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"Alright, let’s begin the ceremony!"
The old woman's sharp voice cut through the air like a rusty knife.
In her murky eyes, a disturbing light flickered, as if it could swallow me whole.
She leaned heavily on her cane, making her way step by step to the main seat in the hall. Each heavy footfall echoed, growing faster and more urgent with every step.
Yang Mengfan remained expressionless, like a statue, but the tightness of his lips and the slight tremor of his fingers betrayed his inner tension.
He hurried to the cold stone platform, picked up a brush, dipped it in vermilion, and gently traced a few strokes on my forehead.
Then he used a small dagger to cut my finger, collecting a drop of blood in a tiny vial.
With his back to the old woman, he discreetly slipped a small doll into my hand, concealed by the wide sleeves of his robe.
The doll felt icy to the touch, as if it had just been pulled from an ice cellar.
I looked up in panic to meet his gaze, but he subtly shook his head, signaling me not to react too strongly.
I quickly averted my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.
My hand clenched tightly around the doll, sweat seeping from my palm and soaking it.
Stealing a glance at the doll, I saw it was only the size of my thumb, made of straw and adorned with strange symbols.
Yang Mengfan turned and walked to the center of the hall where the Bronze Cauldron stood.
The Bronze Cauldron had three legs and two ears, its surface carved with grotesque beast faces that hinted at its ancient origins.
He picked up a wooden box from the table.
After opening it, he carefully sprinkled my blood and some powder from the box into the cauldron. Immediately, a pungent smell wafted from the cauldron, making me feel dizzy.
Then, he began to chant softly. As he recited, the Bronze Cauldron started to tremble slightly, and the powder inside began to swirl, releasing an even stronger acrid odor that nearly took my breath away.
"Done!"
The old woman exclaimed excitedly like a child, her voice echoing through the cave.
She strode confidently to the Bronze Cauldron, picked up a long-handled ladle, and gently stirred the contents. She then scooped up a full ladle of a strange-smelling liquid.
The liquid was not clear but rather a thick, milky white.
Eagerly, she brought the ladle to her lips, taking a deep breath as if to inhale the peculiar scent fully.
Then, she suddenly poured the entire ladle of liquid into her mouth.
"Ah... so comfortable..."
She closed her eyes, her face displaying an expression of ecstasy.
Moments later, she opened her eyes again, and they sparkled with vitality as if she had regained ten years of youth.
Turning around, her kind gaze fell upon Yang Mengfan, her face beaming with smiles as the wrinkles smoothed out.
"My good grandson, you truly are my dear grandson."
The old lady's voice was gentle and loving, filled with pride and joy.
What? Yang Mengfan was actually her grandson?
This sudden revelation struck me like a thunderbolt, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.
I stared in disbelief, my eyes darting between Yang Mengfan and the old lady.
My heart raced as if it wanted to leap out of my chest.
I felt as though I had fallen into a massive trap, with everything around me becoming strange and dangerous.
What were their true identities? This mysterious cave, the eerie Bronze Cauldron, and the strange liquid—what was all of this about?
Had Yang Mengfan planned this from the very beginning? Was his purpose in bringing me to the snowy mountains to lead me here for this so-called ritual?
The old lady trembled as she reached out with her gnarled hand, scooping a full spoonful of the unknown liquid from the Bronze Cauldron.
The liquid shimmered with an eerie glow under the dim firelight, resembling some kind of wicked potion that emitted a nauseatingly sweet and fishy odor, assaulting my nostrils and nearly making me gag.
My stomach churned violently, threatening to expel the remnants of my last meal.
The smell was a sickly sweet blend tinged with a decaying metallic scent, reminiscent of… blood mixed with the stench of corpses! A shiver ran down my spine as fear surged over me like a tidal wave.
She staggered closer, her murky gaze glinting with greedy light, like a hungry beast fixating on its prey, sending chills down my spine.
I struggled desperately to break free from my restraints, but it was all in vain.
My wrists and ankles were already raw, oozing crimson droplets of blood that looked shocking in the dim firelight.
"Open her mouth!"
The old woman commanded Wang Yao.
Her voice was hoarse and deep, carrying an undeniable tone of authority.
I stared wide-eyed in terror, shaking my head desperately.
"Don't do this, Wang Yao, please."
My voice trembled, tinged with a hint of sobbing, as fear and despair threatened to engulf me.
Wang Yao ignored my pleas entirely, viciously pinching my mouth shut and forcing my jaw open.
The old woman smiled coldly, her laughter sharp and grating like the cry of a night owl, sending chills down my spine.
Her wrinkled face appeared even more grotesque in the flickering light.
"Don't worry, child. This medicine won't take your life; it will only take something from you," she said, before pouring a large spoonful of the strange liquid into my mouth.
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