Liang Houzai sighed and shook his head and said, "Unless you find the source of the psychic medium, it cannot be cracked at all. In the ancient witchcraft of Yelang clan, there is a life-replenishing technique that is very similar to this one."

When he said this, I couldn't help but frown: "Is the source easy to find?"

Liang Houzai still shook his head: "These psychics are all evil gods in the mountains. Who knows which corner of the deep mountains and forests they are hiding? Unless the person who casts the magic tells you what kind of witchcraft he is performing and where the evil gods he is invited, otherwise, this curse will definitely be with you for the rest of his life."

I told Liang Houzai about the passing by when I was almost hit by a car at the school gate, and also told me that a black shadow flew out of the car door. Finally, I asked him: "If I remove that black shadow, can I crack this witchcraft?"

Liang Houzai: "No, the black shadow you see is only a small part of the power of the evil god. If you get rid of this one, there will be the next one, and you will never have a head."

I've been living in the industry for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered an unsolvable magic.

I rubbed my temples and asked Liang Houzai again: "What exactly is the evil god you are talking about?"

Liang Houzai thought for a while and said, "Generally speaking, the evil god is not a specific evil spirit, but a very huge Qi field. For example, the ancient battlefield, some ancient battlefields are located in the deep mountains. After the soldiers die, the Yin Qi, the corpse Qi and the resentment cannot be dissipated. Over time, these Qi fields are like fermenting, which will be twisted and deteriorated, and finally merged together to form a huge Qi field with self-consciousness. Such Qi field is the evil god mentioned in witchcraft."

I smiled helplessly: "That's really not easy to deal with, but it doesn't matter. Now let's find the person who casts the magic first."

"No, once you are hit by this curse, as long as the curse is still working, you will never find someone to cast the magic." Liang Houzai shook his head and said.

He kept shaking his head since the beginning, which made me a little annoyed: "Damn, then isn't this technique completely unsolvable?"

Liang Houzai: "You can't say that either. Although I can't break the curse on you, I should have a way to make it temporarily lose its effect."

I raised my eyebrows: "What does it mean to have a solution?"

Liang Houzai frowned: "I'm afraid I'll have to use witchcraft now, but over the years, although I have learned the book that my master gave me, I only understand all theoretical things. I have never practiced it, and I don't know if it can be successful."

I asked him, "Is there any other way now?"

He pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Oh, no matter whether you can succeed or not, you have to try it." I took a pair of chopsticks from the table and handed it to him: "Let's have a meal first. After you have enough, you will do whatever you want. I will cooperate with you with all my strength."

Although Liang Houzai and I were not as exaggerated as Liu Shangang’s meal, we were both very fast. I also knew that eating too fast would not be good for our health. But for those like us who have been practicing morning exercise since childhood and have been constantly compressing the time in the morning to catch up with school, eating fast is really impossible.

After dinner, I started to clean up the table, while Liang Houzai took out his suitcase.

When I finished washing the dishes and chopsticks appeared in the kitchen, I found a box of cinnabar on the coffee table, and some black things. The thing looked like persimmon cakes painted black.

I picked up one and looked at it. The more I looked, I felt it looked like a persimmon cake, so I asked Liang Houzai: "Is this thing a persimmon cake?"

Liang Houzai nodded: "It is made of persimmons that are not ripe yet, coated with ink and charcoal ash."

I didn't expect this thing to be a persimmon cake.

At this time, Liang Houzai took out a canned bottle from his luggage, which contained a yellow powder.

I asked him again: "Is the bottle filled with...realia?"

This time Liang Houzai shook his head: "No, this thing is called 'live powder' in Yelang's ancient witchcraft, and there is also a 'chai powder' corresponding to it, but we don't need that now."

Speaking of this, Liang Houzai suddenly stopped and smiled at me.

I know that this powder may be a very important thing in his inheritance and I can't reveal more to me.

He put the canned bottle on the tea table and started wandering around the house. I didn't know what he was doing, and asked him if he needed help. He just waved his hand and said, "No."

Liang Houzai walked around the house and I felt like he was calculating the area of ​​the house, so he shouted to her: "Eighty square meters."

Liang Houzai was stunned for a moment and asked me: "What?"

I said, "This house is eighty square meters away from the common stall."

Liang Houzai said "hmm" and said again: "I'm estimating the perimeter of the outer area."

After that, he turned a few more times, and measured the size of each floor tiles with his steps. After a while, he returned to the suitcase and took out a piece of clean rice paper. He first poured out some yellow powder from the can, and then mixed cinnabar in a certain proportion and stirred it evenly.

When the mixed powder on the rice paper looked completely orange from a distance, Liang Houzai took out a small cloth bag with blue florals from his suitcase.

The cloth bag contains a very long canine tooth, and the tooth blade is very sharp.

Liang Houzai carefully placed the canine teeth on the rice paper, then raised his head and said to me: "Brother Dao, I can only let the evil god's Qi field come and go, but to calm it down, it still depends on you."

I asked Liang Houzai what I needed to do, but after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and focused on chanting the mantra that he couldn't understand.

It was a language I had never heard before. Liang Houzai just whispered softly at first, but later, he "sang" the spell with a strange melody.

Maybe that cannot be called "sing" at all, but his voice is rising and falling, and his tone is constantly changing in high pitch and low to form a rhythm, or rhythm similar to the singing.

Five minutes later, Liang Houzai suddenly opened his eyes. The moment his eyelids opened, I seemed to see a light blue light flashing across his pupils, but the light was fleeting. Before I could see clearly, Liang Houzai's pupils returned to their original color.

He looked at me and reached out to me with a hand.

Although he didn't say anything, I could understand what he meant and reached out to him. Liang Houzai grabbed my hand, picked up the fangs on the table, and gently poked it on my ring finger. I felt a sharp stinging pain in my fingertips.

Only then did I see clearly that a narrow blood groove was opened on the side of the canine teeth. Blood flowed into the blood groove along the wound on my hand, and dripped into the powder on rice paper along the blood groove.

Liang Houzai immediately picked up the glass cup on the table, poured all the powder mixed with cinnabar and my blood in it, ran to the kitchen to collect water, and dissolved the powder in the cup.

At that time, I was still thinking that Liang Houzai wouldn't let me drink this cup of orange water.

Fortunately, he didn't.

He took out a clean white cloth from his suitcase, and then rushed to the balcony of the guest room with a cup.

I had never seen anyone perform witchcraft and was curious about what he was going to do, so I followed him to the balcony.

He was soaked in a cup with white cloth and drew patterns on the balcony windows.

Before the liquid in the cup was dried out, I could still see the patterns clearly, but after the liquid was dried out, nothing could be seen. The orange powder and the orange liquid did not leave any traces on the window.

Afterwards, Liang Houzai ran to my bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom again, and drew such patterns on each window. When he finished drawing the last pattern on the bathroom window, all the liquid in the cup happened to be used up.

Since the beginning, Liang Houzai has always given me a nervous feeling. It was not until he put the cup on the windowsill that I felt that he had returned to normal.

He let out a long sigh and said to me, "Next, we have to put a black persimmon cake at the corners of every two walls."

Seeing that he was sweating profusely and looked very tired and weak, I asked him to take a break first, while I picked up the persimmon cakes on the table and turned around the room.

According to Liang Houzai's instructions, I put a persimmon cake in every corner of the house, and then carefully checked it and confirmed that there were no missing anything before returning to the living room.

Liang Houzai was wiping the sweat on his head with a tissue. I sat on the sofa and looked at him and said, "Why do you sweat so much? Is it very much to use such witchcraft? But I didn't feel that you have condensed your mind power just now."

He smiled and said, "Some witchcraft cannot condense the mind power when used. Moreover, witchcraft is different from the techniques we practice normally. The qi field we practice usually is clear, most of which are either yin or yang, but witchcraft is different. Sometimes it not only needs to use yin and yang energy at the same time, but also some evil energy. When we perform other magic, if we fail, it will probably be backfired. But once witchcraft fails, many times the caster will be "swallowed", which is really a disaster."

I couldn't help but frown: "As you say, the risk of using witchcraft is much greater than that of walking on the gang?"

Liang Houzai: "Yes, although witchcraft is generally very powerful, it is not only risky to use, but also extremely lengthy and difficult to use in actual combat."

I sighed helplessly: "I think the actual combat of witchcraft is quite strong. Look at me, wouldn't you be hit?"

"Well," Liang Houzai nodded: "If witchcraft is used in conjunction with the strategy, it will sometimes be difficult to guard against if it is used properly. Brother Dao, actually, I think what happened to your school this time may be targeted at you."

I agree with Liang Houzai's statement: "I think so too. After all, we just dealt with the corpse a day ago, and something happened at school today. It's too coincidental. I guess the person who posted the post might just want to attract me to leave a message. By the way, when I saw that post, I was wondering, 'There is a dead person hanging on the city gate, and the toast planted rice immediately'. What does this sentence mean?"

Liang Houzai said: "This should be a very ancient proverb. Some of the ancient witchcraft of the Yelang people are also used in conjunction with such proverbs. The book that Master gave me records a proverb, which is very similar to the proverb in the post. The proverb says that the king of a small country killed the ministers, broke the corpse and threw the corpse on a wasteland. After the next year, a large amount of rice grew on the wasteland."

I said, "Where is such a long proverb? This is clearly a story."
Chapter completed!