That is the rhythm of nature.

After they danced for three or four minutes, everything within a range of ten meters or so was filled with a wild and confused temperament, and the atmosphere gradually became evil, mixed with a bit of sacredness.

It is indeed a "spiritual dance"... a ritual magic that even ordinary people can participate in... Klein looked away and looked at the black-robed man beside the corpse who was burying his head in reciting the incantation.

He was the one who was teaching those boys and girls how to dance the "spiritual dance" just now.

It should be a member of the Spiritual Cult, most likely an Extraordinary... Klein nodded invisibly, intending to watch how the other party held the resurrection ceremony first.

At this time, the dance reached its climax, and the adult man in black robe raised his head, took off his wig, and revealed several strange tattoos engraved on his bald head.

He raised his hands and shouted: "Death!"

"Dear Death!"

"Coming soon!"

After he finished shouting, the dance stopped, and the seven or eight young men and women stood at each side, their expressions were confused, expectant, excited and fearful.

Immediately afterwards, the man in black robe bent down, opened the iron cage at his feet, and took out a black object from inside.

Klein looked intently and found that it was a blue-eyed black cat.

This, this also works? He was obviously stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of various folk legends about black cats, for example, after the black cat, which symbolizes evil and the messenger of hell, jumps over the corpse, the dead corpse will be awakened.

This was Klein's first time seeing someone use a similar method in a ceremony.

The black-robed man took a step forward, stopped the black cat in his arms from struggling, and threw it towards the corpse.

Meow!

The jet-black cat burst its fur, yelled, and jumped over the dead body.

At this moment, Klein felt that he understood the other party's cat language, and he believed that the other party must be saying three words: "MMP!"

"Meow!"

The black cat's cry echoed in the open ground surrounded by secluded forests. Whether it was an adult man in black robe or a boy or girl aged fifteen or sixteen, they all turned their gazes to the dead body lying in the center at the same time.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the black cat fell to the ground, staring at the human who threw it out just now, and kept sweeping its tail.

All of a sudden, its fur exploded again, and then its feet jumped up, running fast in another direction.

Unfortunately, all it did did not attract the slightest attention. All the humans present were looking at the motionless corpse intently.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the dead body did not undergo any expected changes.

"Failed again?" A teenager approached, squatted down, and poked the skin of the dead body with his fingers.

"No response." He half turned around and said to the man in black robe and his companions.

At this moment, he felt a gust of wind blowing on his face from bottom to top.

With one swipe, the corpse sat up!

The boy was taken aback, and immediately cheered happily: "It worked! It succeeded..."

Before he finished speaking, the dead body suddenly grabbed his shoulders, pressed him into his arms, opened his mouth, and bit down, making a popping sound, causing blood to flow from the bite. JrNovels.com