There was a slight change in Leng Han's dull eyes. He was very afraid of the person in front of him, a fear deep in his soul. This fear drove him to do things that he couldn't usually do, and to say things that he couldn't usually say. It seemed that
Nao Dai also had a glimmer of inspiration at this time!
Mr. Lu smiled slyly: "Very good! Very good!"
He sat across from Leng Han, with a sinister smile covering his pale face, which looked like a demon from hell under the light. His face seemed to have some kind of magic power. When Leng Han saw it, his soul screamed, as if he was falling into the abyss, unable to control himself.
!
Mr. Lu was very satisfied and tapped his finger on the table. The rhythm was even and strange, neither slow nor fast, and seemed to last forever. Every time he tapped, Leng Han's soul trembled.
"Damn! Here we go again, old man!" the white soul cursed. Obviously, he was not affected. However, every time the soul opposite him trembled, a trace of strange power poured into it, and the soul
He became a little stronger, but his eyes were still dull and his vitality was reduced a little!
In the study, Mr. Lu tapped the table at a steady pace.
"What does one plus one equal?"
Mr. Lu asked unhurriedly, his voice seemed far away and close, and it was bone-chilling cold!
"What does one plus one equal?"
"What does one plus one equal?"
"What does one plus one equal?"
Leng Han's eyes were blank. He repeated this sentence over and over again!
"One plus one equals three!"
Mr. Lu's cold and eerie voice sounded faintly!
"One plus one, wait three!"
"One plus one, wait three!"
"One plus one, wait three!"
Leng Han's eyes were blank and he repeated this sentence over and over again!
"Two plus two equals five!" Mr. Lu said again.
Leng Han followed Dao Nian: "Two plus two, equals five!"
"Three plus three equals seven!" Mr. Lu said.
Leng Han and Dao thought, "Three plus three, equals seven!"
"Four plus four equals nine!" Mr. Lu said.
Leng Han said to Dao, "Four plus four, equals nine!"
"Yeah! Very good!" Mr. Lu smiled sinisterly. Then he patted the storage bag on his waist, and four rectangular yellow papers appeared in his hands. These yellow papers were about one foot long and three inches wide.
Written in seal script, the words three, five, seven, nine, etc. are written respectively!
"Go!" Mr. Lu shouted coldly! The four pieces of yellow paper in his hand flashed with yellow light, and then flashed again and shot toward the four corner flags in the room.
The moment the yellow paper approached the command flag, a low roar sounded from within the command flag. Immediately afterwards, the yellow paper glowed brightly, flashed again, and then disappeared into the command flag.
Suddenly, yellow lights rolled out from the four corners of the room, accompanied by roaring sounds, instantly covering the study room.
At this time, Mr. Lu was sitting opposite Leng Han with a solemn expression. This set of flags is the Confucian sect's magic number prohibition flag, which is equivalent to the Taoist sect's natural prohibition flag and the Buddhist formation prohibition flag. To put it bluntly, the three
They are all prohibited devices!
There are six arts in Confucianism, and Shu is only one of them. As long as a Confucian monk can master two of them, he can be considered as having an upper-middle level qualification. However, the vast majority of Confucian monks can only practice the art of calligraphy throughout their lives.
Therefore, the art of 'calligraphy' has become a common Confucianism among Confucian monks!
This set of spell flags has nine branches in total, from one to nine, and the spell numbers are intertwined and ever-changing. This spell flag was obtained by Mr. Lu accidentally. It is obvious to see the traces of ancient nourishment emitted by the spell flag.
It's an ancient thing.
Mr. Qilu had come to this for a long time, but he himself knew nothing about magic. After several years of hard work, he finally mastered the superficial application of magic. But now his soul is seriously injured, and his realm has been greatly reduced.
.With no choice but to use yellow paper to help complete the process.
The yellow paper is called Confucianism, which is similar to the Taoist talismans and the Buddhist mantras. It belongs to the "ritual" art among the six arts of Confucianism.
Mr. Lu's soul was seriously damaged and he needed to absorb other people's souls for nourishment. Of course, the requirements for other people's souls were also very strange. They had to have incomplete souls, but his vitality was strong and his mental and spiritual acupoints seemed to be awake but not awake, and seemed to be open but not open.
Regarding this almost perverted request, Mr. Lu originally planned to give up. Unexpectedly, he accidentally discovered such an existence three years ago. This made him overjoyed, so he lived in seclusion here.
Absorbing other people's souls is a sinful thing and will inevitably be affected by some kind of invisible energy. Therefore, Mr. Lu must make complete preparations so that he can hide it from the enemy. He has been making such preparations for the past three years.
However, the damage to his soul had reached the point where he could no longer wait any longer, so he had no choice but to act in advance!
The yellow light rolled down, and traces of strange power continued to come out of it.
Mr. Lu's cold eyes were flickering, and groups of spells flashed in his eyes.
"One plus one equals three!"
"Two plus two equals five!"
"Three plus three equals seven!"
"Four plus four equals nine!"
Low roars sounded again and again. Leng Han, who was sitting opposite Mr. Lu, his eyes dull, repeated the low roars again and again, and strange power poured into his body!
"Damn it! Damn it! This old man Lu must be damned... We can't let him go on like this, otherwise, I will really become the most miserable time traveler in the history of time travel!" The white soul gritted his teeth and looked at the other person opposite who was in agony.
A soul. This soul is the master of this body. At this moment, the vitality of this soul is disappearing bit by bit!
If the soul of this body is swallowed, then the white soul may be permanently imprisoned in this body, and may even disappear with the death of this body!
Even though the white soul was extremely anxious, he could only watch helplessly and had no choice but to do anything!
Mr. Lu's face became more and more solemn, and drops of sweat as big as soybeans fell down. After a while, under the entire yellow glow, traces of light green gas floated out from Leng Han's nose, and then were covered by Lu
Take it from the old man!
However, at this moment, a buzzing sound of insects sounded outside the bamboo house.
As soon as this inconspicuous and subtle sound of insects fell into Mr. Lu's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue, causing his face to change drastically!
"Spirit worm!"
Mr. Lu's face was ashen! His eyes were cloudy and uncertain.
At this moment, a figure came from the sky outside the house. This man was wearing a long black robe, with an old face and yellow skin, and a long beard under his forehead. He was dressed as a Confucian scholar. He stepped on a giant calligraphy instrument and was as fast as lightning. He landed on the bamboo in an instant.
Outside!
The visitor had a slight smile on his face and was not in a hurry to enter the house.
"Junior brother! You are really good at hiding, so that brother Wei can be found easily! Why, when brother Wei comes, won't junior brother welcome you?" The voice was not loud, but it reached Mr. Lu's ears clearly!
A hint of panic flashed through Mr. Lu's solemn look. He gritted his teeth and quickly activated the Shu Shu command flag, while reluctantly saying: "Senior brother is a guest from afar, and junior brother should have greeted you with all your might.
It's an important matter, it's inconvenient. Senior brother, please come back. One day, junior brother will bear the burden of apology!"
"Haha! Junior brother is joking. I have come all the way for my brother. How can I go back here? If I can't welcome you, my brother will break in!" After saying that, the visitor stepped forward and started to break in.