Looking back over the years, the Xiao family has made countless sacrifices to achieve this goal. Now they have reached the end of the mountain and only have this last step left!

No matter what the cost, it is impossible to give up now!

Thinking of this, Xiao Shou used his right arm to move his incomplete torso, lit the incense stick for the third time, and offered incense.

Since he lost both legs and an arm, he had to crawl on the ground and even squirm like an insect to complete these pre-sacrificial procedures.

It is especially difficult when picking up incense.

Because the Xiao family had never thought that they would be in his situation before, the box where the offerings were placed was placed on a high table, which was as high as an ordinary person's chest. It was not difficult for normal adults.

But Xiao Shou struggled for a while before he succeeded in getting the thing.

Finally, after a long while of busy work, green smoke lit up in the room again, the word "Xiao Shou" floated in the air, and the altar appeared again.

He crawled to the altar, took out the dagger, and pointed the sharp dagger tip at his face.

Feeling the chill of the approaching sharp blade, and thinking of what was to come next, Xiao Shou could not suppress the look of fear in his eyes.

But he took a deep breath, and finally used his strength to stab the dagger hard into his eye socket...

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Unimaginable pain came, and blood flowed out like a spring, instantly soaking Xiao Shou's face and dyeing his front red.

While screaming hysterically, he grabbed two of his own eyes and threw them towards the altar.

Due to the experience of the previous two failures, Xiao Shou used great perseverance to endure unimaginable pain in order to prevent the sacrifice from being insufficient this time, and cut off his own nose and ears as sacrifices...

After doing this, he had become a bloody man and fell to the ground, unable to even move his fingertips.

Xiao Shou endured the pain and began to pray silently intermittently.

It took him a while to recite the very familiar prayer in its entirety. Before he could recite it a second time, he passed out from the pain.

Black blood rose up, and his eyes, nose, and ears began to sink toward the altar.

After a while, the altar completely absorbed the sacrifice.

Just like the previous two times, Pei Ling once again felt a pure power pouring into his body.

Perhaps because this sacrifice was more suitable for the "Faceless Immortal", the aura in Pei Ling's body immediately returned from the Dan Formation Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage!

At the same time, new flesh grew on Xiao Shou's eyes, nose, and ears. Soon, there were no more wounds on his body.

The entire face is as if he was born without eyes, nose and ears, leaving only one mouth.

The incense offered suddenly became strong and burned brightly.

A familiar memory once again appeared before Pei Ling's eyes.

This time, he was still offering sacrifices, and he was still inside the ancestral hall. However, only the altar looked normal. The entire ancestral hall was made of human bones, flesh, and skin, and was still squirming slightly.

It looks like a living creature, it looks weird, terrifying, disgusting, and like purgatory.

The picture rippled slightly, then disappeared immediately.

The scene of the ancestral hall reappeared, with green and red pillars, carved beams and painted pillars. Everything just now seemed like an illusion.

Pei Ling was not affected at all and still sat motionless, still pretending to be the faceless immortal worshiped by Xiao Shou.

The incense burned out, the altar disappeared, and the bead curtain closed.

Through the gap between the bead curtains, Pei Ling frowned secretly when he saw that Xiao Shou was still unconscious. He had been unconscious for about a quarter of an hour, why didn't he wake up?

It's such an anticlimax, and it's so easy to give up halfway. As the head of a family, you really have no sense of responsibility!

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In the bamboo forest, inside the house.

The fishy-sweet smell is as rich as the substance.

The maid wearing an indigo dress with blood-stained skirts stood with her sleeves rolled up. She was not wearing a mask, and her plain white face looked normal except for some dirt.

However, in addition to her original head, there are four men's heads growing on her neck. One of them has a square face, one is ordinary, one is weather-beaten, and the last one is that of a dark-faced boy.

Each of these four heads has gnashing teeth and red eyes, filled with majestic hatred.

The cold atmosphere lingered, and gray-black frost and snow were already quietly spreading on the ground.

On the ground not far away, four headless corpses were in pieces, and their original human shapes could hardly be seen. If it weren't for the scattered robes, they were all worn by Xiao Mansion guards, and their identities would be completely unrecognizable.

"Yu" stood in front of the five-headed maid, admiring the masterpiece in front of her. Her always depressed expression could not help but be mixed with a hint of complacency.

"Curse" will definitely like his sacrifice!

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the sky outside. The shadow of the sun was slanting to the west, and the remaining light was dim.

It's not evening yet, but it's almost there.

Let’s make a sacrifice to “Curse” first. The creation of “Curse” this time is probably hidden in the sacrifice!

"Yu" immediately opened his mouth, took a deep breath, sucked the five maids directly into his mouth, then turned around and pushed the door open.

Soon, he appeared at the door of the ancestral hall.

Looking at the door that seemed to be closed, "Yu" was about to reach out and push it open.

"Squeak."

The door suddenly opened spontaneously.

"Yu" looked calm and strode into it.

The ancestral hall is still the same as it was last night, and all traces of the previous fights have disappeared, as if there has never been any disturbance here.

It is still luxurious and elegant yet spacious and cold.

However, before giving the confession, Xiao Shou fell unconscious.

"Yu" looked at him and was a little surprised. He remembered that Xiao Shou was tortured to death by the pink bride last night, but how did he survive now?

Moreover, it also appeared in the ancestral hall?

Was it made by Pink Bride?

With his mind spinning, "Yu" quickly shook his head. Ignore these things for now. The most important thing now is to sacrifice to "Curse"!

As for Xiao Shou... since he is not dead, he will torture him again in person. If the other party still refuses to say anything, he will sacrifice him to the "curse"!

So, "Yu" strode forward and imitated Xiao Shou's operation last night. He first lit an incense stick in the incense burner, and then knelt down in front of the bead curtain.

The bead curtain opened silently, and the shrine appeared. The pressure of great terror and disaster was like a huge pressure, making his heart beat uncontrollably.

"Yu" looked up and saw inside the shrine a statue of a god that was the same as the one he saw last night, sitting quietly cross-legged.

But underneath its base, there seems to be another statue of a similar figure.

However, the head of this statue was covered by a robe, and the face could not be seen.

"Yu" was slightly confused, but when he saw that the statue of "Chu" was still the same as before, he ignored the change.

After all, there are many weird things going on in Xiao Mansion, so it's better not to add extraneous details.

So, he continued the exact same ceremony as Xiao Shou last night, inserting a stick of incense into the incense burner before the confession.

The green smoke condensed into one word in mid-air: "Yu."

Seeing that it was not Xiao Meng who appeared this time, but his own title, "Yu" was secretly relieved.

Soon, the altar emerged from the escaping smoke.

"Yu" looked at the statue of "Chu" with a very respectful expression, then opened his mouth, and a strong black gas suddenly spewed out from his mouth.

The black energy fell to the ground and transformed into the appearance of the five-headed maid.

He stretched out his hand to grab it and easily moved it to the altar.

"Yu" immediately knelt down, lowered his head and prayed: "The faceless immortal has boundless power, bless the descendants, and may blessings last forever."

"The younger generation, 'Yu', would like to use what he has learned throughout his life to integrate the hatred of the living and the resentment of the dead into one sacrifice, and worship the great immortal."
Chapter completed!