These words from Coffin Boy made me nervous and my head shook like a drum. Master Coffin, can we not be so bloody and return to the realm of normal people?
"I just want to ask, is there any way to defeat this overwhelming technique? How should the person who is affected by the technique be saved? Can you tell who the person who performed the technique is from this?"
Tonight, the coffin guy seemed to be in a good mood. Uncommonly, he pulled out two small benches and put them aside, obviously inviting Lang Hongyi and me to sit down and talk.
He himself sat on a coffin board and looked at us sideways from under his hood. After seeing us actually sitting down, he reached out with satisfaction, took the wooden figure wrapped in red cloth, and began to tinker with it.
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"Your Uncle Wu has given you this job?"
After understanding the purpose of my visit, he immediately knew that it was me, not Uncle Wu, who was handling the matter this time.
Without waiting for my answer, I continued, "This is a very superficial trick in the art of victory. It is to marry a ghost on behalf of someone. This wooden figure must have a living person's horoscope and blood on it, and the toad represents
They are ghost relatives."
The coffin boy had already begun to take off the red cloth on the wooden figure. After a while, a small hole in the chest of the wooden figure was revealed, and a piece of paper pulled out of it had the number eight clearly written on it.
And on the wooden man's back, a bright red color had dried up, and it could be seen that it was blood.
"Toads, geckos, scorpions, centipedes, and snakes are regarded as the five poisons. They are inherently yin. Although I didn't see the toad, it must be a female. The person who performed the spell was cruel, and it will definitely cause harm to the victim.
People cannot get a good relationship, either because they have grudges or because they have enemies."
Lang Hongyi listened with curiosity to the coffin boy talking about these things that even I knew very little about, and answered my third question naturally.
"According to this, the person who performs the spell must first have a grudge against Zhou Xi, and secondly, be someone who knows his birth date, can obtain his blood, and can enter and exit his room smoothly without being suspected."
I also thought about this, and added at the end, "This person also needs to be a carpenter!"
I'm not anxious about finding the person who did it. I'm more anxious about whether Zhou Xi can be saved?
"Coffin boy, this technique has been completed, can that person be saved? Isn't it more important to break the technique first?"
The coffin boy stuffed the eight characters he took out back into the wooden figure, returned the things to me, and said slowly, "The spell has been broken. After you kill the ghostly married girl, the toad will be dead."
Jue, you still have to think of your own way to save people, I can't help you with anything."
Now that the Art of Weary of Victory has been broken, Zhou Xi's coma will not be due to the influence of this spell, but other reasons. Another thing I still remember is that when the Art of Weary of Victory is broken, the backlash is usually very serious.
Yes, it will double the effect on the caster.
If I want to find the person who performed the surgery, I can find the suspect by looking at who has suddenly suffered from abnormal symptoms recently.
This is also thanks to Coffin Boy's reminder. It seems that this person should still be in the village, or in other words, around the Zhou family!
"What will be the most intuitive manifestation of the backlash of the art of aversion to victory?"
The coffin boy turned his attention to the little wooden figure in my hand and said word by word, "The price of hurting Tianhe is first of all being haunted by ghosts and increased Yin Qi. Look at me, can't you think of it?"
Is there Shang Tianhe? Coffin Boy is indeed a typical representative, and he is an existence that goes against the will of heaven, which is why he looks so weird now.
It suddenly dawned on me!
Previously at Zhou's house, there was a ghostly atmosphere inside and outside the house. I originally thought it was related to the previous ghost fire burning the door, or because Zhou Xi and the ghost married girl had already been married for a long time and had been together secretly for a while.
The woman brought it in.
Now it seems that I thought in the wrong direction from the beginning and completely misunderstood the goal. It is possible that the ghostly energy emanated from the person who performed the spell misled my entire train of thought.
No wonder Uncle Wu would resolutely stay in the Zhou family and guard Zhou Xi. He must have discovered something was wrong.
I stood up in a hurry, turned around and rushed back to Zhou's house with Lang Hongyi.
I don’t have much sense of justice in my bones, so I don’t allow myself to see a person with such sinister intentions wandering among the crowd. If the incident of ghost marriage to a girl hadn’t happened, I don’t know what kind of trouble there would be for such a person later.
It's a time bomb.
When I was about to leave, Coffin Boy stopped me.
"Ye Sanman, if you want to save people, let's see if you have this ability. As long as the ghost wife and the ghost wife are married to each other, their souls will have entered the underworld. It will be extremely difficult to get them back. You have to do this.
Think twice.”
I heard that this was Coffin Boy reminding me, so I turned around and raised my hand to the person who was still sitting on the coffin board in the room, said thank you, and rushed out of Coffin Boy's house without thinking much.
I could only hear the intermittent voice from behind me, the emotionless voice of the coffin boy, singing this passage softly, "The bright moon star and the ghost marry the mother, it is actually a man-made disaster, the hard and slender man, the ghost pulls the soul in the dark of the night, the cock crows at dawn and the tomb grass
long……"
The darkness around me was not as gloomy as my current mood. The pace of my steps never stopped, and the thoughts in my mind never slowed down.
For the sake of the stability of the village, and for the people not to be disturbed by evil spirits, Uncle Wu’s ribs were broken, and Lang Hongyi and I had a narrow escape from death yesterday and were all in pain.
And the root cause of all this is either the sinful debts made by these people's selfishness or the vicious means used by people with good intentions to achieve their goals. I really can't figure out the hearts of these people. I would like to ask them even more. If I had known better,
Today, would you still do something like that back then?
I hurt one Zhou Xi, and almost cost the lives of eight other people, and by the way, my life and that of Lang Hongyi. Have you ever felt guilty?
Lang Hongyi's eyes were very bright in the dark night. He always walked not far from me, forming a tandem formation with me, slightly two steps behind me, and his protective meaning was obvious.
Maybe he also saw that I was very confused now, and almost forgot to be more vigilant and prepared for possible emergencies in such an unstable time at night.
really!
I don't have any thoughts on my own safety now. All these messy things are filling my mind, causing a kind of resentment in my heart, which is even expanding infinitely.
Why...why can these ignorant people do these things by any means, and then still enjoy the gifts of sunshine and rain with peace of mind, but those of us who eat yin and yang must fight for their mistakes.
The injustice of others paying for my consumption filled my heart, and my eyes were almost red as I walked into the Zhou family courtyard, which was still brightly lit.
I walked into Zhou Xi's room that was full of ghosts and yin energy, and saw the man on the kang who still didn't know whether he was alive or dead!
What did this person do to make some people hate him so much? Is it worth our risking our lives to save him?
I didn't notice at all that Uncle Wu kept staring into my eyes with a serious look on his face after seeing us coming back.
"Ye Sanman, please wake up!"
Uncle Wu's loud shouts made my eardrums hurt, and my mind was lucid for a moment.
Lang Hongyi also noticed something strange about me, and blocked the people who came after hearing the news from outside. There were only three of us in the room, and there was a living dead lying on the kang.
Letting out a long breath of the turbid air I was holding in my heart, I rubbed my aching temples and asked Uncle Wu a little strangely, "I just... felt a little weird, what's wrong with me?"