Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1631: Chapter 850: Stolen Voices (Extra Chapter for Boss Catnip of the Night)

The sheep’s head opened its mouth, majestic and terrifying, tightly sealing the two doors.

This was the gate separating the central hall from the inner hall.

It was also a gate that isolated the altar.

Mo Hua looked at the grim and horrifying, yet familiar and amiable sheep’s head, faintly sensing the tempting and drooling aura behind it, his heart pounding.

He didn’t pretend anymore and directly asked Mr. Witch:

”How do we open the door?”

Mr. Witch replied, ”This door, it’s not easy to open...”

”Stop talking nonsense.” Mo Hua’s face was stern.

”Okay, okay...”

Mr. Witch repeatedly said, muttering inwardly: This little devil, why was he so cautious just now, but now he seems a bit impatient?

Throughout this journey, this little devil was just too shrewd.

He could pick faults in the smallest matters.

Those eyes were clear as water, sometimes deep as an abyss, making one feel uneasy being watched.

Mr. Witch didn’t dare lie and thus explained:

”Opening this door takes time... Originally, it had to be prepared a day in advance before the sacrifice, first by placing offerings, burning incense to inform the Divine Lord, praying for His command, and only with His approval could the door be opened...”

Mo Hua frowned, ”Explain it more clearly.”

”Yes, yes,” Mr. Witch said, ”In simple terms, it means placing offerings, sacrificing a person, and after a day, if the Divine Lord approves, this door will naturally open.”

”Why does it take a whole day?” Mo Hua asked.

Mr. Witch smiled bitterly, ”This... this is the Divine Lord’s rule, it takes a day to open this door, as for why... I am just the Divine Lord’s servant, how could I know...”

Mo Hua’s brow slightly furrowed, but he said nothing, instead saying:

”Then open the door now.”

Mr. Witch hesitated, ”Opening this door requires a person as a sacrifice...”

”What kind of sacrifice?”

”It means a live person, as a ’victim’, only then can the door be opened...”

Mo Hua’s expression was cold, ”Stop telling me these irrelevant things, I just want the door opened, you figure out the rest yourself.”

”Whatever sacrifice, dog sacrifice, get it yourself. Can’t manage, slaughter yourself and offer yourself as the ’human sacrifice’.”

Mr. Witch had a bitter smile on his face but was seething with anger inside.

This little devil, truly detestable!

Someday he will be punished by the Divine Lord, dying without a burial place!

Mo Hua didn’t spare this Mr. Witch either.

He’s dealt with such scheming, human-like, ghost-like ”religious con men” a lot, understanding their true nature.

If you don’t pressure them a bit, you have no idea what tricks they have up their sleeves.

”Quickly open the door, don’t play tricks, or else I’ll gut you!” Mo Hua threatened.

Master Xiao on the other side was also holding onto his longsword, watching intently.

Mr. Witch sighed, not daring to delay any further deliberately, and walked to one side of the large door to a statue, turning a mechanism, extracting three boxes from the statue’s abdomen.

Patterns carved on the boxes, Mo Hua instantly noticed, were ice-type formations, likely used for preservation.

Mr. Witch opened the boxes, each containing a pulsating heart.

These three hearts, whether human or monster, uncertain how long they had been kept, yet still fresh in color, slightly quivering upon taking them out.

Mr. Witch placed these three hearts in the mouth of the sheep horn relief.

In a flash, the sheep’s mouth sprouted several fangs, biting into the three hearts.

Blood seeped out, along the fangs, absorbed into the mouth of the sheep horn relief, then permeating the surroundings, following the blood grooves above, activating the strange patterns one by one.

However, this process was very slow.

”Once the blood grooves are filled, the door will open,” Mr. Witch said.

Mo Hua saw that the door was indeed slowly opening and he nodded, no longer making things difficult for Mr. Witch.

Since the door’s opening takes a day.

Before that, everyone could only wait silently, some still injured, needing a place to meditate and rest.

But the problem is, Mo Hua and his group were not really companions, on the surface in harmony, but there still remained distrust and suspicion among them.

So, during the rest period, everyone tactfully separated, each finding a place near the ruins in front of the sheep horn door to meditate and rest, while staying vigilant and guarding against each other.

Mr. Witch was alone.