After hearing what Master said, I started to look on both sides of the road.
This is a mountain forest, not many people pass by on weekdays, and the surrounding shrubs and weeds are dense.
There is naturally a lot of dead grass.
But this mulberry tree seems not to be seen:
"Master, there are dry grasses, but there don't seem to be any mulberry trees around!"
Master was stunned on the other end of the phone, and then said in a deep voice:
"There are no mulberry trees. Just see if there are eucalyptus trees, sycamore trees..."
As soon as Master finished speaking, Mo Ting beside him pointed in a direction and motioned for me to look.
I found a sycamore tree in the direction Mo Ting pointed.
The sycamore tree is not big, only about the thickness of a human leg, and it grows quite luxuriantly.
"Master, I have a sycamore tree here."
After listening to this, Master said to me seriously on the phone:
"Okay! It's okay to have sycamore trees.
Now listen carefully, just find some hay where you are.
Follow the method I usually teach you to tie up a scarecrow, and tie up a hay man.
Stuff a few of your hair into the straw man's head.
Finally, use the blood from your fingertips to write your date of birth and approximate address on the sycamore skin, then press it upside down on the straw man.
Next, you keep circling around the straw man to the right.
If the idiot doesn't move, you can't stop, do you understand?"
I frowned slightly, could it be that Master wanted to do it remotely?
Want to use a straw man to help me fight off that headless evil?
I was thinking about it, but I didn’t have time to ask any more nonsense.
After hesitating for a while, he immediately responded:
"Master, I'll do it now!"
After saying that, I put down the phone.
Because this place was quiet at night, Mo Ting could hear everything I said on the phone with Master.
Mo Ting's stomach still hurts, but it's much better than before.
Seeing me hang up the phone, he said to me:
"Brother Qin, you go pick out the bark of the tree. I'll pick up the bark. Split up and work quickly."
Seeing that his condition was stable, I nodded:
"good!"
After saying that, the two of us took action separately.
I took out the fox paws on my body and came to the sycamore tree.
The fox's claws are extremely sharp and hard, and they scratch the bark of the tree.
A "hiss" sound is a cut.
I drew a rectangle and then tore off the bark with my hands.
Some damage, not quite complete.
But it shouldn't be a big problem.
After holding the bark, I wasn't afraid of pain.
Use the fox paw to directly pierce the tip of the middle finger of your right hand.
When I saw the blood coming out, I wrote my birth date and the approximate location of this place on the bark of the sycamore tree.
Blood stained and not very neat.
But I can barely see the content clearly.
After I finished writing, Lao Mo was already on the roadside, tearing down a lot of hay.
And quickly, a straw man forty to fifty centimeters long was tied up.
It has hands and feet, but no facial features.
When I saw that the straw man had been tied up, I pulled out a few hairs on his head and stuffed them into the straw man's head.
According to the master's instructions, fasten the bark of the sycamore tree with the birth date and place on the straw man.
Then, I started to circle around the hay man to the right.
I don't know why I have to spin in circles, but Master must have a reason for saying so.
So while circling around, he said to Mo Ting:
"Old Mo, why don't you leave now and I'll hold off that headless evil spirit here!"
Moting smiled lightly:
"The day the broken sword is reforged and the knight returns.
Didn't you say we should go together?
As the younger generation's urban guardian, the apostle of light.
Destiny will make his choice!"
Lao Mo's words were vague, but his expression was firm.
I used to hear Mo Ting speak some two-dimensional chuunihua, which made me clench my toes with embarrassment.
But at this juncture, between life and death.
Not only did I not feel embarrassed, but I gained a strong sense of trust and identification with Moting.
While spinning in circles, he smiled slightly.
Yes! Let fate make its choice!
Facing the headless and vicious pursuit, do not fight him off.
Escape is basically meaningless...
I have experienced so many dangers before, and I believe that I will turn them into good fortune this time.
I nodded to Mo Ting and said no more.
Go around and around the straw man.
It probably turned around more than ten times.
The straw man covered by the bark of the sycamore tree has undergone some strange changes.
Mo Ting and I discovered that bursts of white smoke suddenly appeared from the covered straw man, wisps of it.
It's like when sparks appear in the body of a straw man, before the open flame appears, the white smoke that appears is almost the same...
"The straw man is smoking!"
Mo Ting spoke in surprise.
Seeing this in his eyes, he also nodded:
"It should be my master who is doing it."
The feet did not stop and continued to turn.
Master made it very clear that if the idiot doesn't move, I can't stop.
However, at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly came from the end of the road.
The next second, a deep and hoarse voice was heard:
"Damn you guys, let's see what tricks you can come up with this time..."
When Mo Ting and I heard this voice, our hearts tightened and we looked up.
I found a headless man with mouth and eyes standing at the end of the road.
It was none other than the headless and vicious man.
Although Mo Ting and I were mentally prepared.
But when they saw the headless beast again, they couldn't help but gasp.
Is it a blessing or a curse? There is no way to avoid the curse...