Maybe her words had shocked them, hence no one uttered another word. An Immortal Venerable devilry cultivator in front pursed his lips and glanced at Feng Jiu as he offered a piece of his soul.
Feng Jiu glanced at him and put his soul away, then she said to him: "Extend your right hand."
The devilry cultivator was startled, and he hesitated for a moment, then he stretched out his right hand. Next, he saw that she held a writing brush that was dipped in something red, like cinnabar, and drew a flame pattern on the back of his hand, a word was written in this pattern.
"Elder Gu, draw this pattern and write the number just like this." Feng Jiu said to Elder Gu beside her.
Elder Gu stepped forward and took a look, then he nodded: "Yes."
Feng Jiu ordered a chair to be brought over for Elder Gu to sit down and handed him the writing brush. She watched from the side while she put away the souls that were sacrificed to her by those people one by one.
