what to do!Who will tell her what she should do!
(End of this chapter)