A few candles were lit on the walls around him, which saw a long stone platform not far away. A naked man was tied to the four corners of the stone platform, and he lay on the table in a "big" shape. He twisted his body to break free, but he seemed so weak. A man in a black cloak stood beside the stone platform, bent over and looked short, with a wide hat covering his face, unable to see his appearance, or even a woman. The man in black held a knife in his hand, inserted it straight into the man's chest, and then slowly slid down along a line, blood flowing out along the incision...

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"What did you say? The princess was...gued?"

Facing the shock of everyone, the man in gray clothes calmly said: "I not only know that the princess was slaughtered, but also who slaughtered her."

They said in unison: "Who?"

"In a hidden alley in Xicheng City, there is a place called "Fumei Pavilion". The hostess there is a very profound Gu master." He said.

"Fu Mei Pavilion..." Gu Yu murmured, this familiar place name gradually reminded her of where Li You had been.

Han Lu suddenly realized: "No wonder the prince went to the West Market..."

Lixia screamed: "No! I heard that witchcraft is very evil. Someone uses it to harm people. Isn't it very dangerous for the princess?"

Everyone's faces turned pale, and Su Zhifu's hand behind him tightened his secretly.

Lan Ying looked at the man hesitantly: "How did you know these?"

He smiled calmly: "I said, here is a fortune teller."

Lan Ying kept silent and didn't believe in ghosts and gods. She always felt that this person was making a fool of himself, but she was deeply worried about Youmeng's safety.

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In the secret room, the man was wailing miserably. The color of blood strongly stimulated Youmeng's wide pupils. She felt that the pores in her body were opened and she couldn't make a sound because someone had a cloth stuffed in her mouth.

"Did you see it?" The black cloak spoke slowly and asked her in a low and old voice.

Youmeng vaguely felt that it was an old woman, with an indescribable weirdness. She didn't look up when she spoke, but still cut the man in an orderly manner, as if along a certain pattern, the sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing slid inch by inch. Youmeng watched the man's skin peel off from his flesh and blood. Wherever she went, it was scarlet and shocking...

"I can't count how many people were put on this altar, and their hearts were cut off, but they were not as good as you." The old woman in a black cloak skillfully peeled the skin, and sneered gloomyly, "Little girl, you are such a rare offering."

Seeing that the man could not die for a short time, but he had to endure this inhuman torture alive, his blood splashed everywhere and gradually climbed over the stone platform. Youmeng was forced to struggle wildly by fear, trying to shout for help, but could only make a sharp "whimper".

"Blind her eyes." The old woman said calmly, "If you can't see it, you won't be afraid."

So someone stepped forward and covered Youmeng's eyes with a black cloth strip. She instantly fell into the darkness. Although she could not see such a bloody scene, the man's heart-wrenching screams were still pouring into her ears. She was so scared that she burst into tears and tried hard to break free. The rope made her wrists hurt so hard that her forehead was veins.

The old woman was still smiling sinisterly and comforted her coldly, saying, "You must be patient in the ceremony, don't be anxious, soon... the next one will be your turn."

That sound was like an evil ghost who ate people and didn't spit bones!
Chapter completed!