Cheng Moji

"However, you can rest assured that if this method is really practiced, I will make a one-color mark on your palm, and its color will become lighter with the effect. As long as you pay attention to the change in color difference, and jump out of the witch temple before the color mark disappears, it should not cause too much trouble." Big damage. You can help us, I am very grateful, and I can't let everyone go in with their lives." The witch continued.

Changing the topic coldly, "Grandma, when can the witch temple worship again?"

"Tomorrow night. Under normal circumstances, the Wu Temple will be developed the next day."

"Then I'll turn into a human and investigate again tomorrow." After speaking, Leng Xin only heard Dongfang Ying and Feng Qiwu say in unison: "Let's go together."

"At that time, we need to plan in advance. Mother-in-law, do you have any way to lure the witch away? I want to go to the secret room."

"There is a way, but I'm not sure if it will work. At that time, I will write an invitation letter and ask my unfilial son to come to my house and talk about it. Maybe he will come." The witch is still hesitating.

"However, if the relationship between mother and child is nothing, the entanglement of interests is a kind of connection. After all, I can help him. He should come to the appointment." The witch changed the subject, her eyes full of affirmation.

In recent days, the entire village has been on alert. Whenever there is a disturbance, it will attract countless attentions. Those flying in the sky and patrolling underground will form a net to prevent foreign guests from entering or exiting.I don't know how many bones there are who died in other places?The mysterious and ancient shaman temple, the terrifying and trembling hollow man, and the corpse that has not rotted for thousands of years make this mountain village more mysterious, evil, and terrifying.The slums in the Pian'an corner of Wuling Village seem quiet and natural. The former Wu Temple has now become a bustling center, with people flocking from all directions, and its splendor has never been dimmed by terror.

The past is too hard to remember, the years are bitter and old, and I no longer know how heavy the responsibility is, and I don’t remember when I can let go of the burden. I just walk forward and walk habitually. This state of seeking or fleeing may be life. Truth exists.Dongfang Ying occasionally thinks about the past and the future, and knows that her father will not come back, but she can't get rid of this burden, and must find a result.Sometimes, the truth is too cruel, and wanting an answer is just to allow the so-called explanation to stabilize one's mind, that's all.Who is not?Leng Xin, Feng Qiwu... Everyone has a cross that restricts themselves, the executioner is themselves, and the one who can't get rid of themselves is also themselves.

After a peaceful and short rest, everyone began to prepare early the next morning.

The witch wrote a letter, and a beggar passing by passed it to the wizard in the evening. After the three of them mixed in, the wizard tried to lure him out.But Leng Xin and Feng Qiwu, with the blood of the witch and the spiritual power of the spell, can become ordinary people, escape the righteousness of the witch temple, and sneak into the backyard with Dongfang Ying, looking for the secret room of the witch.

For this operation, Dongfang Ying still came from the front door to observe the situation inside, and communicated with Feng Qiwu with the spirit technique to prevent the witches from changing suddenly.Feng Leng and the two lost their demonic power, their bodies were slightly restricted, and they jumped into the wall from the backyard.

Passing by the witch statue in the front shrine, Dongfang Ying glanced at it unconsciously, only felt that the face of the statue was more convulsive and hostile. Could it be that the face of the witch statue was polluted by something?Followed the crowd to the back temple, the witch was still preaching, halfway, I saw a disciple interrupting the witch with a letter, Dongfang Ying observed carefully, the witch looked strange, I don't know what the witch wrote , so that the wizard suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and then hurriedly left.The disciple next to him said to everyone: "The shaman is sick, let me speak for you."

Everyone whispered, not knowing what happened to the witch.