Xiao Shou immediately drew back his sleeves and stepped away. Once he had returned to his place, he turned and looked toward "Yu."
When "Yu" noticed his gaze, he stood as well. He went to the small table, picked up some incense, lit it, and followed exactly the same steps as Xiao Shou, offering incense to the Divine Statue of "Zhou."
Next was the Crimson Powder Bride.
Before long, three sticks of incense stood in the tripod-shaped burner. Above each stick, a name appeared.
"Xiao Shou," "Xiao Meng," "Xiao Xiang'e."
As the smoke curled upward, the three of them all looked toward Pei Ling.
Following their example, Pei Ling rose, went to the small table to take some incense, and offered it to the Divine Statue of "Zhou."
As smoke coiled around them, the characters "Xiao Zheng" appeared above this stick of incense as well.
With all four sticks burning, the scent of incense and the smoke immediately grew much stronger.
Soon, an ancient altar slowly emerged from the void.
The instant his gaze fell upon the altar, Pei Ling's face twisted into a savage grimace! Another consciousness gradually stirred in his mind, and it grew stronger by the moment!
He immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly took a mask from his chest and put it on.
A bone-deep chill swept over him, spreading through his entire body in an instant. Pei Ling couldn't help coughing violently. "Cough, cough, cough..."
At last, he managed to stop coughing. Immediately, scene after scene of unfamiliar memories appeared before him...
He held a sharp blade, slowly slicing open the skin of one maid after another, [42 harmonious characters] stacking them on the altar.
"Ahhhhh!!"
"Young master, please... have mercy..."
"Xiao Zheng!!! You'll die a horrible death! A horrible death, ahhh!"
"May the