Bab 689: The Beating Heart

Thud, thud, thud.

A sonorous yet restrained sound echoed across the air. It sounded as though a ritual was about to begin. On a high altar, there was a heavy and old-fashioned leather drum. The passing of time had dyed it with a glimmering black color that made it looked as though it was smoldered by flames. A half-naked, muscular man wearing only an animal hide brandished a mallet that was made up of an unknown beast's thigh bone. Every time he beat the drum, his hair would flutter across the air, resembling the licking tongues of fire burning in the braziers around the high altar, wild and devilish.

A transparent energy ripple propagated from the center of She Yu's body. The air seemed to have frozen, causing one to have difficulty breathing.

Chi Tong stared at She Yu, looking as though he had seen a ghost.

Wait, no, he didn't really care about ghosts and spirits.