These hair-like things seem to be really alive, with red flowing along the white strands and into the wall.
It's like fishing, except that what you catch is not fish, but this blood-like red color.
Golden Requiem: Oh, what's going on? Are my eyes blurred? Why do I really seem to see blood on these things?
I am Little Pineapple: I seem to have seen something red too. Did Master Tang also inject his soul into it when he was the substitute for the scarecrow?
Nether Maniac: You guys must have seen it wrong, right? It should be stained with something like cinnabar.
Tang Sanmu shook his head gently: "To be precise, it's not cinnabar.
What was taken away by these hairs was the yang energy in me.
A little bit of Qi is a seed, and when it falls to the ground, it can take root.
My breath is full of vitality, and my branches and leaves are spreading wildly!
This is the method of pure yang entering yin, a little yang energy can breed in yin energy and stir up waves."
As soon as the words fell, a loud banging sound was heard from the wooden boards, as if someone was knocking heavily from the inside out.
After a while, the wooden board really cracked, and a rotten stench emitted from the inside, making Jiang Feng's already slow breathing become even slower.
At the same time, he frowned, not knowing for a moment whether he should breathe through his nose or his mouth.
Some of the cracks in the wooden boards seeped out thick black liquid, which was very viscous and disgusting.
"Good guy, you can really feel the stench through the screen."
"You didn't smell anything just now? So what kind of magical material is this wooden board made of? Is it so powerful at blocking odors?"
"Help, I'm torn! I feel so sick just looking at it!"
"So why did these wooden boards crack? It was also because of the cinnabar just now, ah, no, was it Yang Qi?"
Tang Sanmu nodded, and the camera switched to the rear camera, allowing the weapon friends to carefully see the cracks in the square planks.
A single move affects the whole body. When one of the boards cracks, the same happens to all the surrounding boards.
It cracked rapidly, and black liquid seeped out continuously.
"Those hairs are not purely dead things, but are transformed into human grievances. They are a kind of worm.
This kind of voodoo is quite powerful and indestructible. Just now my weapon friends have also seen that it can even pierce hard copper coins.
The ghostly energy gathers and turns into resentment Gu, this is Silk Gu.
If the physical body is penetrated, the blood will be sucked out, the yang energy will be swallowed up, and it will be introduced to the source.
As for what is there in the place of origin, you have to keep your eyes open and look carefully!"
While Tang Sanmu was talking, on the other side, Wu Wuwei was looking around.
Beside him, shadows appeared at some point.
These figures appeared on the walls and on the ground. They were not just figures, but the shadows on the ground also included some furniture, ornaments, vases and the like.
These are all shadows, but the outlines are so clear.
And the most strange thing is that these things do not exist in the mediocre room!
Not to mention the flower pots, maybe because of the recent nightmares, he was worried that it was related to the feng shui of his home.
Basically, everything in the house has been moved out, and now there is not even a single piece of decent furniture.
It seems that what is appearing on the wall now is the shadow of another house.
This scene made his scalp numb. He took a few steps back, pointed at the wall tremblingly and said: "I remembered! I remembered!"
I did see it before! I saw those weird things!
And I saw this scene not just once, but for several nights in a row.
But I don’t know why, but the next morning, I couldn’t think of anything!”
These figures don't care about Wu Wuwei, as if they live in a space similar to Wu Wuwei and cannot feel his presence.
In short, these people live a normal life in the shadows.
Drink water, do boxing, take a nap, sit on a stool and rock gently.
It seems to outline a variety of scenes.
On Tang Sanmu's side, pieces of wood fell to the ground one after another. With the sound of the wood decaying, the contents inside came to light again.
They turned out to be vivid human faces, pale and lifelike, but small holes could be seen.
In vain, the man was looking at the figures around him in astonishment, and the figures themselves did not seem to be hostile.
But in a sudden moment, these figures let out bursts of shrill screams.
A powerful force pushed Wu Wuwei onto the bed, and the bed itself made a miserable creaking sound.
Immediately afterwards, those figures broke away from the wall and the ground, gathered around Zuwuwei, and made a strange creaking sound in his throat...