Immortal, save me!

The man in black robe patted the dust on his body, took the crow and put it on his shoulder, and said casually: "Who is this person? Why do you ask these questions? My surname is Wu, you can just call me Mr. Wu. Other than that, I won’t tell you even if you want to know.”

Luo Jin was unhappy, why was this person so mean? And the more he looked at the crow, the more familiar he felt, maybe it wasn't the one outside?

But for the sake of the immortal holding his hand, he endured it for the time being.

He moved his hand, changed from passive to active, and held the hand tightly.

Mo Yin changed the question and asked: "Can you recognize that formation?"

The man in black robe touched his chin and muttered: "The formation, I want to think about it."

Formation?

Luo Jin then looked around. He looked at the place where the coffin was placed. The ground was covered with red ghost symbols.

Mo Yin noticed his gaze, his eyes flickered, and asked, "What did you see?"

Luo Jin's: "It's a ghostly talisman, I can't understand it."

Hearing this, Mo Yin fell silent, and the suddenly rising expectation fell silent.

As if she sensed something, Luo Jin tightened her hands and called, "Immortal?"

Mo Yin didn't look at him, but looked at the ghostly symbols with complicated emotions. He put the skeleton aside and looked at it silently.

He has determined that Luo Jin is the wolf, but Luo Jin is just Luo Jin, a human being. He has no memory of being a wolf. This is normal.

His heart felt a little stuffy.

Over there, the man in black robe finally remembered something. Isn't this formation an ancient formation treasured by his clan? Why are you here? Could it be that the little thief who stole something from his clan appeared here?

He walked around the formation, looked at the black wood coffin, and then at the skeleton, looking thoughtful.

"In addition to a simple protective formation, this formation also consists of two ancient formations, one called sacrifice and the other called life exchange."

Sacrifice, exchange lives.

Mo Yin looked stunned and muttered the name of the formation.

"Although these two formations are precious ancient formations, they are very evil and are classified as forbidden techniques by our clan." The man in black robe said.

Then he said angrily: "I hate that little thief for stealing it. If this spreads out, I don't know how many people will be harmed!"

Mo Yin glanced at Luo Jin and changed the subject: "What is the specific function of this formation?"

The man in black robe comforted the crow on his shoulder and said: "Just listen to the name and you will know it. Life is exchanged for life. If you want to achieve your goal, you have to pay the price with your life."

As he spoke, he sneered, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Luo Jin: It’s inexplicable.

The man in black robe looked at the formation and said in a playful tone: "The person who drew this formation used his own essence and blood to lead the formation. I don't know what the other price will be? But after all, you can't escape death. It's not death by bleeding out. Just other ways to die.”

The dark, dried blood was reflected in his eyes, and an additional image appeared in Mo Yin's mind.

A dense forest with rivers of blood and mutilated wolf corpses.

Mo Yin walked over and stood on the formation, trying hard to think of something.

Luo Jin noticed the skeleton and couldn't help but walk over and reach out to touch it.

A spot on her lower back began to feel hot, and it soon became boiling hot. Luo Jin groaned in pain, but covered her mouth with her hands to keep from making a sound.

The blood stains on the formation flashed brightly, and the dried traces gradually filled up, as if water had been poured into them, flowing slowly.

Mo Yin stood leaning against the coffin, his body unsteady, and his eyes fell into darkness.