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A few days ago, when I sent Zhang Jiugua to be buried, Blind Chen intentionally taught me how to open the dark path, and told me to listen carefully to every word he said in the future.
At that time, I also met a woman on Yinlu.
Blind Chen gave her a blow in the head!
Afterwards he did not teach me the details of how to use the mourning stick.
I figured it out, he should be preparing to take me slowly.
Whether it's creating a dark path or fighting ghosts, they didn't teach me rashly.
At this moment, the details shown by Mrs. He made me immediately think of Blind Chen!
Mrs. He raised her eyelids slightly, and replied calmly: "I taught one, but he was born blind, and he could barely see the images, but he couldn't learn more things. It's better that he has a hard life, so he is a bit bright."
"Handing incense bowls, ghosts come to worship, the most important thing is to be hard-fated, and the second thing to write is the funeral form. He knows everything he should know, and even raised a wolf mastiff that I think is fierce, but those eyes have become his. Biggest obstacle."
"Being able to barely see a person's shadow shaking is two different things from being able to write out a funeral form. Even if he memorizes all the horoscopes by dictation, it will not help."
My heart was pounding, sure enough, Blind Chen was Mrs. He's apprentice!
At the same time, the desire and expectation in my heart also increased. Mrs. He must not be underestimated to be able to teach a character like Chen Xiazi.
It's just her words. Those eyes became his biggest obstacle.
If Blind Chen hadn't been so blind, I'm afraid his fate would have been different.
"Don't be in a daze. If you are distracted like you, that old widower can kill you several times with a snap of his fingers." With a soft snap, Mrs. He's mourning stick hit my chest.
Hiss!
I took a deep breath in pain, and came back to my senses in an instant.
Abandoning all the distracting thoughts in my mind, I took out the mourning stick from my waist, stared down at the stick, and spread my five fingers apart as Mrs. He said. The distance is about three inches.
After clenching it tightly, I don't know why, even though the white silks were almost burnt, some of them were still wrapped around my fingers.
There is a sense of stability and firmness in my heart.
The next moment, I exerted strength with my forearm and swung my wrist forward!
As a result, his wrist suddenly felt sore, and the whole mourning stick was thrown out!
With a bang, it just hit the door frame of the woodshed and got stuck in the gap.
Liu Wensan was just about to walk in dragging the Thunderbolt wood willow, so he stood under the door frame.
He looked up and looked back at me again, sweat broke out on his bald head.
"Cai'er, just sleep in the room! The yard is very dangerous, so don't come out and make trouble for Shiliu!" He yelled, scratching his neck.
With a clatter, he dragged the willow into the woodshed.
Although the tree trunk was only halfway in, he managed to close half of the door, clearly intending to cut off the tree trunk inside the house.
"This lightning strikes wood to ward off evil spirits and suppress evil spirits. It also shocks people. If you hit Liu Wensan, I would be happy to make Cai'er a widow." After Mrs. He finished speaking, she went to the main room and closed the door.
I hurried to the door of the firewood room, took off the mourning stick, and began to repeat the exercise just now.
This time I was a lot more careful, and my five fingers clenched even tighter.
It's just that when you swing it out, it still comes out of your hand.
It seems that it is easy for Blind Chen to use it, but Mrs. He hit it up casually, but in reality, it is so difficult
I have practiced repeatedly hundreds of times, and my wrists are already sore, so I can find out some reasons.
When it was thrown out at that moment, the frivolous mourning stick suddenly seemed to be much heavier. This sudden change required more strength to hold it in time.
And there is still a bit of tingling in the palm, as if there is static electricity.
I guess it is because of the lightning strike wood, other mourning sticks may not be.
However, I can barely let the stick out of my hand, but I just hit it without much strength.
In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, and the setting sun in the sky was like blood.
There was the sound of parking outside the yard.
When I stopped to move my hands, Feng Qu hurried in from the courtyard gate, carrying a small wooden box in his hand.
"Mr. Luo!" Feng Qu greeted me with a smile on his face.
Feng Qu was gone for two days, and I thought there was some other trouble.
? The situation is urgent, imitating LuoI can't even think about it anymore, and I can't place too much hope on temporary hugs.
However, his happy expression made me have two expectations.
Feng Qu went straight to the wooden table in the courtyard and put the small wooden box on the table.
"I was delayed for two days, I hope there is no delay." Feng Qu opened the wooden box.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a layer of red cloth was spread inside the wooden box, and a copper compass almost the same size as the fixed compass lay on top of it.
Its workmanship is far less rounded than that of the fixed compass, but the innate gossip disk on the first floor, the nine-star disk of the Earth Mother on the second floor, and the 24-day astrolabe disk on the third floor are accurately engraved on it.
The golden needle in the middle of the sky plate is also steadily pointing to the south!
I asked Feng Qu to find someone. I had a big idea of ??trying my luck, and I also wanted to find someone. At worst, I could try to compose it myself.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qu brought back a compiled imitation compass directly!
I suppressed my heartbeat and took out the imitation compass. It felt a bit cold when I started it, and the pointer shook accordingly.
However, it moves very stiffly, and it is far less accurate than a fixed compass. The more important reason is that there are only three layers of Feng Shui on it.
"How is it, Mr. Luo, is it useful?" Feng Qu also became nervous and asked me.
I smiled: "I'll know if it's useful, Feng Qu, you've helped me a lot."
A smile also appeared on Feng Qu's face: "Mr. Luo, what else can I use, just ask." The cold stimulation relieved the soreness of my wrist a little.
After hesitating for a moment, I said: "Go to the village to find a chicken that is more than six years old, and come back as soon as possible." Feng Qu hurriedly left the yard again.
At this moment, the door of the main room opened.
Mrs. He came out, and she said calmly: "It takes one afternoon to barely hold the mourning stick. You still have to practice hard."
I was a little embarrassed, nodded and said: "I will make up for my weakness with hard work."
Mrs. He looked into my hand, and suddenly said: "The compass still has a chicken that is more than six years old? It seems that you are not at all familiar with Mr. Yinjutsu's methods. I saw him use chicken tail feathers to break the green corpses of mother and child. , and the corpses of the mother and child of the Blood Fiend, can this technique be used against other corpses?"
My heart shuddered, I had heard the word "green corpse" more than once.
A corpse that can only be transformed by a blood fiend, one can imagine its horror. I didn't expect that grandpa could break it, he still used a killing technique!
After hesitating for a while, I replied: "I don't know if it's useful, but my grandma taught me to be flexible, and there are also instructions in the book. If you know how to be flexible, the killing technique can kill both mother and child, but it may not be impossible." For other evil spirits, I have few means, so I can only try."
Granny He walked down the steps, and she didn't say much else. It's just a warning to me, she has heard of this technique, and it shortens her life. It's best not to use it unless you have to.
I paused for a moment, then smiled and said, if it is really useful, I will definitely kill the fool of the Wang family at all costs.
My mother has been with me for more than 20 years, and she is already very pitiful.
The fool of the Wang family still plots against her every day. He also killed my father and innocent people in the village. Even if I lose my life for a few years, I'm willing to send him out of his wits!
Putting the imitation compass in my pocket, I continued to practice the blow.
When Mrs. He walked to the gate of the courtyard, the bell on her body jingled.
Suddenly she said: "The pig has no head, the old widower will definitely come to give the head, and if he gives the head, he will kill someone. This is his usual style."
"It's best not to let your mother come out. They used dog blood and mixed it with talismans. If you hadn't pushed her away, she would have been hit. It's not easy for a mother to have so much motherhood. It's too easy to break it. Too bad."
?My body shook, and sure enough, the dog blood and the cloth were not small, so I hesitated for a while, and I promised Mrs. He that I would try not to let my mother come out.
However, I have no way to communicate with her in advance, so I can only try my luck.
Mrs. He glanced back at me and said, "Since you agreed, this matter will not be difficult. Write a letter from a dead person, and use my old lady's methods, and she will know."
I was overjoyed, and immediately asked Mrs. He what to do! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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