Li Duanen did not respond immediately. He just looked at the plex symbols, which seemed to be made up of basic graphics, for a moment and then said, "I don't recognize these symbols. They don't seem to be from China." Things that circulated in the region in the past were either older and resurfaced after long rifts, or they were more distant and came from somewhere across the ocean.
But what I can confirm is that some sort of irregular sacrificial ritual was performed here. Although I do not know the purpose of the sacrificial ritual or what phenomena occurred during the sacrificial process, I do know that this sacrificial ritual had unimaginable consequences. ”
“What is the result?” Chen Xiaolin frowned, “Can you tell me your guess?”
“Are you afraid of the atmosphere here?” Li Duojin asked irritably. Seeing the expression on the other person's face as he was at a loss for words, he smiled and said, ``Even if this place is full of people, I'm sure you have more imagination.'' It's pretty pretty, but I'm sure you can guess something from what you just saw. ”
Chen Xiaolin opened his mouth. Feeling a little convinced, he calmed down and remembered the presence he had noticed on his way to the attic.
A warped metal door with several bulging figures, scratches everywhere, traces of battles that could not be pletely hidden, a tablecloth carved with mysterious symbols, a sacrificial ritual...Zheng U...cut someone...
“Did a violent and bloody incident occur here as well?” Chen Xiaolin looked at Li Duojing in horror.
Li Tajin nodded at the other person, but his eyes were slightly out of focus. He moved behind Chen Xiaolin's black body. Broken bones and corpses of several people who had tragically died were dragged around with broken limbs and stitched together flesh and blood-soaked tissue. Next to the attic, his special eyes allowed him to see the victims who died here from the moment he entered the attic.
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