[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 130 Five

The ground floor of the lobby on the first floor of the old building is paved with blue bricks and decorated with lotus patterns, implying that lotus grows step by step.At the same time, there is a plaque hanging on it with red lacquer and gold border, but now it is broken, most of it fell to the ground, and the original writing cannot be discerned.

In the gaps between the green bricks, tenacious weeds burst out of the ground, some reaching the calf, some reaching only the ankle, and they wither and bloom every year, and it has grown for an unknown number of years.

Withered branches and leaves, desolate and desolate, but soon will be nourished by blood.

Standing in the darkness, Wu Xie opened his mouth, his teeth touched the tip of his tongue, his brows frowned, and he didn't bite down. "Did I encounter a ghost hitting the wall?" He suddenly thought.Didn't meet, but just seemed to meet, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Wu Xie was a little depressed.

Outside, it was raining non-stop. Standing in the distance and looking at the old building, a black shadow suddenly passed behind the window of the attic and quickly drifted downstairs.However, there was no one outside, so no one saw the shadow.

Wu Xie lowered her head and recalculated how long it would take to walk from the current position to the gate.In fact, he didn't need to calculate at all, because he had calculated the distance thousands of times just now. "Bite it." He said to himself.Even if you stare at the ground, it won't change the status quo. Could it be that you're really afraid of the severe pain of biting your tongue?

Maybe God saw that he had suffered a lot recently, but this time he looked at the ground, and he found something that he hadn't seen before.

A piece of paper, a piece of yellow paper that was pressed under the blue brick, with a corner exposed.At first, Wu Xie couldn't see its color clearly. In such a dark night, it would be good if he knew it was a piece of paper.

Wu Xie walked over, bent down, and pulled out the paper covered with grass clippings and dirt from under the blue brick, shook it, and spread it out, and several vermilion lines jumped into his eyes. Only then did he know that the paper should be yellow .

Why?Because that is simply a talisman!

Wu Xie trembled and stared at the damaged talisman. After so many years, at least the old building had been abandoned for so many years, the handwriting on this talisman was not blurred at all.It's raining so much outside, and the ground is so wet, the lines drawn with cinnabar are still clear and complicated, as if someone just wrote them.

"No way..." Wu Xie took a breath.

Wu Xie recognized this piece of paper.As a child of a family with a long history of family studies, in addition to fighting skills, Mrs. Wu also taught him Zhu Youshu.Of course, whether he learned well or not is another matter.

I wish the same mantra, the cause, the disease comes from it, just like Wang Bing's note on "Zhu You" in "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic Suwen" No. It's just a stone. "Zhu You's art has existed for a long time, and it can be traced back to ancient times. The ancient genius doctor used Jian as a seat and grass as a dog. People seek medical treatment when they are ill, but they can heal in ten words. The ancient Zhu Youke, this The reason is also. In layman’s terms, those who understood Zhu Youshu were high-level intellectuals and medical masters at that time, that is, witches and witch doctors. They are very comparable to others.

Mrs. Wu is a master of Xinglin, also the wife of Wu Laogou, the mother of the three brothers of the Wu family. It is not surprising that she dabbles in Zhu Youshu.The pattern on the talisman in Wu Xie's hand once appeared in Mrs. Wu's ancient books. Now, young people who have accepted new ideas can say it is a superstition, but back then, it was an out-and-out miracle of gods .However, Wu Xie only remembered that he had seen the pattern, but he didn't remember what the pattern represented.In other words, he really didn't learn Zhu Youshu well. If Mrs. Wu is a bucket of water, he is probably just one of them.

"Why does this appear here?" Wu Xie was puzzled.After thinking for a while, he glanced at the ground again. Thanks to his previous experience, he quickly took out a second piece of yellow paper from under another blue brick.

Talisman?Wu Xie looked at the paper repeatedly in the dim light. "Oh, my eyes are almost blind." He murmured unconsciously.This time, the cinnabar pattern on the yellow paper is an ordinary Taoist pattern, which is nothing special.However, there is no special Taoist talisman appearing here, so it is a bit special in itself.Wu Xie frowned, looked at the talismans with weird patterns, and then looked at the ordinary Taoist talismans. After a while, he rubbed the paper and felt that he must have missed a few lines.

"Here, here, connected?" Wu Xie shuddered suddenly.Almost immediately, his fingers twitched as if being scalded by a talisman, and he lifted it a little later, and threw the talisman out.

Resolve grievances.

"It didn't mess with you, you treat it like this, are you afraid that they will settle accounts with you?" When Wu Xie was not mentally prepared, a strange male voice suddenly sounded in the quiet and cold hall.

Wu Xie was already taken aback, but after the sudden voice appeared, he was taken aback again.

"Wu Tuanzuo, do you know what's here?" Poof!Someone blew the Huozhe, the light of the Huozzi was orange, showing two figures, swaying wantonly in the cold wind.

Wu Xie turned around, looked at the figure behind him, and was taken aback.He didn't recognize the voice, nor the person, but he just stared at the person in front of him, his surprise surpassed his fear.

"You don't seem to be afraid." The person opposite Wu Xie curled his mouth and showed a secretive smile.

Fear?I was a little scared at first, but seeing this face, Wu Xie couldn't be scared anymore.

"Do you know who I am?" The man held a torch and a short black knife in his hand, and walked slowly towards Wu Xie.

Wu Xie clenched his fists, with a calm expression, inexplicably remembering that he also had a short knife that fell to the Hundreds, which was Pan Zi's last gift to him. "You are the one who put the dagger across my neck just now." Wu Xie said.

"Hehe, it's not too stupid." The man stopped and continued to smile at Wu Xie.

Originally speaking, Wu Xie likes to see people smile, because smiling is the best way to break the ice, and can shorten the distance between strangers.But now, the smile Wu Xie sees is not a real smile, it is not from the bottom of his heart, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a fake smile.

That's right, a smirk appeared on a face that was [-]% similar to Zhang Qiling.

"You are..." Wu Xie thought to himself, could this guy be Zhang Qiling's close relative?

The facial features of the one Zhang Qiling calls elder brother and Zhang Qiling are actually not alike at all.Although they were all handsome and eye-catching in the crowd, Zhang Qiling was indifferent and handsome, while Zhang Haike was cunning and resolute.On the contrary, Zhang Haixing and Zhang Haike were carved out of the same mold, not to say that they look alike, but that their personalities make them a family.

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Haike are probably cousins?Wu Xie thought so.

"Wu Tuanzuo, no, the patriarch's wife."

Wu Xie's most hated address appeared, the patriarch's wife, what a fucking irony.

"Do you know why you are here, ma'am." The one who was suspected to be Zhang Qiling's close relative looked at Wu Xie with a look that was not at all kind.

Of course it's not kind, they even brought a knife!

"How do I know?" Wu Xie wanted to laugh, probably thinking that the other party's question was very funny. "Just say what you want to say, why bother to ask me three questions." Wu Xie raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her.

"Haha. I thought you would look forward to speaking with people after being bored by the patriarch for a long time. It seems that I was wrong."

Stuffy gourd Zhang Qiling?Not generally appropriate.

"Do I look a lot like the patriarch?" The man blinked suddenly.

This is a very childish action, it is impossible to appear on Zhang Qiling's face in a lifetime.Therefore, although the person in front of him has a face similar to Zhang Qiling's, his temperament is quite different, so no matter how similar they are, Wu Xie can tell them apart, let alone they are not exactly the same.

"My name is Zhang Sizhao." The man pursed his lips, "I and the patriarch are both descendants. If he dies, I will take over as the patriarch."

Wu Xie was taken aback, "..."

"Do you know?" Zhang Sizhao suddenly looked like an eagle, and looked Wu Xie up and down several times, "It's not enough for him to die, you must die too, otherwise, I will have to wait for you to guard his tomb for three years before I can inherit the patriarch place."

Guarding the tomb for three years?Where is the tradition, at least Wu Xie has never heard of it.In ancient times, after the death of a husband, a woman could remarry at will in the early days. After the Song Dynasty, she usually kept the festival and was called a "festival woman".Zhang Qiling said before that the Zhang family is monogamous, and if one of the husband and wife dies, the other will not remarry or remarry.As for the fact that after the death of the previous patriarch, the patriarch's wife had to guard his tomb for three years before the new patriarch could take office, Wu Xie had never heard of it.Now what Zhang Sizhao said, he obviously suspected that he was in his way, brought him here, was he going to kill him first?

No, no, if you die for such a reason, you won't be laughed at by Xiao Hua.Wu Xie took two steps back, pointed at Zhang Sizhao, "Wait a minute, it's useless for you to kill me, I don't think you can kill Zhang Qiling."

"Really?" Zhang Sizhao raised the dagger, and suddenly rushed towards Wu Xie, "Then try it, patriarch's wife!"