"Mr. Michelle, please don't worry, please calm down!"

Wang Zhong's words use Zen chanting techniques, which have a soothing effect. Michelle was a little broken, and slowly stabilized.

"Here, he can't hurt you, please don't worry!"

"Thank you, thank you, I'm a little out of shape!"

Michelle Reagan drank a cup of hot coffee, his love was also restored to normal, and his eyes were bright when he looked at Wang Zhong, in his heart, Wang Zhong was his only hope.

"There are two ways to solve this problem. First, I can find you a piece of Feng Shui treasure land and use the power of Feng Shui to let you have your own heirs. But this method will treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and your descendants will still be cursed. ”

"The second way, I can communicate with the python and ask him to forgive you. Not only can you break the curse, but you can also get the protection of the python god. ”

According to Michelle's situation, Wang Zhong provided two options.

"This problem has been bothering me for a long time, and I hope that both programs will be done at the same time!"

Although Michelle couldn't understand some of the words, the general meaning of Wang Zhong was still clear. He did not hesitate to choose two options at the same time.

"Yes, I need about three months to do it, I hope Mr. Michelle will be patient!"

Wang Zhong nodded and communicated with Michelle in advance about the time.

"No problem, thank you!"

Michelle saw Wang Zhong take over the business, and said with some relief.

Michelle has a huge business empire to control, and after lunch at the ranch, she returns to Sydney under the escort of her bodyguards.

Wang Zhong did not have sex with Ruolan that night because he had a ritual that needed to be performed independently.

The method of entering the yin, some people also call it the method of entering dreams. Not only Taoism has this spell, but also Buddhism and immortals can use it, and the caster can communicate with ghosts and gods in his sleep, so as to achieve the effect of predicting the future. Many magical mages, gods who do not know the future, use this method to make predictions.

For example, if you go to visit a certain mage or a certain immortal, and before you speak, he will know what your name is, where you live, and what you want to ask him, isn't it very magical? Although "Zhou Yi" predicts that there is a method of breaking the meaning when reaching a high level, most of these people use the technique of entering the yin. However, because the method of entering the yin will come into contact with a large amount of yin qi, and the frequent use of it will be a great burden on the caster's body and spirit.

Wang Zhong is the Taoist master of the Wudang Nine Palace Sword Sect, an authentic Taoist lineage, and there is a slight difference between the ordinary method of entering the yin. Holding the magic trick and reciting the incantation, Wang Zhong reclined on the bed, and I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, he saw two Indian warriors with feathers in their heads, spears in their hands, and painted bodies standing in front of the bed.

"My lord, Zuma, please!"

The two Indian warriors bowed their waists and saluted, with respectful faces. Although they spoke the Indian language, Wang Zhong could understand their meaning, which was also a convenient way to communicate with the spirits, and the caster could understand the meaning of the spell no matter what language they used.

"Lead the way!"

Wang Zhong stood up from the bed, and looked at himself with the help of the mirror in the room, only to see that he was wearing a crimson crane, wearing a yin and yang crown, holding a Wudang real martial sword, with a heavenly master treasure seal hanging from his waist, and a cyan lotus flower on each shoulder on the top of his head. There is a faint blue light around the body. At first glance, he was an enlightened Quanzhen, and it was no wonder that the Indian warrior would be so respectful.

There are twelve golden-armored warriors with different expressions around him, and these twelve people are the six Ding Liujia god generals.

"See Dao Master!"

Seeing that Wang Zhongyuan was out of his body, the twelve golden-armored guards hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

"Get up!"

Wang Zhong said lightly.

"No!"

The golden-armored guards stood up and looked at the Indian warriors with vigilance, for if they did anything wrong, they would be killed immediately.

"Your Excellency, please!"

Two Indian warriors came out directly through the wall with the bell.

Outside the villa was parked an Indian-style carriage, a fleshless white bone horse, pulling a bronze chariot with many Indian decorations. The most wonderful thing is that there is a cyan flame in the eye sockets of the bone horse, and on the wheel of the chariot.

Behind the chariot was a black rut.

"My lord, please get in the car, Zuma has been waiting for a long time!"

Wang Zhong pressed the sword on his waist, and he was also a master of art, and he stepped into the carriage without hesitation.

The bone horse jogged to the shouts of the samurai. The wheels turned, leaving a black rut on the ground. The two samurai looked back from time to time in fear and flew out for a long time. The two settled down. Wang Zhong glanced back a little strangely, but found nothing. The bone horse moved very slowly, but it flew lightly over thousands of rivers and mountains.

By the time the chariot slowed down, Wang Zhong was already in a huge Indian camp. Illuminated by the campfire, there were Indian warriors painted with oil paint and a feather stuck in their heads.

Although the Indian warriors were vicious, no one dared to approach the carriage.

The two Indian warriors in the car whipped any warrior who tried to get closer, and each blow darkened the flames on the Indian warrior's body.

"My lord, it's here, and Zuma has been waiting for a long time!"

The carriage stopped in front of the largest tent in the camp, and the two samurai got out of the carriage and said respectfully.

The closed tent curtain was also lifted at this time, and dozens of wild boar lamps were lit in the huge tent, shining as if it were day. The fat of wild boar can be boiled in oil, and it is often used as fuel for lighting. There was a feast going on in the tent, and the Indian warriors, who were stronger than the warriors outside, kneeled on two plates with three feathers on their heads. In front of them were plates of roasted meat and fragrant wine. Kneeling in the center was a tall man with six feathers on his head and tattoos of a giant snake.

"Welcome our guests from afar!"

While Wang Zhong was watching Zuma, Zuma also spotted Wang Zhong wearing a Taoist robe. He stood up and said with a smile.

"Guests from afar, please take a seat!"

Only then did Wang Zhong discover that there was a food table in Zuma's place, which was stocked with wine and meat, but no one knelt down. I think it's for myself.

Wang Zhong was not polite, and went casually, kneeling on the dining table, his back straight, and looking ahead.

"I think God already knows my intentions, and I want to be a lobbyist for the Reagan family!"

"The white devil destroys my seedling, destroys my sacrifice, never dies, never dies!"

Before Zuma could speak, the Indian warriors kneeling below all stood up with angry faces and roared.

These furious warriors are supposed to be the ancestral spirits of the Indians. Powerful warriors are sacrificed by incense after death by their descendants, and will form ancestral spirits that protect the camp. According to his merits during his lifetime, he was worshipped Cheng dù, and the ability of the ancestral spirit was also different, and Wang Zhong's face changed at all, and his eyes looked directly at Zuma who was kneeling. He believed that Zuma had taken the initiative to invite him to come, and he must have wanted to reconcile.

Sure enough, Zuma gently put the wine glass in his hand on the dining table, and the ancestral spirit, who was angry just now, was instantly silenced.

"Honored guest, the White Devil has destroyed the tribe I am guarding and killed me with his sword. That's why I cursed their family to be cut off!"

"Hundreds of years have passed, and the outside world has changed a lot. The hatred in my heart is gone!"

"It's better to settle the grievance than to settle it, but the god is willing to lift the curse?"

Wang Zhong looked at Zuma and asked with a smile.

"Our descendants are enslaved and assimilated by the White Devils, and there are fewer and fewer people who remember and worship us, and our power diminishes. The strong warriors became weak, and the weak warriors died outright. When our Great Snake tribe was prosperous, there were 10,000 strong warriors, but now there are less than 3,000 warriors. In a few decades, our Great Snake Tribe will completely disappear into the long river of history, just like other tribes!"

Zouma did not answer Wang Zhong's question, but spoke with some heartache. The three warrior ancestral spirits below also let out a sad cry.

"The soul returns, the soul returns!"

Zu Ling sang a mournful Indian song, which basically means remembering the old people, the sorrow of the past, and the longing for the future.

At first, an ancestral spirit sang, and slowly all the ancestral spirits in the tent sang along. The warriors in the camp are the weakest, and they are also the most easily dissipated ancestral spirits. With a better understanding of this song, all the soldiers in the camp sang along, and their voices became more pathetic.

Tragedy of the Indians!

This is the sorrow of the Indians from the soul!

"What can I do to help you?"

Feeling the sadness of the Indian ancestral spirit, Wang Zhong also felt a little sad in his heart. In the era of the decline of Shinto and the lack of faith, for the ancestral spirits who were very weak in mana and faith, survival was their first priority.

"We need to be sacrificed, only faith can keep us alive!"

Zuma stood up and said with an excited face.

"If the Reagan family can erect a temple for us and worship us, I will not only remove the curse, but also become their guardian spirit, protecting them from evil!"

"If you sacrifice to us, we will guard it day and night!"

The three warriors all stood up from behind the table and swore solemnly.

"I will inform Michelle Reagan of God's request!"

Wang Zhong also stood up and said solemnly.

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