"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Everyone hurriedly congratulated each other, and their eyes were full of envy.

"Quiet!"

Xiang Yunlong raised his hand and waved it, as if he had pressed the stop switch, and the scene immediately became quiet.

"The memorial ceremony begins!"

The old housekeeper of the Xiang family shouted with a solemn expression. Everyone immediately restrained their smiles and stood up and bowed.

Even Xiang Yunlong was no exception. He stood first, looking like a serious statue, with only his sinister eyes still flashing with fierce light.

With the sound of the crackling sound of the cradle, there was a rumbling sound, and one wall of the conference hall moved away to both sides.

A black spear that was more than one person tall was exposed, and a set of black chain mail was also exposed.

This gun and armor appeared, as if it could absorb all the light.

The entire hall was dark, and at the same time, a vague smell of blood seemed to spread in the air.

Plop! Plop!

Not only Xiang Yunlong, everyone's heartbeat in the hall was faster.

Facing the weapons and armor of the Xiang family ancestors, everyone was trembling and excited.

The windows in the conference hall were blocked by thick blackout curtains, so the light could not be penetrated.

The gun and armor were like two huge black holes, immersing the hall in the deep darkness.

At this time, two burly men in black dragged out a young woman from behind, tied her up and knelt on the altar.

Her body was inserted into the rack by a sharp steel knife, and the blood had not completely dried up, dripping down one after another.

A circle of torches lit up around the altar, and the orange flames reflected the woman and the black gun and armor.

In an instant, a terrifying and strange atmosphere rose into the conference hall.

Dozens of senior executives of Xiang’s family couldn’t help but become more rapid even when they breathed.

Xiang Yunlong grabbed the black spear and pulled it out gently.

The spear was made of Wujin, more than two meters long, with many patterns of ghost heads and witches carved on it.

Each one is lifelike, emitting a strange magic power.

Xiang Yunlong held the spear tightly, drew strange runes in the air, muttering to himself: "Oncestor from the Demon Realm, we follow your teachings to recruit the people, your will is our will..."

In the conference hall without a trace of wind, the torches swayed.

The orange flames swayed wildly and violently, as if standing in the strong wind, creating a gloomy and ethereal atmosphere out of thin air.

Except for Xiang Yunlong, he was still standing, waving his spear and sending out sacrifices, everyone else knelt on the ground and prostrated himself.

Although they cannot see their faces, they can clearly feel their piety and fear in their hearts.

It is a kind of whole-hearted and completely selfless devotion, without a single element of acting.

"The Xiang family's blood will of course walk onto the road to supreme authority!"

"Every descendant of the Xiang family can pick the flower of power!"

"The Xiang family's bloodline will of course embark on the road to infinite wealth!"

"Every descendant of the Xiang family can enjoy wealth and glory!"

"The Xiang family's bloodline will of course embark on the road to eternal life!"

"Every descendant of the Xiang family can..."

The expression on Xiang Yunlong's face became more and more excited, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.
Chapter completed!