crossing yin and yang

Wei Yang has never heard of the forbidden formation, but it is not difficult to guess its meaning.If mages with real abilities cast spells as recklessly as that esoteric monk, I don't know what kind of chaos the world will be in. Let alone the big move to subvert the dynasty, just come up with any spell that defies the sky and changes luck, summons souls and exorcises ghosts. It is not something that ordinary people can parry.Therefore, those sects that teach top-notch goods will definitely set up some taboos or rules to restrict their disciples. If they don't want to be cleared, they must obediently abide by the rules and try not to hurt goodness.

The "Forbidden Formation" on Longhu Mountain is similar. In fact, there may not be no other solutions when encountering real danger, but is the little celestial master the kind of person who can "flex"?He was afraid that he didn't even care about his own life and death...

So after hearing this sentence, Wei Yang immediately changed his tone: "Since it's taboo, don't use it, let's think of other ways. Brother Qi, can this guy be rescued?"

Zhang Xiuqi shook his head: "No."

Thinking about it, the developer jumped off the building with the jade cicada with the upper corpse, and the whole hospital where the corpse was tossed was in a state of restlessness. Now that the corpse has killed two people, what kind of "corpse puppet" is happening again? Obviously not something that can be easily handled.In fact, Wei Yang doesn't care about whether the leader of this kind of criminal group can be rescued, but if they get rid of the evil later and kill people directly, it will be difficult for them to get away. good.

After thinking hard for a while, Wei Yang said solemnly: "Brother Qi, no matter how much you want to get rid of the demon, I'm afraid you'll have to bear it today. It's going to be dark, and your remaining two souls must not go wrong again. I will find a way I will find time for you to stabilize your soul, as for the evil spirits here, let’s see if we can deal with them during the day or tomorrow.”

It's not easy to do this kind of small trick of stealing the day and changing the day under the supervision of others, not to mention that it's a virtue that the corpse puppet makes a fuss at night, and the risk is still not small.However, if he didn't give it a try, he couldn't feel at ease at all, as long as he and Sun Muhua survived until the police came, it would be fine, but what about the little celestial master?If the remaining two souls were also separated because of eliminating evil spirits, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Zhang Xiuqi lowered his head and looked at the hand that was holding his wrist. Wei Yang couldn't control the strength of his hand because of nervousness. Grabbed him, with a bigger hand.The murderous intent aroused by the evil spirit somehow dissipated slowly, leaving only a vague nostalgia. He could hear the pleading and solemnity in Wei Yang's tone, and he should agree.

Seeing Zhang Xiuqi nodded silently, the big stone in Wei Yang's heart immediately fell to the ground. He has seen the scene where the little celestial master is desperate to kill monsters, but today is really not the time. It was a solid moment, and today happened to be the third day of the lunar calendar, he really didn't dare to think about what would happen if the little celestial master rushed forward rashly.

Relieved, Wei Yang continued to ask: "Brother Qi, how do you usually fix your soul on the night of the third year of junior high school? Do you have any special preparations?"

Zhang Xiuqi shook his head: "No. Lie on your back and knock your teeth."

Wei Yang was taken aback: "Just lying down is enough? No, don't you sleep on your back every day?"

"Holding the soul every day." Zhang Xiuqi answered it as it should be, as if it was a very normal thing.

However, Wei Yang's heart twisted, and he finally realized that Zhang Xiuqi's well-behaved sleeping position on the coffin board was not because of his upbringing, but because of necessity. For this little celestial master who lost his soul, survival needs Overwhelming, even if those eccentric habits make him look silly.

Suppressing the soreness from his nose, Wei Yang twitched the corners of his mouth: "Okay, I will find a way to give you a chance to arrest your soul later."

Zhang Xiuqi frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pulled out something from behind, and handed it over: "The killing blade, use this."

What he took out was a short knife. The scabbard should be ebony, and more than half of the patterns on it had been worn away. The handle was wrapped with a layer of red string, which also showed an old color. The whole knife looked completely intact. At first glance, Wei Yang has seen it countless times, even every night when he sleeps, he can see the little celestial master hiding this knife under his pillow. Such a magic weapon that never leaves his body, just handed it over to him?

With a choke in his throat, Wei Yang pushed the knife back: "Brother Qi, I didn't take what I said to that person seriously, I don't need a killing blade at all, and besides, I still have the talisman jade made by your father on me. It'll be fine."

Zhang Xiuqi was obviously a little confused. He couldn't tell which sentence Wei Yang said was true and which was false, but the other party's rejection was very obvious. After thinking about it, he took out two Zhang Huangfu stuffed it over: "Put it away, break the filth, and put it away."

The two pieces of talisman are authentic Longhushan seal scripts, which might be hard to find in the market, but Zhang Xiuqi just stuffed them to Wei Yang, as if handing him two handkerchiefs.Seeing the faint worry in the little celestial master's eyebrows, Wei Yang didn't say anything, took the yellow talisman and put it in his pocket, turned his gaze, and yelled at Sun Otaku who was still squatting next to him: "Wood, give it to me!" come over."

At this time, Sun Muhua finally recovered a little bit. He was kidnapped again today, and what the hell, it really made his fragile little heart a little bit unbearable. Looking at the face of the strange humanoid object on the bed that was about to melt, and the twitching and wriggling The big belly made him almost collapse, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he was a serious Ye Gong, no matter how curious he was usually about these ghostly things, seeing the real thing would only scare the urine.

Hearing Wei Yang calling him, the bastard burst into tears again: "Brother Qi, is this copper coin so..."

"Don't talk nonsense, come here." For this kid, Wei Yang didn't have the slightest thought of pity, and directly ordered, "Today we have to cooperate well and help Brother Qi to buy some time. Please pay attention to me and remember, Let's do this..."

Upstairs, Wei Yang was discussing the plan with his little follower in a low voice, but downstairs, Wang Wei became a little anxious, pulled his wet feet out of the glutinous rice water, and kicked the water basin over with a bang: "Uncle Miao, the group of them Are people putting on airs? They wash their hands and feet with glutinous rice, is this fucking like exorcising demons?"

"It's better to believe it or not." Miao Yun also soaked his feet at this time, picked up and shook the water droplets on it, "An old uncle I knew back then also said that graves should not be released casually, especially corpses. Touch, but none of our brothers believe it. Now it’s good, the elder brother is directly bewitched, and he can’t even find out where the problem came from. And this glutinous rice is still very talkative, the older generation said It can pull out poison and exorcise evil spirits, maybe glutinous rice water can also cleanse bad luck."

There was comfort in Miao Yun's words, but his confidence was somewhat lacking. There is no such thing as a tradition of respecting gods and ghosts in this generation, but what was taken as a joke suddenly became a real thing, how can it not be daunting.That Master Wei said it with a straight line, it looks like there are two brushes. At this time, it is better to listen to the professional.

He secretly cheered himself up, bent down and picked up a short knife from the table. At this time, there were already three or four knives of different lengths on the coffee table. They were all funerary objects dug out from the tomb. The market has always been very good. Although it is a serious controlled product, I don’t know how many people like to put two "magic weapons" at home to pretend to be taken advantage of. Fortunately, there are two brothers below who are interested in swords, so they keep them at home. Some, or I really can't find something that can be used for a while.

He weighed the dagger in his hand, and raised his chin at the subordinate next to him: "Go and fetch the chickens we collected, let's try to kill two first."

The place where they live is a suburban village. Most of the village are full-time farmers. There are quite a few chickens and ducks. It is not too difficult to change a few big roosters. I bought three or five and came back. As for the real nine-pound yellow, I still need to spend some time to pick and choose.

After a while, the rooster was delivered, and it was still a broiler chicken with an unfinished comb. Miao Yun frowned and didn't say anything. He directly cut the neck of the rooster with a knife, and the little rooster trembled violently. The blood spurted out like a spring, and the surname Miao didn't think it was filthy, so he took the chicken wings and threw it at Wang Wei, and the bright red plasma stuck to the man's body, looking like a Like a murder case, creepy and terrifying.

However, the people present didn’t care about this. After helping the eldest nephew to scatter the chicken blood, Miao Yun cut another chicken and poured some on himself. The white glutinous rice was all ready, and seeing that it was getting late, Miao Yun threw the short knife in his hand to Wang Wei, and said in a deep voice, "This knife has been stained with chicken blood, so you should keep it. Come in handy, let's go upstairs."

With Uncle Miao's words, the mania on Wang Wei's face finally calmed down a bit, he put the short knife in his trouser waist, and then walked upstairs.At this time, the lights on the fourth floor seemed to be turned on, and the faint yellow lights drifted down through the gaps in the stairs, elongating the backs of everyone, as if something was lurking in the darkness, Miao Yun's heart Jumping up suddenly, thinking of the half-human, half-ghost elder brother in the room, he couldn't help shivering.

In the past few days, the boss seems to be making more troubles. He will spit black water at night, scratch the bed board and so on, and his belly is getting bigger and bigger, just like pregnant with a child. Could it be that the so-called "corpse puppet" is really a ghost ?If he was cut open by that ghost, would he still be able to survive?And if the fierce ghost is really born, will it take revenge on them, the tomb robbers, just like the curse of some pharaoh in Egypt...

Stepping on the stairs on the fourth floor, Miao Yun's heart was already in his throat, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He stepped on the last step carefully, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he opened his mouth and forgot speech.