Xuanfeng's idea was confirmed, and it was in the ancient zali of the bell striker.
The account, though fragmented, does mention this black sigil in the shape of the sun, the Mark of Necromancy.
That's what it says.
However, it is only mentioned, and there is no record of whether this mark is good or bad, why it came about, and how it should be removed.
He even searched through all the ancient records of the bell-slammer, but he didn't find a word.
The bell striker said that when he was young, he traveled all over the world and heard people talk about the mark of the dead.
"Legend has it that it is a sorcery that allows the necromancy to manipulate the living.
However, no one knows how this technique is performed.
Boy, what are you looking for this?
Don't go down the wrong path!
The bell striker watched helplessly as he flipped through his books.
Xuanfeng didn't answer, just buried herself in the pile of books.
After another hour, he galloped to the tower.
As far as the eye can see, it is the dense black gas wrapped around it, and many pairs of strange eyes seem to be blinking in the thick black gas under a closer look.
"Black gas......
The bone altar that was moved away......
Xuanfeng was in a daze, when he suddenly saw a group of people pull open the door and walk out from inside.
He subconsciously flashed into the corner of the wall, and only pricked up his ears to listen to them.
Coincidentally, they were talking about the sigil, but the term was "the mark of the demon."
Without hesitation, Xuanfeng just followed.
That night, the wind and rain were blowing, and the lightning and thunder were roaring.
He stood in the corner of another floating island and listened to the conversation of the elders, and his whole body was suddenly like a lightning strike!
It turned out that Futaba's disappearance was not really missing, but they found that he had a black mark on his hand, so he was "disposed of".
Standing in the cold rain for a while, he flew back to the tower and trotted all the way over, the buzz in his head mingling with the thunder in the sky.
Entering the tower, my father stood as always in the full spiritual position, but only half of the room in the bone altar was incense.
He just wanted to ask the truth, and he just wanted to tell his father that the mark on Futaba's hand was not a demon mark, but a necromantic mark.
It may even be related to the black gas that entangles the tower, but the word "demon" makes him feel distressed.
"To prevent trouble, naturally we will dispose of her."
Xuan Shuo said lightly, as if this disposal was as simple as brushing off a speck of dust.
Xuanfeng was so choked by this powerful patriarch father that he couldn't speak, he held back the emotions surging in his heart, and tried his best to make his tone clear: "Then, is she still alive?"
” Whether the person is still alive, he wonders.
"Look at your useless look!
If your brother doesn't come, how will you inherit the Xuan family in the future?
Xuan Shuo hated that iron could not be made of steel, so he picked up an offering fruit that rolled to his feet and crushed it fiercely.
Xuanfeng looked at the juice flowing from his fingers, and walked on his knees: "Is she still alive?!"
” "Smack!"
A slap was thrown on Xuanfeng's face, and half of his face immediately swollen.
His father, who was so angry that his face changed, glared at him angrily: "Just for a disciple outside the sect, you are talking to your father so rebelliously?"
” Xuanfeng suddenly laughed, it was his usual unruly smile, and it also carried a deep mockery: "My son is still for a person's life, and you are just a mark but you are careless about people's lives!"
” "You!"
Xuan Shuo raised his hand angrily, but he couldn't fall.
The youngest son's eyes reminded him of his wife who had been dead for many years, and the kind of lonely ridicule was not much different from the appearance when he quarreled with him.
Xuanfeng tilted his head, not afraid of him slapping himself again.
Xuan Shuo was silent for a moment, and the slap didn't fall after all, but he grabbed him by the collar and lifted it up, heading to the secret room under the tower.
This secret room was only known to a few members of the Xuan family's family, and before this day, Xuanfeng didn't know either.
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He watched in amazement as his father turned the trap, opened the chamber, and threw him inside.
"See for yourself!"
When Xuanfeng fell to the ground, he heard his father shouting angrily behind him.
This secret room is actually a dungeon?
Pillars and stone bricks, straw everywhere, and the air that burrows into the nose is turbid.
He slowly looked up and saw a heartbreaking sight.
A ragged girl stood behind the row of iron pillars in front of her, she had the appearance he had been thinking about day and night, but her skin was blue, like a green ghost.
The bright, lively eyes are like two pools of dead water at the moment.
Although the iron pillars arranged five inches from the thickness of his thumb and five inches apart, Xuanfeng still took a few steps back.
Futaba ......
Futaba!
Xuanfeng steadied his mind and rushed over, grabbed the iron pillar and shouted.
But the girl inside didn't even make a ripple in her eyes, and she was there like a pestle like a stone.
"She can't hear you."
Xuan Shu walked in, "The evil demon mark is only afraid that it will take her mind, and it won't be long before she really can't keep people."
Your uncle and third uncle, as well as a few other elders who know about this, are thinking about the method of removing the seal.
If there is nothing to be done, there is only ......"
Xuanfeng looked at Hu Shuangye in a daze, stuck in his chest in one breath, and almost vomited blood.
"It's not a demon mark, it's a necromantic mark."
After being silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke, "It's the evil spell of the necromancer manipulating the living, and you need to find a way to remove the mark of the necromancy." ” Xuan Shuo stood at the door with his hands in his hands, and the slaughter between his eyebrows and eyes was not reduced by half: "What do you know?"
The imprint in her palm was a black sun.
It should correspond to the ancient demon candlelight family. ” "Candlelight?
Father, you mean the one in the Phoenix Abyss?
Xuanfeng turned his head and leaned his back against the iron pillar, his mind in a mess, "Can ......
The black sun is clearly the mark of the dead. ” Xuan Shuo snorted coldly: "That evil demon is sealed, and if you want to resist, you naturally don't dare to come openly."
After being trapped in the Demon Array for thousands of years, he still wants to make waves, so he is not afraid that I will gather all the exorcists of the Xuan family to destroy him!
” Xuanfeng said this, licking the fingers of the remaining lotus leaf cake foam like a cat.
"But I still have doubts, most of the things like demon seals are used by snakes and monsters.
And it is used to repay gratitude.
He pointed to his arm, "The specific shape is like a string of golden bells printed on your hand, if it is a candlelight clan, they are demons who use the spirit of the sun as a cultivator, it should be a golden mark." ” After that, he turned his arm and took a lotus leaf cake and ate it.
Bai Shuang raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "So you pay attention to the Hu family everywhere, and by the way, you also pay attention to me who was picked up by my master?"
Aren't you also biased towards the Mark of the Demons?
” "Anything is possible."
Xuanfeng swallowed the pastry, pointed at the white frost with the remaining half of it, and said, "It is not ruled out that the evil demon devoured countless monsters and ghosts in the Phoenix Abyss, and the color changed. ” "Probably a fart!
People eat animals and grains, and demons also have all kinds of food, how can there be so many absolutes?
The Tailed Fire Tiger couldn't help but burst into a rage, "White Frost, what you saw!"
You testify!
”