The ancient Miao witchcraft recorded in this "Book of Prophecies" is very powerful, and Long Songlin has only mastered one-third, and the effect is far from enough. But a few days ago, at the customer's house at midnight, when he was attacked by that powerful yin curse, if Long Song Lin withdrew the mantra, it would inevitably cause Azan Nanya to suffer more serious injuries. The Southeast Asian witch spells he mastered had limited effect and could not be countered, so he had to take the risk of using the most profound part of the book, which was the method of "killing".

In the ancient Miao area, the only person who could use this kind of witchcraft was the most advanced wizard, and it was this kind of spell that was used to treat the most seriously ill people, and the ancestors of Long Song Lin were this kind of people. It is said that high-level wizards can only use the killing method once every three years, otherwise they will die violently due to the bursting of blood vessels.

Long Songlin's mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to him, and his youngest memory is probably when he was four or five years old. Maybe it's because of the single parent, his father loves him and his sister who is four years older very much, especially loves him, many times when eating, his father not only doesn't eat meat himself, but also gives almost all the few pieces of meat to his son, only a small piece of it to his daughter, which makes Long Songlin's sister very unhappy, and always says that his father is partial. But my father didn't explain much, just smiled and said that you will understand later. The popularity of the Long family in Miao Village is very good, and many villagers often give all kinds of delicious food to Long Songlin's sisters and brothers, especially to Long Songlin, and there are many fewer for his sister. Although he didn't understand the reason, this made Long Songlin very proud, and he only vaguely felt that it was related to him being a boy.

He didn't know his father's occupation, and he didn't seem to be just farming like other villagers, and if someone was sick in several nearby villages, he would come to Long Songlin's father for treatment. He never took money, and sometimes he would take meat, eggs, vegetables and pastries home, which were gifts from the patient's family, and it was also the happiest time for the Long Songlin sisters and brothers, because their father never ate it himself, and they all shared it with the two of them.

One day, when he was more than five years old, his father called Long Songlin to a hut in the backyard. This hut is usually tightly locked, and there are several rows of crockpots stacked outside, which are full of dust, and Long Songlin and his sister don't even know that there is a door behind it. After the father cleaned up the door, he used the key to open the dusty large copper lock, the hut was only about two square meters, there was a wooden cabinet about half a meter high, there was no door, and there was a statue in it, it was a sitting old man, his beard and hair were white, wearing colorful clothes, holding a wooden mask in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. Long Songlin's father asked him to kneel in front of the statue and kowtow, but that's not all, his father still danced next to him, and asked him to dance too, and he had to be serious.

At that time, Long Song Lin was only a few years old, and he thought it was funny, so he giggled while jumping. Unexpectedly, his father slapped him hard, knocking out Long Songlin's teeth and blood, he was beaten so much that he forgot to cry, and he didn't understand why his father, who had never touched him a few times, was so angry today. The father said, "Dance, don't laugh or make a sound." Long Songlin nodded with tears in his eyes, and followed his father to dance with this strange posture, and his father still had words in his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

In the end, Long Songlin's father took out a knife, cut Long Songlin's forehead, and then dipped his finger in the blood that flowed out, and applied it to the mask and the tip of the knife in the statue's hand. Long Songlin wanted to cry in pain, but when he remembered the slap he had just received, he had to endure it.

In the middle of the night, Long Songlin had a strange dream, he dreamed that in the dark night in the wilderness, a big fire was lit, and there was an old man with white hair standing in front of the fire, wearing colorful strange clothes, wearing a mask on his face, holding a knife in his right hand, and dancing, which was the kind he was forced to dance by his father in the hut during the day. Long Songlin walked over slowly, the old man suddenly stopped jumping, the old man slowly took off the mask on his face and buckled it on Long Songlin's face, Long Songlin felt that the mask on his face was very hot and hot, and wanted to take it off, but he couldn't take it off, as if it had been glued to his face. The mask became hotter and hotter, Long Songlin began to scream, jumping on the ground in pain, waving his hands and feet, and then finally woke up and saw that he was lying on the bed, and his sister was sitting on the edge of the bed and taking care of it.

Later, his sister told Long Songlin that he had been in a coma for two days and two nights, saying strange things and dancing as if he was dancing. And my father said it was nothing, it would be fine in two days, and it was so. Long Songlin knew that it must have something to do with worshipping the statue in the hut that day, but he didn't understand why he was sick.

From this day on, Long Song Lin's father asked him to recite the incantation. Long Songlin was completely illiterate, he could only memorize by rote, it was the seventies, China was still in turmoil, many schools were occupied by rebels, and many children in big cities were out of school, especially in Miao villages like this, basically no one had ever studied, and there were few literate people. Long Songlin memorized these things all day long, and his father didn't let him pass them on, not even his sister. Long Songlin was very resistant, and he didn't understand what the use of memorizing these things was. But it was useless to resist, his father changed his previous love for him and became extremely strict, Long Songlin sometimes wondered if his father no longer loved him, otherwise why would this be the case.

The strange thing is that Long Songlin's father no longer gives his son meat, he eats rice and vegetables as he likes, but meat is not good, he is not allowed to eat a bite, and he gives it all to his sister. Long Songlin was very angry and often cried, his sister was happy, although she always said that her father was biased before, but now she saw that her younger brother couldn't get half a mouthful of meat, and she was also dissatisfied with her father, and asked why. The father said: "Song Lin has already worshiped the ancestor and performed blood rituals, and he will not be able to eat meat again for the rest of his life, otherwise he will not be able to learn witchcraft." Long Songlin cried and begged his father if he didn't learn witchcraft, he wanted to eat meat. My father didn't explain much, he just said that if you dare to steal meat and eat it yourself, I will knock you out of the house, and you can live wherever you want, but you can't go home again.

Long Songlin and his sister are still children after all, and they didn't take their father's words seriously. That night, Long Songlin begged his sister to help him steal a piece of meat, and his sister felt sorry for his younger brother, so she wanted to sneak into the kitchen, but when she saw that the kitchen door was locked, she knew that her father had been prepared. The strangest thing is that everyone in the village no longer gives Long Songlin good food, let alone meat. He sometimes goes to the neighbor's house and watches them eat, and the neighbor used to give Long Songlin the biggest piece of meat to eat, but now he ignores him, just like he is a transparent person. After coming and going, Long Songlin hit a wall, and he slowly stopped thinking about it in the future.

But his sister had a way, one day, Long Songlin's sister went to the neighbor's house to play, slipped into their stove, and saw two bowls of leftovers next to the stove, including stewed black pork, so she took two large pieces and hid them back. In the evening, he handed it to his younger brother to eat, Long Songlin was afraid of being scolded, but he couldn't resist the temptation of meat, so he still ate it.