A faint sandalwood fragrance mingled with the scent of ink in the air, while wavering dim yellow candlelight illuminated the limited space.
This was a house of only around twenty square meters, an exceedingly common dwelling at the foot of Lishou Mountain.
At this moment, a young man of about twenty-five sat naked and cross-legged on a pale green cushion, while a young woman beside him used a slender needle nearly a foot long, dipped in black ink, to repeatedly pierce and trace patterns across his body.
The man was fairly handsome. His long hair was coiled atop his head, and a thin scar marked his neck. It was clear that the scar lay right across his fatal throat; had it gone even a little deeper, the young man would have been killed and never lived to this day.
The black tattoos on his body were not confined to one spot. They were densely packed, covering his entire upper body.
The young man's arms had originally been smooth and clean, but under the young woman's hand, they too were now covered in dense markings resembling blades and weapons.
Under the dim yellow light, his entire upper body—chest and back alike—had been turned into an image of war and slaughter. Countless heads, white bones, and corpses were piled together.
If it had merely been a tattoo, it could only have counted as a personal preference, nothing remarkable. Yet this tattoo of warfare and slaughter had been inked with specially prepared pigments.
Coupled with the young woman's unique secret method, it looked vividly lifelike, like hell itself, like Demonic Caves, brimming with a terrifying, despairing demonic power.
"Third Master, I have completed half of this Blood Sacrifice Diagram and done everything I can. I hope you will keep your word and not