We came to an open door, and a red candle fell next to it.

Little Red Riding Hood said that the person who kidnapped her fell. I picked up the candle and looked at it. The candle had a smell of smell, and it seemed to be mixed with corpse oil and bone powder. It turned out that Chu Ziqian also knew the weakness of this formation!

But knowing weakness does not mean that it is safe. The weapon refining array controls the entire apartment and takes advantage of the right time and place. It can easily kill people who break in with everything in the apartment.

Little Red Riding Hood stopped in front of the door and asked me to look into the room. It was pitch black, like an unfathomable hole. I raised the burning scroll of paper, but the light seemed to be unable to penetrate the deep darkness, and I could not see clearly what was inside...

At this time, the lights in the corridor began to flash wildly, and the Fantasy Bell rang.

In the flashing lights, two yin energy spread from both ends of the corridor. It slowly flowed like liquid, mixed with shrill ghost cry. Then I saw some white skeletons crawling out of the yin energy.

The shapes of those skeletons are very strange, not all of them are bones. Their bodies are embedded with electric fans, TVs, tables and chairs. The bizarreness is completely beyond my imagination.

Little Red Riding Hood pushed me hard into the door and shouted, "Uncle, go in quickly, otherwise they will stop you."

"What about you?" I asked.

"It's okay, they can't see me."

Little Red Riding Hood's face is very white and his hands are very cold. I suddenly had a bad idea. Will she be dominated by the yin energy and want to lure me to death!

When she didn't think about it, she pushed her hands behind me and I entered the room.

It's strange that I fell into a thick darkness that couldn't be melted, and there was no door behind me. I reached out to take the lighter into my arms. While I was fumbled, a fire suddenly appeared in front of me.

The flame was burning very vigorously, and it felt like it was sprayed out from somewhere. If you look directly at it, you would feel a sting like a needle prick.

But it was bound in a huge circular vessel, as if it was... a stove!

There was a sound of ding dong dong from somewhere. The darkness slowly faded away. I found that there was an ancient workshop around me. Many shirtless and mighty men were working hard to make irons in front of the stove. A layer of sweat hung on their bodies, shining under the reflection of the fire.

Is this... this time traveling?

I reached out to touch the row of swords hanging on the rack. When my palms passed by, the swords dissipated like fog. When the palms left, they returned to their original state in a blink of an eye. This should be some powerful illusion that can completely save an experience and continue to play like a videotape, but this kind of spell has long been lost in the contemporary era.

"The auspicious time has come!"

Someone shouted, and the blacksmiths stopped their work one after another, stood up respectfully, looking in one direction,

At first I thought I was looking at me, but when I looked back, I found an old man with white hair and hair and bearded and walked over with a dragon-headed crutch in his hands.

At the end of the team was a woman with her hands tied up. Her hair was disheveled, moving her feet with the crowd like a walking corpse, as if she had already given up her unnecessary resistance.

The blacksmiths retreated to both sides, and soon someone set up offerings in front of the stove. The offerings were very rich, including fruits, fruits, wine, and a whole roasted suckling pig. I was a little greedy when I saw them.

The old man squatted down at the altar, put his hands together and said, "The God of Fire is here, and now the old Ou Yezi specially presented delicious wine. May the Lord of Fire show his power and melt the stubborn iron to help the old make a magical sword!"

I was stunned. This white-haired old man is Ou Yezi, the founder of sword making!

After reading the congratulations, everyone's eyes looked at the stove, and the fire did not change at all. Only then did I notice that there was a hard-bound thing in the stove, which was burning red and bright. The temperature of the stove was measured to be more than thousands of degrees, and even the stone could be burned. The thing that could not be melted was probably the legendary Tieying.

Ou Yezi suddenly sighed and continued to say loudly: "Please forgive the sin of old negligence. I have something to offer, that is the life of the little girl Mo Ye. I hope Master Vulcan accepts it with a smile..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fire suddenly became hot, and a tongue of flames actually poured out of the oven. The hot wind blew Ou Yezi's long beard, and everyone around him covered his eyes with his hands for fear of being blinded.

Only Ou Yezi stared at the fire with bright eyes, and his two dark eyes shone like red charcoal.

Although it took thousands of years, I could still feel the fanatical atmosphere at the scene when the Vulcan descended!

When he heard this, Mo Xie, who was tied up with his hands, struggled desperately, and his eyes turned to one of the blacksmiths from time to time. There was a man with dark skin biting his lips tightly and silently burying his head. Mo Xie seemed to have died, his lips trembled, and two lines of clear tears slowly slid from his cheeks.

She was lifted up by a group of servants and walked towards the stove, and the fire danced even more frantically, as if she could not wait to accept this precious offering of a living person.

Just then, the man rushed out and shouted: "Slow down!"

Ou Yezi glared at him angrily and shouted: "Gan Jiang, you are too ungrateful. You will be punished by heaven if you destroy the sacrificial ceremony!"

It turns out that this guy is a general!

Gan Jiang knelt in front of Ou Yezi with a plop, and said in tears: "Master, please show mercy to your subordinates. Mo Ye is your biological daughter and your last relative in this world. Do you have the heart to use her to sacrifice to the God of Fire?"

Ou Yezi was silent for a few seconds and sighed: "This is the fate of our weapon refiners. I cast seven magic swords in my life and also ruined the lives of seven children with my own hands. This is the test of Lord Fire God. If a weapon refiner cannot even give up his love, how can he be worthy of the eternal and forge the world's number one magic sword? Gan Jiang, don't say anything more, retreat quickly!"

The Gan Jiang still knelt down and Ou Yezi started to rush: "You are not going to retreat quickly, delaying the auspicious time and angering Lord Vulcan. Can you bear this responsibility?"

Gan Jiang suddenly raised his head and said, "Master, I have been privately entrustment with Mo Xie for the rest of my life!"

"So what, no one can change my decision." Ou Yezi roared.

"What if Mo Xie has your grandson in his belly?" Gan Jiang said.

"What did you say!"

Ou Yezi shouted angrily, his eyes wider than a copper bell, his beard stood up, and the scene suddenly became terrible. No one dared to breathe, only the fire in the furnace was still rolling wildly, but the color turned bright red.

"Gan Jiang, say it again." Ou Yezi stood up suddenly.

Gan Jiang looked up and said, "Please show mercy to your master. Mo Ye is already pregnant and she is no longer a virgin. Such a sacrifice will only anger Lord Fire God!"
Chapter completed!