Blood Eye Spirit Pact

The moon in Wujiao Village is always red. The mottled blood stains on the rocks at the entrance of the village glowed dark red under the moonlight, as if soaked in countless years of injustice. Every time the moon is full, the sea breeze comes with a fishy smell, making the wind chimes in front of Xuanling Temple jingle. The sound is not crisp, but more like mourning. The copper pieces of the wind chime were engraved with densely packed incantations, which collided with each other in the wind, making a sound like the whimpering of countless dead souls. The branches of the ancient trees around the temple stretch into the sky like dry ghost claws, making a "squeaking" sound when they sway, as if they are struggling to escape from some invisible restraint. Their shadows twist on the ground, like strange dancers, silently telling the tragedy of the past. Chen Mo was lying on the old wooden bed, and the crack in his palm began to ooze blood again. The blood beads slowly crawled along the lines of the word "mo", dripped on the straw mat, and actually condensed into a tiny talisman array, glowing with a faint light. The edge of the straw mat has long been soaked with blood, and the dark brown traces spread like a spider web, as if silently telling the tragedy of the past. He closed his eyes, and the nightmare came as promised—— There was a sword sedan with thirty-six sharp blades inserted upside down. The cold light flickered in the darkness, and the blood droplets condensed on the blade tips dripped to the ground, making a "tap-tap" sound. A young man danced with his bare feet on the blade, and blood spattered three feet. With each step, the blade sank an inch into the sole of his foot. However, there was no pain on the young man's face, but a strange piety on his face. The young man's face was exactly the same as his own. At the end of the sedan chair, a statue with peeling gold paint slowly opened its eyes, blood oozing from the eye sockets, and the blood pupils were like abyss. The statue spoke, and the voice was like a tsunami: "Those who offer sacrifices will eventually become vessels."