After doing all of this, the mummy returned to its original position, assuming the same ritualistic posture as before, as if it had never moved.
Everyone looked towards the altar.
The head of the artistic young man hung there, with fresh blood still dripping from the neck.
Thump!
Several girls, frightened out of their wits, went weak in the legs and sat down on the ground.
Everyone was in despair; it seemed that escape was impossible, or one would be killed.
"What do we do now? Can we only wait for 'it' to perform divination?"
Shivering, Du Xin finally realized how terrifying God's ruins were.
Zhou Ya regretted it to death. To ingratiate herself with Tang Zhiqian's circle, she had Du Xin bring her to meet these people; she spent over a thousand yuan to buy Du Xin a set of Estée Lauder makeup.
But now, she was trapped in God's ruins.
It was truly a loss so great that she felt like vomiting blood.
"Little Linzi, what do you think?"
Xia Hongyao asked Lin Baici.
