The four tall men put down the shoulder pole, quickly dismantled the ropes on the large clay tank, tore off the talisman paper from the large clay tank, and carefully kept it. Then they bowed slightly to the two masters of Fu and quickly retreated from the round altar.

Both talisman masters took out a folded yellow paper talisman from their pockets. They slowly opened the talisman paper. Ordinary talisman paper was only three fingers wide, but the talisman paper in their hands was six fingers wide and one foot long after it was opened.

They looked at each other, and they all squatted down, slapped the talisman paper in their hands on the stone slab.

The paper talisman began to emit a faint yellow light, and light yellow lines as thick as little fingers spread out from the talisman paper, crawling along the greystone ground.

Zhou Fan's pupils contracted. He looked at the talisman lines that could not be explained by the modern social knowledge system, and found it extremely absurd.

The light yellow talisman lines of the two talisman papers continued to extend in a fan shape, quickly covering the entire round altar. Finally, they gathered in the center of the round altar and climbed onto a large clay tank, which was covered with dense talisman lines.

Kick!

The tile surface of the large clay tank appeared one after another.

With a bang, the clay tank broke open, and a deep red liquid flowed out, and a pungent fishy smell filled the round the altar.

Zhou Fan smelled the strong fishy smell, and he quickly realized that it was definitely a smell of blood!

What's strange is that the blood did not spread out indiscriminately after it landed, but was quickly absorbed by the spreading talisman lines.

The crisscrossing talisman lines on the round altar were completely dyed red, emitting a captivating blood.

If you look down from the sky, you can find that these blood lines seem crooked, but overall, they are a huge spell.

The talisman paper in the hands of the two talisman masters had burned out, turned into black smoke and dissipated, and a trace of fatigue appeared between their eyebrows and eyes.

Master Fu, who was standing in the east, glanced at the bottom of the round altar and said, "Let all the children who can tie their hair come up."

When Master Fu spoke, a young man began to walk to the round altar with trembling and shocked.

Zhou Yimu turned around and looked at Zhou Fan and said, "Go up, Master Fu will do whatever you ask you to do."

Zhou Fan nodded and walked towards the round altar. In fact, he felt a little uneasy because the scene in front of him was very similar to the blood sacrifice mentioned in the book, and he was a little worried that he would be given a sacrifice.

However, Zhou Fan thought again, it shouldn't be a sacrifice, otherwise the families of these children would never be like this.

After Zhou Fan felt much more at peace, he had already stepped onto the round altar. Looking at the talisman lines that seemed to be wandering under his feet, a strange feeling gradually came to Zhou Fan's heart.

"Afan." The thin monkey also walked up. He stood beside Zhou Fan, and his teeth trembled as he spoke.

Zhou Fan patted his shoulder and told Shouhou not to be afraid. In fact, Zhou Fan still didn't understand why Shouhou and the others were so worried. What was hidden in this hair tie ceremony?

There were only more than twenty people participating in the hair binding ceremony. They all stood in a row. Many people showed uneasy expressions on their faces, their eyes rolled and they looked at the two talisman masters.

The two fu Masters, who looked over 80, came over. They just glanced at the young people, and one of them said, "Are you all?"

Standing in the audience, Muramara Lietian quickly responded with a smile: "There are 28 people participating this year, all of whom are here, and there are no absent."

Both Fu Masters nodded, and the shorter Fu Master shouted in a thick voice: "Let me listen now. The man took off his top, the woman took off his right foot shoes, and rolled up his trousers."

The twenty-eight peers who attended the ceremony took action immediately, and Zhou Fan did as he did, taking off his top to reveal his pretty solid upper body. As for the thin monkey beside him, he was covered in ribs.

The girls also took off their right foot shoes, rolled their trousers high, revealing their white little legs.

The villagers under the round altar all watched with breath, and they knew that the moment that would affect these twenty-eight people would come.

After everyone on the round altar did what Master Fu said, the tall Master Fu put his hands together and formed a handprint.

At the moment when the handprint was completed, the talisman line that was already emitting a faint blood light suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light.

The talisman thread began to shrink towards the twenty-eight people, and a burning sensation came from Zhou Fan and his team's feet, as if they were stepping on a soldering iron.

Many people even want to raise their feet to avoid this hot and hot heat.

But the short talisman master scolded, "Don't move around."

The short talisman master's serious voice came, and no one dared to move anymore. Fortunately, this burning heat was not really unbearable, and Zhou Fan and the others were forced to endure it.

Zhou Fan could clearly feel the heat spreading along the soles of his feet towards his upper body, and his whole body seemed to be burning. What's especially special is that Zhou Fan's nose smelled a stronger and more bloody smell.

This feeling lasted for a while, and the heat quickly disappeared from the limbs, but there was a burning feeling in the heart.

Zhou Fan quickly looked down at his heart. He was shocked to find that a gray ring burned out in his heart, and slowly emerged in the center of the ring. The blood-red handwriting was blurred at first, but it soon became clear.

"Nineteen." Zhou Fan looked at the blood-red numbers in his heart. He was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thin monkey beside him.

The skinny monkey's face was very pale. He stared blankly at his heart. The skinny monkey's heart also had a blood-colored number, which was thirty-two!

Zhou Fan looked away and looked at the girls again. He found that there was a gray circle on the right calves of the girls, and the blood-red numbers displayed in the circle vary in size.

After the initial shock, some people showed depressed expressions on their faces, some girls even covered their faces and cried, while others showed joy and laughed.

Zhou Fan found that those who showed sad expressions were all blood-colored numbers, such as twenty or thirty or forty, and those who showed smiles were blood-colored numbers, some were seventy or eighty, and some even reached hundreds, and the largest number was one hundred!

Zhou Fan has not seen anyone who is smaller than him yet. He feels something is wrong in his heart, and his heart sinks.

The parents of the children with hair tied under the round altar also walked a few steps closer to the round altar, staring at the blood-colored numbers on their children's bodies, and their faces were also joyful and sad.

Zhou Yimu and Guifeng in the audience also saw clearly the bloody figures in Zhou Fan's heart. Zhou Yimu closed his eyes dejectedly, while Guifeng's eyes were red and he almost cried.

Zhou Fan saw all this in his eyes, and he frowned. He knew that the number nineteen in his heart must be very bad. The largest one is 110, and the smallest one seems to be his number nineteen. Is it age?

But he is only fifteen years old in this life, so what does it have to do with nineteen?

Or does it mean that what will happen to him at the age of nineteen?

"Mengzheng, why don't you come up and do the registration work quickly." Gao Gefu Master and other teenagers were in a much better mood, and then he slowly called Mengzheng.
Chapter completed!