Kaohsiung asked, "Is it just a little porridge?" Pan Zai nodded, saying that it was because there were guests coming, and he usually only cooked one bowl. Kaohsiung laughed and said how could he be full, and he would be hungry again in a while. Pan Tsai licked the edge of the bowl embarrassedly, saying that if he was hungry, he would drink more cold water, anyway, this has been the past few years.

Looking at Pan Zai's thin body, Gao Xiong thought to himself, no wonder, it is strange that he can be fat by eating this all day long. Asked him again if he had memorized the mantra, Pan Zai said: "It should be no problem, but the time is relatively tight, I don't know what the effect is, fortunately, your head is not so serious, try it." "This is a typical dead horse as a live horse doctor, and Kaohsiung didn't say anything. Pan Tsai told him that the spell work best at midnight, so he continued to look through these spells in the house, and Kaohsiung had nothing to do, so he took the broken book and read it. The words on the cover are written with a black brush, which has been worn out so that it can only be distinguished by the last word "Shu".

Turning the inside pages, the book is full of traditional characters in a vertical row from right to left, which is also written with a brush, the text content is obscure, and many words are unknown to Kaohsiung. He thought to himself that he would stop studying until he barely reached high school, so it was normal to have words he didn't know. After turning a few more pages, there were not only words but also patterns, drawing human figures, with black dots and various lines on them, which were completely incomprehensible. Throw the book aside and go outside the house to relax. The moon rose in mid-air, very round and bright, and it seemed that it was almost fifteen. Gao Xiong thought that a few days ago, he was still playing in Hualien Casino, eating and drinking spicy food, but now he is hiding in such a remote rural area, which is really fateful.

He went back to bed and continued to sleep, and at midnight, Pan Tsai woke him up, and the two went to the courtyard outside. There are not many villagers in this village, and the houses with slightly better conditions are built in the south of the village, and the old houses of Pan Tsai are in disrepair, so the poor family on the opposite side can only stay here, which seems very remote, but the advantage is that it is quiet and no one disturbs.

Pan Tsai and Kaohsiung sat cross-legged in the small vegetable patch, Pan Tsai took out a small piece of light yellow translucent object from his arms, pressed his left palm on it, and muttered words in his mouth. Then press your right palm on Kaohsiung's forehead and continue to cast the spell. Kaohsiung felt that the small piece of thing was very uncomfortable, and gradually began to get hot, his nose was sore, and he felt a hot current gushing out, and it was very itchy, and it seemed to be blood again. But Pan Tsai had told him not to move, so he had to endure it. After about ten minutes, Kaohsiung screamed and fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn, and Kaohsiung turned his head sideways to see Pan Tsai still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the broken papers on the table. Kaohsiung sat up with support, Pan Zai hurriedly turned around, and when he saw Kaohsiung wake up, he immediately came over and opened Kaohsiung's eyelids with his hand to take a closer look. Gao Xiong thought to himself, I heard the fat master say before that there will be a vertical line in the center of the eyes of a person who lowers his head, and the more powerful the head lower, the deeper the vertical line will be. Yesterday, Pan Zai had already seen that there was no vertical line, and now he has cast a spell, how can he still look at it, can it be more serious after casting?

"It's really strange," Pan Zai said to himself, "Why is it still not working......" Kaohsiung hurriedly asked why, is it not unsolved. Pan Tsai told him that although there was no vertical line in the center of the eyeball, there were a lot of tiny red and black blood streaks, and after casting the spell, there were more of them, indicating that under the urging of the mantra, the Yin spell in the body was antagonistic.

Kaohsiung was very unhappy: "Didn't you find out a new cheat book in the afternoon? How could it not work?" Pan Zai corrected and said that it was not a cheat book but a French book, which he spent all the money left by his parents and asked someone to buy it back from Laos. Kaohsiung waved his hand again and again, saying the same, it seems that you are also a liar.

Pan Zai sighed: "It's a pity that there are no good spell casting tools, if there is a head lowering ghost, it will be different!" Kaohsiung hurriedly asked what a head lowering ghost is, Pan Zai said that anyone who practices Nanyang witchcraft must have a magic cultivation tool, that is, a spiritual extreme yin object, mostly animal bones or human bones, and took out the light yellow translucent thing and put it on the table.

"Are you also a human bone?" asked Kaohsiung. Pan Tsai nodded, saying that he didn't dare to get the human bones himself, so he had to go to the cemetery to pick them up. There was a barren slope more than ten miles away, and when he went to sell potatoes, he saw that the slope was full of old graves from decades ago, and many of them were no longer worshipped. If it is buried shallowly, the soil layer has been washed by rain for many years, and some will be exposed to the surface, plus the coffin has been scratched by wild dogs, and many bones can be seen. He boldly went over at night, reciting the spirit attraction spell, and sensing the nearby yin spirits with relatively large resentment. Finally, according to the direction, a broken coffin board was found, and there were scattered human bones next to it, and the skull was long gone, only mutilated bones. Pan Tsai picked up the thigh bone, blessed it for several days after returning home, and then burned it with fire, and finally left a small bone, which is the resentful bone.

Kaohsiung looked at him: "If you are really so cowardly, you dare to go to the mass grave in the middle of the night to pick up the bones of the dead?

Pan Zai hurriedly shook his head: "It's true, I was really scared at that time, but I really wanted to cultivate the Fa, so I was bold." Kaohsiung picked up the bone from the table, I don't know how long it had been touched, it was already smooth, like a cow's horn. He asked if this thing helped, and Pan Zai said: "Yes, yes, this is an elderly male yin spirit, and he may not be willing to die when he dies, so he is a little resentful." But his family has not been to his grave for a long time, and it has not been calmed. But it was too long, and there was no skull, so the Yin Spirit was incomplete and had limited help.

Kaohsiung asked, "What kind of bones work best?"

"If you want to say that it works well...... Of course, it is a human skull, it must be complete, and it is better to die horizontally or by suicide, such a grievance is relatively large. Dharma cultivators and head-lowering ghosts are the best, but there is nowhere to find them. Kaohsiung hurriedly asked what the Dharma cultivator and the head lowering ghost were, and Pan Zai said that it was the skull of the Dharma cultivator or the head descending master after his death, and this effect was excellent.

Kaohsiung hurriedly said, "But where are you going to find the corpse of this kind of cultivator?" Pan Zai shook his head and said that even if he found it, he might not be able to use it.

Kaohsiung asked what it meant, and Pan Zai replied: "If the cultivator's mana is higher than mine during his lifetime, then the resentment and spiritual power attached to the skull after death are beyond my control. And a cultivator of my level is probably better than me when he calls a mage, so it's hard to find. ”

"It's all nonsense!" Kaohsiung said angrily, "The good ones can't be used, and the ordinary ones don't work, don't you let you tell them everything?"

Pan Zai scratched his head: "If there is that kind of death, it's okay, after all, I'm not a cultivator, no matter how big my grievance is, I can use spells to get it, but I don't dare." Kaohsiung scoffed, saying that you always say that you are cowardly, and if you don't run to the mass grave in the middle of the night to pick up the bones, don't pretend to be garlic. If it doesn't work, I'll help you find a suitable place and excavate.