my weird life.

Chapter 290 Exceeding Fate (12)

If saved,

The old way will be completely stitched up,
In the future, the ghost craftsman can use all his strength to capture Qingmiao alone and sew the thread for her!

If not rescued,
Turned to help the old way out of trouble,

Then these disciples will be covered with black thread in an instant,

Vitality disappears,

Become a puppet of ghost craftsmen!
above the dark sky,

Thin scarlet threads are woven into a great web,
The figures of the disciples of the Zao Squad were hung by the black rope, hanging down from the mesh, and dangling back and forth in mid-air.

Li Yueshan looked up at his disciples,

The body trembled violently,

More and more expressions of pain appeared on the serious face.

His face was flushed,

His body trembled so much that he could hardly hold his fists.

Even the eyes are slightly red,

But at a certain moment, looking at the disciples who were continuously stitched with black thread, he suddenly turned his head, and his body froze in place, stopping his trembling!
The master's face was ferocious, and he sternly said to Su Wu: "Go! Go! Take this old man away!

I stay here, I stay here—”

He made the final decision.

same decision,
He did it once many years ago too.

What happened that time made him repeat in his memories and regrets for the rest of his life. In the dead of night, the faces of the old people would appear in front of his eyes, circling around.

But even so,
Li Yueshan has already tasted the feeling of regret and regret,

Now faced with this situation again,

He still made the same decision!
The master clenched his fists, and almost roared at Su Wu,

The old Taoist priest, who was grabbed by the shoulder by the pale giant hand and lifted it up, laughed wildly, interrupting Li Yueshan's words: "Hahaha, sew it up, sew it up——

When it wants to sew,
I prefer not to sew it!

When it doesn't want to sew,
I have to give it to sew!

You, you, you—”

The old Taoist finger swayed back and forth between Su Wu and Li Yueshan,

After saying "you" several times,
His finger suddenly pointed to Su Wu,
There was a moment of clarity in his expression,

Looking at Su Wu with a serious face: "Why don't you give yourself to it to sew?
Connect all the lines to yourself,
sew a circle,
Let it sew enough,
Wouldn't it be better? ! "

The old Taoist priest looked serious,
The words he said became more and more insane, making Su Wu unsure for a moment, whether he had regained his sanity for a moment before, or was he already insane at all, pretending to be serious? !

"Hahaha,

My life is over, my life is over—" The old Taoist's expression became crazy again,
The pale giant hand lifts the golden thread,
suddenly sewed to his mouth,

to sew his mouth shut,

Can't make a sound!
Su Wu looked at the brothers and sisters who were hanging in mid-air,

The ghost craftsman sewed the brothers and sisters together,
hanging in the sky,

Show it to yourself and your master.

This kind of behavior, as far as he is concerned, can be understood as a threat from Li Gui to his family!
But does it understand itself,
its current actions,

It was done by chance, but it just happened to hit the key point and grasped his side,

Or was it targeted?

If the latter,
Doesn't it just mean that it has a certain thinking ability? !
A cunning with thinking ability...

"Don't you try?"

"You really don't—uh! Wash?!"

Under the restraint of that giant hand, the old Taoist managed to turn his head around, and spoke to Su Wu with a strange smile,
he was talking,
Half of the lips were sewn shut,
So the words became ambiguous!

Su Wu looked at him, suddenly his expression moved slightly, he turned his head and asked Master: "Master, if the fate exceeds nine taels, what will happen?"

After the old Taoist priest spoke, the master who frowned and thought,

Hearing what the great disciple said,

He said directly: "No one's life can exceed nine taels of money - just like a person's internal organs have a fixed number, no one can grow two hearts, two stomachs, if there are really two stomachs,
Then there must be a stomach bag that is useless,
hung on the body,

In addition to consuming your own blood and becoming a burden,
There is no second role!

Ah Wu, do you want to..."

The master obviously considered the old Tao's words carefully, so he could give an answer without thinking.

"You might as well let the disciples be the burden on Li Gui,
It is now intending to sew a ninety-two-nine-dollar fate, if it is successfully sewed up, the consequences will be disastrous!

It is now certain that

The fates of old Taoist priests and young crops are suitable for it,
Let it sew the fate of the ninety-nine poles,
Among them, the fate sewn with gold thread is the most expensive - the old Taoist is not an ordinary person, as a mountain-moving Taoist, he must play an important role in Maoshan witches, ordinary mountain-moving Taoist, I think he does not have such tyrannical means and methods device!
It can be seen that his fate is precious.

The fate sewn with white thread is the lightest,
Qing Miao's past is also clear to Master.

And the ghost craftsman can sew many tricks and improve their level.

its own fate,

It will not be less than four taels!
The addition of the three may be the fate of nine or nine poles.

It dyed the thread with blood and formed a red thread to sew me up—certainly not to make me a part of its 'fate puzzle', it should be a good thing that I don't want me to damage it,
my fate,

Maybe it also feels tricky,
Very difficult to clean up. "

Hearing what the eldest disciple said, Li Yueshan nodded repeatedly.

He had already noticed before that the fate of his eldest disciple was extremely hard,

At the beginning, that 'grandmother stone' wanted to infect him with energy,

Being backlashed by his fate, smashing the Qi mechanism - this also shows that the fate of the eldest disciple is also more precious, it should be more than four taels!
Yes,

Li Yueshan had no objection to what the eldest disciple said.

Su Wu glanced at Master,
Then he said: "What the old Taoist said may not be the words of madness,
Although his own memory has been washed away,

But the instinct of all ages remains,

Perhaps he sensed a life-and-death crisis,

Driven by instinct,

The suggestion given is the most correct suggestion - I have thought about it carefully and feel that this suggestion has a high probability of success. "

"Master,
There is no time now for us to experiment with other approaches.

We can only take risks! "Su Wu said seriously,
Black fluid surges under his feet,
The body of Qingmiao emerged.

Even though Qingmiao is protected by him in the shadow world, there are still threads passing through the shadow world,
At this time, several pale giant hands surrounded Qing Miao, continuously stitching on her body.

"It sews fate,

Can independently use different colors of thread,
How can you make sure it doesn't sew you with red thread,

but with gold thread,
White thread to sew? " Li Yueshan asked in a deep voice.

If a ghost craftsman sews Su Wu with red thread,
I'm afraid of the end result,

It is absolutely impossible to develop in the direction they hoped for.

"I can guarantee it, and it will be stitched on me with gold and white threads!"

"Then try it!"

Su Wu glanced at Li Qingmiao on the ground,
Turning around and walking towards the dumbfounded old Taoist priest,
His mouth was sewn shut,
Only a pair of eyeballs are rolling around,

Seeing Su Wu approaching,

There was a smile in the old Taoist's eyes.

That pale giant hand flies around the old Taoist priest,
There is a thin white line on the wrist connecting this hand with the energy channels of heaven and earth.

Su Wu took a deep breath,

Looking at the iron needle flashing coldly between the giant fingers,
hold out a hand,

A golden thread suddenly protruded from under the skin of the palm - this golden thread was a golden thread that fell off when he slapped the ghost craftsman's face with the altar wood!
Now,

He gathers his spirits,
Manipulating this golden thread, staring at the giant hand that flies the needle,
At the moment when the giant hands exchange the gold thread,

The golden thread protruding from the skin on the back of his hand suddenly pierced through the giant finger, the almost imperceptible pinhole of the iron needle!
such means,

It's amazing!

But Su Wu gathered his energy,
The moment when the bright day stays in the mind,
In his eyes, the tiny pinhole that was originally insignificant was enlarged as big as a fist - he just passed a rope through the hole the size of a fist, so what's the problem? !
The golden thread passed through the giant hand,

circled around it.

The movement of the giant hand froze slightly,
Subsequently,

it turns back,
Piercing the iron needle into Su Wu's skin,
As the iron needle pierced through the skin, the piercing cold pain began to emerge on Su Wu's body,

Every time the needle passed through Su Wu's skin,
It made him feel closer to an iceberg!
He watched the giant hands pierce his skin with needles, and then turned to sew on the old Taoist body. The needles and threads shuttled back and forth between him and the old Taoist. His eyes revealed a thoughtful look: If the ghost craftsman really has the ability to think,
Even use the strategy of besieging Wei and saving Zhao,
Why is the ghost craftsman running over to himself now to make up for it, intending to become a burden on his fate?
Instead, ignore it?
Does it really have the ability to think?

The golden thread formed faint and weird lines under Su Wu's skin,

The pain spread from the surface of the skin to the depths of his bone marrow.

Su Wu frowned slightly,

When the giant hand is twisting the iron needle,

A layer of black membrane suddenly wrapped his arm,
The iron needle pierces the black membrane of the ghost's hand,

With bright yellow threads,

Then he started to sew on Lao Dao again.

But it completely ignored that Su Wu used ghost hands instead of himself to complete the stitching.

At this time,

The old Taoist turned his head and winked at Su Wu.

Su Wu pondered for a moment,

He also wrapped the old man's half body with ghost hands,
The giant hand was still holding the golden thread through the ghost's hand, without noticing that its sewing object had been changed!
The air bubbles in the ghost's hands bulged and burst,

The fine golden threads are interwoven on the black film,

Gradually formed a strange pattern.

The giant hand is like an instrument for inputting precise programs. Each stitch will make the lines formed by the thin lines denser and fuller without damaging the lines in the slightest.

the other side,
Su Wu picked up the altar wood again,
Suddenly, he patted the giant hand stitching on Li Qingmiao's body,

A few strands of white thread fell from the giant's hand,
Falling into the palm of Su Wu,

Su Wu returned a reassuring smile to Master,

Then repeat the trick,

Pass the white thread through the pinhole,
At the same time covering itself with ghostly hands,
The giant hand that was sewing on Li Qingmiao's body turned back,
He began to sew white threads on the black membrane covering Su Wu's body.

Gold and white two completely different textures,

began to weave upon the black membrane,

One end of those lines is connected to Su Wu itself, and Su Wu himself is connected to the old Taoist.

The other end is connected to Li Qingmiao.

(End of this chapter)