Chapter 2327 (1/2)

Maybe it was the shock of what she said, and no one spoke again. In front of him, an immortal monk pursed his lips, took a look at Feng Jiu and sacrificed a spirit.

Feng nine looked at him and put away his spirit. Then, he said, ”stretch out your right hand.”

The magician was stunned, but hesitated for a moment, and then he reached out his right hand. Then, he saw that she took a pen and dipped some red things like cinnabar, and drew a flame pattern on the back of his hand, in which a word was written.

”Ancient, follow this pattern and write the numbers.” Feng nine to the side of the old said.

The old man took a look and nodded: ”good.”

So, Feng nine asked people to move a chair to the old man to sit down, handed him the pen, and she watched, while putting away the spirits of those people.

On this day, it was a busy day to collect the spirits of all the people until the evening, while the old man and Cang Qing took turns to draw the pattern and write the number. After the pattern and number of the last person's right hand were written, they stopped.

”Master, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine in all.” The old man reported the number of people.

Feng nine nodded, looked up, looked at those who were standing in the magic monks. At this moment, she also said to them: ”since they all sacrificed a wisp of spirits to me, it is equivalent to that your lives are in my hands. Now, I will tell you a news!”

Listening to this, people's heart inexplicable mention, many people's face also slightly changed, thinking: this should not be a regret? Is she trying to cut off their spirits and kill them?

Even the people in Fengcheng were stunned for a moment. They were curious that the master had been closed for so long. What news would you like to tell everyone?