End of the ceremony

At this moment, on the altar, the Guard's body was still twitching. He was still alive, but his mouth was full of blood and dirt, so he couldn't make a sound.

His face was bleeding profusely, and all his facial features had been removed.

Yu kept his dagger and slowly stepped back. He then knelt down and kowtowed to the statue of curse.

The bead curtain was rolled up, and the statue in the shrine was silent. The yin Qi in the entire ancestral hall was getting thicker and colder.

The walls looked like they were painted by Immortals, covered with a layer of dark color.

A layer of black blood gradually seeped out of the altar, which was criss-crossed with all kinds of cuts and chisels.

The originally solid stone surface instantly became like a swamp.

The guards began to sink into the altar.

He struggled with all his might, his face contorted in anger as he cursed the Xiao family in his heart.