Blood Sacrifice

  Something behind me is slowly approaching, I feel it's about to stick to my back, and I'm frozen in fear.

  A gust of cool wind brushed against my ear, and that thing had already climbed onto my back, clinging tightly to me. My legs went limp, the tense nerves finally snapped, and just as I was about to hug the concrete floor, my waist was grasped, my body stumbled, and I fell onto that thing.

  What's going on? I'm so scared I want to go to the bathroom.

  "So you're that scary?" A gentle and magnetic voice sounded from beside her ear, accompanied by a cool breeze.

  That thing exerted a bit of force and turned me around, so we were facing each other.

  "Still afraid? Don't close your eyes so tightly?" The voice of that thing was playful, I poured all my strength into my eyelids, closing them tightly, and my body remained limp.

  "When I open my eyes, I look quite harmless..." He comforted me very patiently.

  Cut, who would believe it, you all scared me to want to go to the toilet. Who would believe that you look good? I don't know where I got the courage from, took a deep breath and stammered: "Don't."

  Next to his ear was a burst of laughter, which sounded like ridicule to Ah Jia. He didn't even open his eyes, thinking that the ridicule was useless, and wanted to show him what it means to be shameless.

  "Rao Yu." That thing unexpectedly cried out my name.

  A little curious, I slowly opened my eyes. After adapting for a while, a familiar face appeared about 30 centimeters away from me. With the faint light on the rooftop, it was Ou Yezi, still wearing a shirt, but I couldn't see the color.

  "How did you end up here? Why scare me?" Things were too sudden, I was a bit dizzy.

  He looked at me with a puzzled expression, releasing his hands from my shoulders, "I'd like to ask you too, what are you doing here? I didn't scare you, it's just that you're too timid."

  "I recently lived here, on the rooftop because... Bronze Mirror!"

  Turning back, the copper mirror was still in the center of the rooftop, suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint, pale blue glow.

  "Did you see it?" I asked, pointing at the copper mirror.

  He looked in the direction of my pointing finger for a few moments, with a puzzled expression, "What?"

  He can't see either? "Oh, nothing, just look at the neon lights, haha..."

  His expression increasingly showed "inexplicable".

  "This is it, I'm from the mountains, haven't seen neon lights before, so I'm a bit excited, hahaha..."

  "Alright." His expression was one of resignation, "I also live here, 702."

  "Hey neighbor, I live in 602. What are you doing on the rooftop so late?" I glanced at my watch, it was almost 3 am.

  He gave me a mysterious look and said in a low voice, "Let's play a game, a spiritual game." Then he looked at his watch, "Time is almost up, let's play together." He smiled harmlessly.

  "Whatever, even if I don't play games, I already have a headache." My whole family is haunted by supernatural things, isn't communicating with spirits just asking to be buried in a coffin?

  He didn't seem to notice me, grabbed my arm and walked straight to the center of the rooftop, with a hint of a smile saying: "It's just a pastime game, I've tried it before, no aftereffects. Let's play, okay?"

  I was dragged forward straightforwardly, "There's no right to refuse at all." I muttered.

  It was originally too dark to notice, but as I walked closer, I found that the rooftop had a pattern similar to the Bagua diagram painted in the center, and the copper mirror was suspended about two meters above the center of this formation.

  He really couldn't see the copper mirror, and even when he walked over to the side, he still didn't see it.

  "What's the play?" Suddenly came interest.

  Qiu Yi Zhao turned around, his mouth slightly curved upwards, and said, "Very simple."

  "Ah." I let out a low hum, my ring finger stinging in pain, pierced by his slender needle.

  A single drop of blood seemed to defy the earth's gravity and splashed straight onto the copper mirror. As soon as the blood droplet touched the copper mirror, it was instantly absorbed, and the original blue light began to turn red. After a while, the glow of the copper mirror turned into a bright yellow color, giving off an upgraded feel.

  "This......?" Ah Jia was very puzzled, intuitively feeling that Ou Ye Zhao was not simple, and quietly took a step back.

  A pair of strong arms stretched out and pulled me into his embrace. His body leaned slightly, holding me tightly wrapped. "This is a gift I'm giving you, you'll like it." His voice always carried a hint of laughter, sounding so good to hear.

  The pressure on his body was suddenly gone, he let go, quickly retreated backwards, jumped up and flipped over from the rooftop. His shirt was a dark pink color, and before he left my line of sight, he was smiling, I saw it.

  When I chased after him in the past, he had already disappeared into thin air, as if he had never appeared before.

  His body, his breath, so cold. Watching him jump from the 9th floor and disappear, after a while, I only remembered his smile and that icy hug.

  The copper mirror still floated, emitting a bright yellow light that was even more upright, like the color of an ancient emperor's dragon robe.

  I feel tired and want to sleep, I don't have any energy left.

  "Stop messing around, let's go back." Exhausted, I beckoned to the bronze mirror, and it obediently returned to my hand, losing its luster.

  Fu Yao was still sound asleep in the living room, everything was just like when I had just left.

  Put the copper mirror back under the pillow, and at the moment I lay down, I felt that everything just now was a dream. Only the red dot on my ring finger hurt vaguely, reminding me that everything had happened.

  A Gothic-style mansion in Xintai City's Overseas Chinese Village, a woman wearing a dark red evening gown and high heels of nearly 15 cm walked in with a seductive gait.

  The steward and servants stood by with great respect, addressing her as "Miss Qianyao".

  The woman didn't think much and went straight down to the basement.

  The warm white light in the basement is very gentle, and it's completely different from the building above. In the nearly 100-square-meter basement, there is only a black cauldron in the center, with a strange array pattern drawn on it, which looks a bit out of place.

  The woman looked at the man lying in the coffin, he seemed to be asleep, only his face was slightly pale.

  The woman held the man's hand and sat quietly beside him, with a look of adoration, regret, and some resentment in her eyes.

  "Have you arrived?"

  The woman realized Ou Yezi was behind her and gently put down the man's hand.

  "She's gone." The woman looked up at Ou Yizhao for a moment, didn't say much, and slowly walked away.

  "Hmm." Ou Yizhao responded with a single word.

  The girl walked a short distance, hesitated for a moment, and turned around to ask, "Did you help her with the blood sacrifice?"

  "Hmm." Ou Yizhao seemed unwilling to say more, didn't turn around, and just responded lightly.

  The woman let out a faint sigh, furrowed her brow, and left.

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