As soon as Baqi howled, the black bow turned into a whip and whipped at Baqi.
"Crying, crying, the work is not finished yet, why are you crying?
Let us out quickly, quickly and happily.
Xiaoliu"
The seemingly soft and invisible black smoke hit Baqi's body, causing his skin and flesh to burst open, and the wine barrel to fly away.
Baqi stopped crying immediately. Are these still his masters?
This urgent feeling seems to be expressed with extreme restraint. Is there something wrong?
Feeling the pain in his body, Baqi is no longer the same Xiaoliu he was before. After endless years of baptism, he would have been gone long ago if his brain was not working well.
We have lived together for such a long time and have never hit ourselves?
Moreover, this black smoke is so strange and evil. The breath contains a shocking unwillingness and resentment, especially the endless death energy. It really cannot be connected with the owners in the memory.
Could it be that the reason why the masters are sealed inside is because something has changed?
Could it be that the reason why shamanism, which is inherited by ancestral witches, puts up such a big battle array is not to visit the tombs, worship, protect and prevent theft, but to seal it?
Thinking of this, Baqi felt that he had definitely thought too much. How could shamanism suppress the ancestral witch clan?
Isn’t that more outrageous than digging up your ancestor’s grave with your own hands?
But, what is the reason for this frightening feeling?
After being beaten by the black smoke, my whole body felt as if it had been touched by the God of Death. I was lifeless and couldn't feel whether I was still alive.
Baqi thought about the last thing and remembered the sound of Xiaoliu screaming in the black smoke.
How many years has it been since no one called me Xiaoliu?
They are absolutely the masters, they are not wrong, they can never be wrong.
The masters still remember me, and I can still see the masters, so what worries do I have?
No matter what the masters become, they are still their own masters.
They became Buddhas, and Baqi accompanied them by burning incense and kowtow.
They became demons, and Baqi followed them to harm the world and cause harm to justice.
No need to choose, no need to weigh, no need to judge, Baqi will follow the master's footsteps without hesitation.
After understanding his own mind, Baqi no longer hesitated and ran up, shouting at the same time.
"Masters, don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I go. I'm just missing one, just one missing. Wait for me."
Baqi followed the exit to the bottom of Taiqinggou Lake, and then came to the ice through the ice cave where Master Long released the fish.
As soon as he came out, he met the rising sun on the morning of the second day of the lunar new year. The ray of sunshine completely dispelled the coldness caused by the black smoke, and Baqi felt comfortable all over.
It's not that cold-blooded animals hate the sun. As long as they are animals, they are more or less eager for the sun, because the sun can prove that they are alive, rather than the death that is conveyed by black smoke.
After Baqi regained his vitality, he went straight to Master Long's underground cellar, and he would be done with it one more time.
However, when they arrived at Dixiangzi, Baqi was stunned and stopped.
Because there is a piece of red cloth hanging on the door handle, which is the agreement between He Naizi and Baqi.
Hanging a red cloth means do not disturb, not suitable for children, and a restricted event is taking place.
The biggest advantage of Baqi is that he has the spirit of contract. Since he has made an agreement, he will not want to break it unless he has to.
In the past, in order to keep the promise, I would rather fight with Dayu. This shows how bright Baqi's advantages are.
He looked up at the sky, then at the smoke from the village in the distance, and finally even the firecrackers for the second grade dinner went off. Baqi finally couldn't wait any longer.
It’s the last totem pole, break it off and you’ll see the owners.
Forget it, agreements have limits.
After coughing, Baqi wanted to kick the door open.
However, within two seconds after she coughed, the cellar door opened.
He Naizi was fully dressed and looked at Baqi and her empty hands.
"What, is it done? Untied? What's inside?"
"No, there's still one last one left. Just draw blood again and that'll be fine."
"What about the wine barrel?"
Only then did Baqi realize that his hands were empty.
He passed He Naizi and quickly got on the kang. He grabbed Mr. Long's arm, opened his mouth and bit it.
This mouthful of blood was sucked very quickly. Before Young Master Long could react, his face turned pale, and before he could ask He Naizi for help, his eyes closed.
With blood in his mouth, Baqi rushed out of the door and ran a few steps before looking back at the stunned He Naizi.
After the seal is released, something may not happen. The underground cellar is too close to Taiqinggou and is not safe.
After living together with the Nimacha family for so many years, even if there is no emotion, there is still friendship after all. In those boring days of just living like a dog, the Nimacha family helped Baqi a lot.
Pointing to the bottom of Taiqing ditch and then to the village in the distance, Baqi felt that He Naizi could understand that he hoped that she would stay away from Taiqing ditch as much as possible to avoid being accidentally injured.
He Naizi gave his understanding immediately.
"Does it require a sacrifice to break the seal?
Do you want me to help you throw all the living people in that village into Taiqing ditch?"
This is called tacit understanding.
Baqi had a dark face and said nothing more, wishing you better luck.
Friendship or lack of friendship is just that.
It must be her fate to be implicated.
Without looking back, Baqi ran towards the ice cave where Master Long released the fish.
He Naizi looked at Baqi walking away and frowned.
When it comes to things like human sacrifice, Shintoism also does it.
To put it bluntly, Xiao Er was sacrificed alone.
Speaking more broadly, in order to cooperate with Hua Tou's project, countless people were sacrificed in Fuji Sanxia.
However, this is not your own territory. Is it okay to do sacrifices here?
Is Baqi serious about this?
As a clever person, I immediately thought that the things under Taiqinggou must have given Baqi great confidence, so he allowed himself to do bad things blatantly, right?
There are a hundred people in a village, what is the fastest way?
He Naizi was thinking about his thoughts while giving Mr. Long some tonic.
With a start, Mr. Long sat up and looked at his bite wound. It had healed unexpectedly.
Drawing blood this time was a bit exciting, which frightened Mr. Long. It also made him finally remember the true identities of these two girls. The reason why he was still alive was that one wanted to draw blood and the other wanted to get on the bed. As for what he could do
It's hard to say how long you will live?
Looking at the few masters lying on the ground, Mr. Long felt contempt and really didn't want to take another look. He expected everyone to work hard and he had to save himself.
"He Naizi, I'm marrying into your family, so I'm going to step in, right?"
He Naizi didn't understand why Mr. Long asked this in the first sentence after he woke up?
"Yeah, that's right."
"Then today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. I want to go back to my parents' home."
this
He Naizi couldn't laugh or cry. She really married a good husband. She fell into the role very quickly.
"The affairs here at Baqi are not over yet, so we can't leave."
Long Shao pointed in the direction of the village.
"Not far away, in the village over there, my mother's family are all there."
What a coincidence?
It would be better to sneak into the village, right?
He Naizi lovingly accommodated Mr. Long.
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll do as the Romans do."
