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"Stay here and don't move."

Shen Qingzhou gave the three of them a word of advice and then stepped out from the crowd.

The three of them stared intently at the female ghost on the high platform, fearing that she might make any unusual moves.

But she just stood there quietly, as if she had already reached an agreement with Shen Qingzhou, or perhaps she knew she couldn't do anything to him, and remained motionless without making the slightest move.

This made the three of them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

They now rely almost entirely on Shen Qingzhou, and are afraid that something might happen.

Shen Qingzhou did not walk directly to the platform, but turned around and walked into the dark shadows beside him, took out a lighter, and seemed to light something.

The entire hall was instantly illuminated.

The three looked in the direction of the light and saw that he had lit a candle.

By the dim candlelight, they could roughly make out all the furnishings and layout of the underground hall.

Shen Qingzhou didn't stop; she lit the remaining six candles in front of her one by one.

Now, while not every detail of the hall is clearly visible, everything is within sight.

However, the candlelight was not the usual orange, but a glaring blood red.

The entire hall was shrouded in a bloody hue, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

They saw that the candlestick was placed on a desk, behind which were a bed, bookshelves, and rows of wooden cabinets, making it seem as if someone had lived there for many years.

They saw that there was a skeleton lying on the bed, its head facing the high platform, as if gazing at something in the distance.

They could see that the crisscrossing gullies on the ground were filled with dark brown, old bloodstains.

As all the candles were lit, the female ghost on the platform silently let her long, flowing hair fall to the ground, slowly spreading down the platform and flowing along the ravines like surging blood, wrapped in rolling black mist, filling the empty ravines completely.

"Okay, okay, don't rush..."

Seeing this, Shen Qingzhou remained calm and turned to walk straight to the side of the platform.

The long hair, swirling with black mist within the ravine, parted to make way for him as he passed, as if deliberately clearing a path for him.

"Young Miss..."

Ma Chenggang then leaned close to Ding Xiangkui's ear, whispered something, and pointed to the ground.

Ding Xiangkui and Zhao Changming looked in the direction he pointed, and their faces instantly showed a look of realization.

Ma Chenggang was the tallest and had the farthest view. He was the first to realize that the trenches on the ground were not dug randomly, but rather arranged in a fixed pattern, forming unknown characters on the ground.

What was in the very center of the site was not an ordinary platform, but clearly an altar.

The so-called "human elixir" was not actually refined, but rather a ritual performed.

This is not surprising. According to Ding Xiangkui, the gold-inlaid star mirror is an ancient artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. At that time, there was no such thing as alchemy as we know it today. Sacrifices were the means by which people communicated with heaven, earth, and the gods.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou walked to the altar and began to take off his clothes.

The black hair on the ground kept moving around him, like a surging swarm of black snakes, but it never crossed the line.

Ding Xiangkui and the other two: ...

"What is he going to do?" Zhao Changming asked in a low voice.

Ma Chenggang and Ding Xiangkui had no idea; they simply remembered Shen Qingzhou's instructions and stood still.

They knew in their hearts that if they didn't court death, they wouldn't die, and for now, the best thing to do was to trust Shen Qingzhou, a professional.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Qingzhou took off all her clothes, including her underwear, and stood naked on the spot, creating an indescribably eerie scene.

Despite being a woman, Ding Xiangkui showed no shyness whatsoever. She stared intently at Shen Qingzhou, waiting for his next move, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Shen Qingzhou neatly folded the clothes she had taken off and placed them on the steps in front of her. The steps were the entrance to the altar. (The latest chapter of "[Title of the novel]" is highly anticipated! Come to Cola Novels!)

Shen Qingzhou did not go up; instead, she stood directly opposite the female ghost.

One person looked up from below the altar, while a ghost looked down from the high platform; their gazes seemed to meet in mid-air.

"what?"

Ding Xiangkui, who had been staring intently at Shen Qingzhou, couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

Ma Chenggang and Zhao Changming didn't ask why, because they had seen it too.

Suddenly, countless black spots appeared on Shen Qingzhou's fair skin.

The black dots looked alive, crawling all over his skin, densely packed, and extremely creepy.

The movement seemed disorderly, but upon closer inspection, it followed a certain pattern. Staring at it for too long could make one dizzy and nauseous.

To their even greater surprise, the naked Shen Qingzhou conjured three incense sticks out of thin air with a flick of his wrist.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the incense stick was instantly lit.

From a distance, they couldn't see clearly that these three incense sticks were completely different from the ones Shen Qingzhou had used before; they were blood red and covered with dense runes.

After lighting the incense sticks, Shen Qingzhou placed them on the edge of the altar.

The smoke descended from the altar, swirling around it as if it had come to life, the fine smoke encircling the center of the altar and slowly rising upwards.

There were only three incense sticks, yet so much smoke appeared out of nowhere, completely enveloping the altar.

After listening for a while, I felt a tightness in my chest, my stomach churned, and a strange nausea rushed up my throat.

Ding Xiangkui and the other two wished they could cover their ears, but they didn't want to miss the scene in front of them, so they could only grit their teeth and endure it.

What they didn't see was that the black runes on Shen Qingzhou's body were spreading down her skin to her feet, eventually connecting with the black hair in the crevices at her feet.

The black hair in the ravine seemed startled, first shrinking back abruptly, then cautiously probing again, repeating this several times, until finally wrapping around Shen Qingzhou's ankle, completely connecting the man and the ghost.

More and more runes surged on Shen Qingzhou's body, spreading along his black hair like a tide.

These runes carry the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, symbolize the rules governing all things, and are an integral part of the world itself.

Through these runes, the female ghost saw the changes in the outside world.

Through these runes, Shen Qingzhou glimpsed more of the female ghost's past memories.

……

"Ah Xiu, come quick, look what I found..."

"Brother Shuisheng, Mother wants you to come home for dinner..."

"Third sister, what's it like outside...?"

"Little brother, when I'm not around, don't be naughty, and listen to your parents..."

"Third sister, thank you for giving me the mirror, I really like it..."

"Eldest brother, second brother, are you also sending me to the ancestral hall? Please..."

"Father, Mother, why, why..."

"Third Uncle, it really was my parents who sent you..."

"Waaaaah, Father and Mother, save me..."

……

Countless figures of young girls suddenly appeared around the altar.

Some of them had very young faces, no more than eleven or twelve years old, and were huddled in a corner, sobbing softly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably...

Some were eighteen or nineteen years old, their eyes still carrying the innocence of young girls...

Their voices echoed around the smoke-filled altar, each figure vividly alive, yet exuding an eerie, deathly silence...

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