It wasn't that He Naizi didn't want to talk to Mr. Long, or that she didn't care about her children's good deeds. It was just that when they arrived at Taiqinggou, He Naizi got in touch with Baqi.
"Baqi, I'm here, what are the rules?"
"Why are you so stained?
Hurry up and let the punishment from heaven come down and chop you down to consume the energy of the punishment from heaven."
Is this human language?
I didn't ask carefully just now, and the situation was wrong. Now after hearing these words, He Naizi started to get distracted.
"No, Baqi, I'm crazy. It's a punishment from heaven. Can I resist it?
Are you treating me as cannon fodder, or are you treating me as a fool?
Why don't you come out and consume it?
How many times can I consume it? Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”
Baqi felt bitter, but she couldn't say why she didn't consume it?
Otherwise, how could eight heads become seven?
"He Naizi, are you stupid?
Activate the shaman formation on Taiqing Valley to help you resist.
Who told you to resist?"
He Naizi recalled that the last time he fought against Huang Ping and the others, it was because of the blessing of his ancestors that he turned defeat into victory after the formation was activated.
The grand formation is definitely a good thing for serious shamans, but it is a punishment from heaven, and it is also a serious thing.
"Baqi, tell me, can you withstand this big formation?"
"It must be fine. It was originally designed to resist divine punishment. As long as you put some of that kid's blood in it and activate the formation, there will be absolutely no problem."
Having said this, He Naizi finally felt confident, but the key question had not yet been discussed?
"Baqi, after consuming the Heavenly Punishment, what happens next?"
The principle of not being able to afford breakfast without profit is not accurate enough. If we don’t consider the situation of starving to death, wouldn’t it be uncomfortable to lie in bed morning, noon and night?
Baqi couldn't understand what He Naiko was referring to. There was no point in drawing cakes or anything like that. He could only tell the truth.
"Without heaven's punishment, my masters can go out. The current situation in the world is that we should walk sideways, walk vertically, and walk as we please.
As for what benefits you can get, I dare not say. I can only tell you that based on past friendship and your performance today, I will definitely give you a thirsty mouth.
It's up to you."
He Naizi is quite convinced of Baqi's promise, and it is also very true. As for the benefits that he will get if this thing is really done, do he still need to consider it?
As long as the ancestral shaman clan has any influence, the Nimacha family will take off, and no one of the eight shaman families will be able to use it.
When Master Long mentioned the child, a light flashed in He Naizi's eyes, but Master Long finally interrupted her relationship with Baqi.
If you commit murder and do not gain virtue for your children, then you will be struck to death by lightning the moment you give birth to your child, because too many people have died by your own hands.
"Oh, Xiaolonglong, don't make any noise. Our children rely on their strong bloodline and the blessings of their ancestors. They won't care about these illusory karma. As long as the ancestors have accumulated good deeds, we don't need to work blindly. Don't worry."
With that said, He Naizi took out the box containing small black pills from his arms, took out three pills from it, and handed them to Mr. Long.
"Come on, Xiaolonglong, it's time to take medicine."
Young Master Long looked at the small black pill in horror and wanted to slap his mouth.
Why don't you mention the child?
It's all my own fault.
They say it takes so many days to form a habit. In fact, this is not objective at all. For some things, the focus is on frequency, not the length of time.
Just like Mr. Long now, when he saw the little black pill, he thought of going to the kang, and he was a little reluctant to accept it.
I just saw the motionless relatives and friends around me from the corner of my eye, and felt a little embarrassed.
In this situation, is it really good to go to the kang?
Besides, there was no kang, and it was very cold on the ice.
"He Naizi, there are so many people watching, why do you still have such thoughts?"
As soon as He Naizi heard this, he understood that Mr. Long was wrong.
What are your thoughts?
I didn't have any thoughts, I just felt sorry for Mr. Long's poor physique.
Young Master Long blushed and looked at He Naizi.
He wanted to resist, but he was afraid of hurting He Naizi's self-esteem, because he had never refused, but on such an occasion, there was a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome.
Oh, forget it, life should be lived wonderfully. There is a first time for everything, so it’s no big deal to experience it.
Looking at the people around him who had turned into sculptures again, Long Shao had other thoughts.
Let's treat this matter as a bargaining chip tactfully. What if it works?
"He Naizi, if I take medicine, can you save them?"
He Naizi is like treating a sick child who refuses to take medicine. As long as he takes the medicine, nothing will be a problem.
"No problem. In fact, it's for your own good that I take the medicine quickly."
Hearing He Naizi's promise, Mr. Long felt a chill in his heart. There was no sincerity and it was completely perfunctory. It seemed that these villagers were doomed and could only place their hopes on Cai Gen.
With his eyes closed, Young Master Long opened his mouth, waiting for He Naizi to give him the medicine.
After stuffing the medicine into Young Master Long's mouth, He Naizi began to roll up the sleeves of Young Master Long's clothes.
Feeling something strange on his body, Mr. Long closed his eyes with a look of determination on his face. He couldn't escape this situation after all, so he cooperated and started to unbutton his clothes.
"He Naizi, it's a bit cold, otherwise
Oops, what are you doing?"
Young Master Long felt a pain on his wrist and opened his eyes in horror. A familiar feeling came to his heart.
By the way, taking medicine is not only about getting on the bed, but also about drawing blood?
How could I have forgotten this problem?
It's not that I have a bad memory, it's just that I forgot it on purpose. After all, it's not very good.
Seeing that the wound on his wrist was spurting out blood, Mr. Long was no longer surprised. The power of habit is so powerful, whether it was getting on the bed or drawing blood.
I haven't developed any resistance to medicine yet, but this little pill is quite powerful. It just went to the wrong place and sprayed all on the ice. I felt a little bit regretful.
"He Naizi, what are you doing? Why don't you take the bottle and order it?"
He Naizi held Mr. Long's wrist and watched his blood spurting out, silently calculating in his heart, how much would be enough?
The last time I started the formation was accidental, and I didn't calculate the flow rate. Is it necessary to take away Master Long's time?
When I was considering whether to add medicine to Mr. Long, I saw a golden light on the ice. Around the edge of Taiqing Valley, a circle of glittering golden totem poles rose up, and then it was like opening a golden umbrella.
A barrier composed of ancient runes shrouded the entire Taiqing Valley.
The moment the formation was activated, the black death energy on the Taiqing ditch disappeared in an instant, and it was as bright as day, as if everything had been baptized, but the villagers had not woken up yet.
Seeing the strange phenomenon in front of him and the dissipated black energy, Mr. Long quickly walked to his eldest cousin and shook it slightly.
"Cousin, wake up."
The eldest cousin didn't answer, his eyes were still full of death. As Young Master Long shook, he fell to the ice with a thud, his whole body stiff, as if he had been frozen.
"Xiao Longlong, stop fussing, the dead energy has entered the body, the Yang energy cannot circulate, and it is useless without the most positive thing to stimulate it."
