Chapter 6 Scarlet Word Count
The four tall men put down the poles, swiftly removed the ropes on the top of the large tile jar, tore off the talisman paper from the large tile jar, and put it away carefully before bowing slightly to the two talisman masters and quickly retreating from the circle. altar.
Both talisman masters took out a folded yellow paper talisman from their pockets. They slowly opened the talisman paper. The normal talisman paper was only three fingers wide, but the talisman paper in their hands was six fingers wide and one foot wide. long.
They glanced at each other, squatted down, and slapped the talisman paper in their hands on the slate.
The paper talisman began to emit a faint yellow light, and pale yellow lines thick with the little finger spread out from the talisman paper, crawling along the gray stone ground.
Zhou Fan's pupils shrank, and he found it extremely absurd as he watched the crawling lines that could not be explained by the knowledge system of modern society.
The pale yellow rune lines of the two rune papers continued to extend in a fan shape, and soon covered the entire round altar, and finally gathered at the center of the round altar and climbed onto the large tile vat, which was full of dense rune lines.
Kaka!
Cracks appeared on the tile surface of the large tile cylinder.
With a bang, the tile jar shattered, a deep red liquid flowed out, and the pungent fishy smell permeated around the round altar.
Zhou Fan smelled the strong fishy smell, and he quickly realized that it was definitely the smell of blood!
The strange thing is that the blood did not spread irregularly after landing, but was quickly absorbed by the spreading rune.
The criss-crossing rune lines on the round altar were completely dyed red, emitting a bloody glow.
If you look down from the sky, you can see that these blood lines seem to be crooked, but on the whole, they are a huge incantation.
The talisman paper in the hands of the two talisman masters has been burnt out, turning into black soot and dissipating, and there is a trace of exhaustion between their eyebrows and eyes.
Standing in the east, Master Fu glanced at the bottom of the round altar and said, "Let all the children who can tie their hair come up."
When Master Fu spoke, young men and women began to walk up the round altar tremblingly.
Yi Yimu turned to look at Zhou Fan and said, "Go up, Master Fu tells you to do whatever you want."
Zhou Fan nodded and walked towards the round altar. In fact, he was a little uneasy, because the scene in front of him was very similar to the blood sacrifice mentioned in the book, and he was a little worried that he would be sacrificed.
However, Zhou Fan thought about it again, it should not be a sacrifice, otherwise the families of these children would never behave like this.
After Zhou Fan's heart settled a lot, he had already set foot on the round altar, looking at the rune line that seemed to be wandering under his feet, a strange feeling gradually came to Zhou Fan's heart.
"Afan." The thin monkey also came up. He stood beside Zhou Fan, his teeth chattering a little.
Zhou Fan patted him on the shoulder, telling the skinny monkey not to be afraid. In fact, Zhou Fan still didn't understand why the skinny monkey and the others were so worried. What was hidden in the ceremony of the bundle of hair?
There were only more than 20 people participating in the hair-binding ceremony, and they all stood in a row. Many people had uneasy expressions on their faces, and their eyes were rolling, looking at the two talismans.
The two Master Fu, who seemed to be in their 80s, came over. They just glanced at these young people, and one of them said, "Are you all there?"
Standing under the stage, Muramasa Luo Kaitian hurriedly replied with a smile: "A total of 28 people who participated this year are all here, and none of them are absent."
Both talisman masters nodded, and the shorter talisman master shouted in a rough voice: "Now listen to me, the man takes off his shirt, the woman takes off the right shoe and rolls up the trousers."
The twenty-eight peers who participated in the ceremony immediately acted, and Zhou Fan did the same, taking off his shirt, revealing a fairly sturdy upper body. As for the thin monkey beside him, he was covered in spare ribs.
Those girls also took off their right shoes, and rolled their trousers high, revealing their fair legs.
The villagers under the round altar watched with bated breath. They knew that the moment that would affect the future of these twenty-eight people would come.
After everyone on the round altar did what Master Fu said, the tall Master Fu put his hands together and formed a handprint.
At the moment when the handprint was just completed, the rune line that was emitting a faint blood light suddenly burst into a dazzling red light.
The rune line began to shrink towards the twenty-eight people, and Zhou Fan felt a burning sensation on the soles of their feet, as if they were stepping on a soldering iron.
Many people even wanted to lift their feet to avoid this scorching heat.
But the short talisman scolded: "Don't move."
The solemn voice of the short talisman came, and everyone dared not move any more. Fortunately, the scorching heat was not really unbearable, and Zhou Fan and the others were forced to endure it.
Zhou Fan could clearly feel the heat spreading to his upper body along the soles of his feet, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. What was especially special was that Zhou Fan's nose smelled more and more bloody smell.
This feeling lasted for a while, and the heat quickly dissipated from the limbs, but there was still a burning sensation in the heart.
Zhou Fan hurriedly looked down at his heart. He was horrified to find that his heart was burning with a gray ring. In the center of the ring, blood-red handwriting slowly appeared. The handwriting was blurred at first, but soon became clear. stand up.
"Nineteen." Zhou Fan looked at the blood-red number on his heart, he was stunned, and then looked at the thin monkey beside him.
The skinny monkey's face was very pale, and he stared blankly at his heart. The thin monkey's heart also had a blood-colored number, thirty-two!
Zhou Fan looked away and looked at the girls again. He found that the girls had gray rings on their right calf, and the blood-red numbers displayed in the rings were of different sizes.
After the initial consternation, some people showed a look of depression on their faces, and even some girls were crying while covering their faces, and some were smiling and smiling.
Zhou Fan found that those with sad expressions were all with small blood-colored numbers, such as twenty or thirty, thirty or forty, while those with smiling faces were those with large blood-colored numbers, some were seventy or eighty, and some even reached one hundred. The largest number among them is one hundred and ten!
Zhou Fan hadn't seen anyone smaller than his number for a while, and he felt bad in his heart, and his heart sank.
The parents of the children with braided hair under the round altar also took a few steps closer to the round altar, staring at the blood-colored numbers on their children's bodies. Their faces were equally happy and sad.
Zhou Yimu and Guifeng who were in the audience also saw clearly the blood-colored number in Zhou Fan's heart, Yi Zhoumu closed his eyes slumped, and Guifeng's eyes were red, and he almost cried.
Zhou Fan saw all this in his eyes. He frowned. He knew that the number nineteen in his heart was definitely not good. The largest one was one hundred and ten, and the smallest one seemed to be his number nineteen. Could it be his age?
But in this world, he is only fifteen years old, so what does it have to do with nineteen?
Or does it imply what will happen when he is nineteen?
"Cunzheng, don't hurry up and do the registration work." Gao Fu Shi waited for these teenagers to relax a lot, and then he slowly called out to Muzheng.
Luo Kaitian responded and walked up quickly. He took out a blue booklet and quickly recorded it with the brush in his hand, and completed the recording work in a short while.