The blood slipped into the throat along the root of the tongue. It was not as difficult to swallow as expected, and even a little sweet.

    Manda could feel the blood flowing in the esophagus, slowly flowing into her stomach and slowly penetrating into every cell of herself.

    It feels wonderful, as if the body is bursting with some power.

    Manda burped and turned to look at the count.

    The count stared at him with a dozen eyes.

    Looking at each other for a moment, the count''s face became more and more ugly, and Benming God gave a hint again.

    "At least pretend. Do you want to kill yourself?"

    What are you pretending to be? Is there anything wrong with what it looks like now?

    Manda suddenly remembered one thing. Kunta once told him that drinking tifeng''s blood would make people very painful, just like being burned by fire.

    But his expression now has nothing to do with pain.

    He almost forgot the last step of the 25-year-old plan.

    Under the count''s gaze, Manda quickly covered her stomach, frowned and said, "it''s so painful..."

    "Act like a little more!" Benming God kept reminding him.

    "It''s so painful!" Manda moaned loudly, lying on the ground.

    "More like it!"

    "I, it really hurts! It''s true!" Manda began to roll all over the floor.

    With such poor acting skills, Manda felt that he was useless, but he seemed to have deceived the count.

    The count''s attention was so distracted that he seemed to be suffering more. He waved and called two priests and motioned them to carry Manda out of the temple.

    When he came to the gate of the temple and saw Manda struggling in pain, the people cheered. Kunta covered his hands on his chest and said in his heart, "I don''t know whether to be happy for you or sad for you. In short... It''s good to be alive."

    The count also came out. They immediately stopped and bowed their heads respectfully.

    Sphinx went forward, saw the sweat on the count''s face and asked softly:

    "Is everything all right, my lord?" she didn''t care about Manda, but she thought something was wrong with the count.

    The count did not speak, but nodded slightly.

    "Which way did he go?" she wondered what kind of monster Manda would become.

    The count still did not speak. He shook his head to show that Typhon had not given a clear will.

    This is normal. Some people are gifted. After the sacrifice, they will immediately know their belonging. She is one of them, and leond, a three headed dog, is one of them.

    Some people have very poor talent. Long after the sacrifice, they still don''t know who the new God is. This is the result of more than half of the people in the valley. She thinks Kunta is also one of them.

    Seeing the count''s lips congested, Sphinx asked with concern, "are you hurt? Is that fool angry with the gods?"

    "Why do you have so many questions?" the count finally said, but his voice was so vague that he could not distinguish it, and his lips were shaking violently. It seemed that he was extremely angry.

    Sphinx dared not ask any more. Seeing the count''s finger pointing to Manda, she quickly grabbed Manda in her hand and took him to the castle.

    As a rule, the count should make a speech at this time and announce that Manda has officially become a member of the believers.

    But he didn''t say much, just made a gesture to signal the people to leave. He lifted his cloak and turned into bright red wings. Soon he surpassed the Sphinx and flew directly into his room.

    He quickly closed the window, locked the door, and spit out a big mouthful of blood towards the pool in the room.

    He took a silver hand mirror from the table, put out his tongue and looked at it for a while.

    Half of the tongue was burnt and the other half was bloody. This is why his tone is ambiguous. Since he divined Manda''s blood, his tongue has been suffering from knife cutting and fire.

    As for Manda''s God, he didn''t distinguish it. The moment he touched the blood, his tongue lost consciousness.

    But he can''t tell Manda all this. It''s related to his status and dignity.

    He wants to give Manda a reasonable explanation, but also endure great pain and calmly complete the whole sacrifice.

    Apart from his ambiguous tone, he hardly showed any flaws, even when he was in the most pain, he just shook his lips.

    This is the capital of the strong and the force of the king. As the master of the valley, everyone sees the glory of the king, but it is difficult to understand everything behind him.

    Manda, who was sent to the room, continued to pretend to be in pain. According to Quinta, such pain would last at least a day and a night.

    It''s not easy to pretend to be painful without pain. Struggling, tumbling, moaning and shouting are very physical exertion.

    After holding on for an hour, exhausted Manda gave up the performance and her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

    He was recalling the process of sacrifice and the instructions of the God.

    Who the hell is he? Why so active? Whose blood did you drink? Will you become a monster?

    Various thoughts hovered in her mind and guided Manda to sleep.

    He had a very strange dream. He dreamed that his body was floating in the air, with nine scale lines drawn from his feet to his head.

    Nine scale lines divide the body into eight grids. The first grid is on the top of the head, filled with bright red blood, accounting for about a quarter of the first grid.

    "Congratulations, you have entered the rank. You are my believer."

    Very strange dream, but let Manda sleep very sweet.

    When Manda woke up, Kunta, who had been guarding by the bed, asked with concern, "how''s it going? Has it been successful?"

    Manda showed an evil smile, got into the quilt and hooked her fingers to Kunta. Kunta looked left and right and got into Manda''s quilt with an embarrassed face.

    It was a very dangerous move. The count had a hundred eyes, and the whole valley was under his eyes.

    If the count finds that Manda is in severe pain and does such an indescribable thing with Kunta, his suspicious temperament may kill Manda immediately.

    But Manda was really lucky. The count''s pain was more serious than when he took tifeng''s blood. For two days, he didn''t get out of bed. He was in vomiting and coma most of the time. He had no time to monitor Manda.

    Two days later, the count finally got out of bed. He called Manda to see his condition.

    According to Kunta''s description, during these two days, Manda was mostly in a coma, which was a normal performance, and the count didn''t study it deeply.

    But there was no obvious change in his body, which surprised the count.

    With such special blood, why didn''t you show amazing talent? Are there other secrets hidden in the boy?

    The count showed his rare patience and decided to give Manda a task - to dispose of his body.

    "I told you, I have an agreement with the claudesey family, which lasted for decades. They can hand over the family''s death row to me, but they must keep the secrets of the valley and don''t allow anyone near the valley.

    Over the years, we have strictly fulfilled the agreement. You have been in the valley for four days. I should send your body outside the valley, so... "

    So you want to kill me?

    Manda''s heart tightened and instinctively stepped back two steps.

    "I smell that smell again, the power hidden in you," said the count. He wanted to tease Manda for a while, but his tongue still hurt. He didn''t want to say too much,

    "Don''t be so nervous. I won''t hurt you, but there''s something you have to do by yourself. Go to find Ms. Portia and ask her to find a suitable body for you."

    Let her find a body for me? What a profound sentence.

    Manda didn''t ask any more. He didn''t want to stay in the count''s room. He learned that Portia didn''t live in the castle, but in the cave on the cliff. Manda first thought of the Sphinx.

    "You take me to fly up. Just pick a body. It won''t take you too much time."

    Sphinx smiled and pinched Manda''s cheek: "little guy, do you think of me as a flying carriage?"

    "You don''t have a carriage..."

    "Who do you think you''re talking to?" Sphinx kicked Manda in the face and then carried him to the window. "Answer me a question and throw you down if you answer wrong. I have a flower that always blooms all the year round and never withers. Do you know where it is?"

    "On your belly is a birthmark like a wild flower."

    "It''s not a wild flower, it''s a tulip!" Sphinx kicked Manda again. "How do you know?"

    "You saw it when you changed. It''s beautiful."

    When she said this, Manda''s face was as pure as a piece of white paper.

    Although this is not the correct answer, Sphinx was in a good mood. She sent Manda to the cave door of the cliff. Of course, she only sent Manda to the cave entrance.

    "It''s up to you to go back. I hate the smell of corpses."