Chapter 67: Blood Dream Voodoo

Zhang Zhuangzhuang's face was ugly, he looked at Xu Huizhou, "What the hell is going on, I didn't have it when I lived with him last night, why did such a thing come out today?" ”

Xu Huizhou narrowed his eyes, "Have you met other cultivators today?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang thought for a moment, and then suddenly his expression changed, "In addition to meeting you today, there is also Ling Xiaoshan of the Southern Sect, the two who just walked out of your house, do you mean?" ”

Xu Huizhou nodded, and said, "If there is no one else, I think there will only be that kid from Moyumen." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Moyu Gate?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang shouted these three words, with a little disgust in his question, as if he was very ashamed of this sect, I couldn't figure out what was going on, and when I heard this, I quickly interjected: "What Moyu Sect?" Who is that kid, and what's going on with this strange thing in me? Why did I feel so sleepy? ”

Xu Huizhou didn't answer my words, but looked at Zhang Zhuangzhuang, "A kid from the Moyu Sect, named Liang Mifu, I heard that he has a very high status in the Moyu Sect and is a genius disciple, but just now when he and Ling Xiaoshan of the Southern Sect came up to ask for medicine, I found out that he had the voodoo of Southern Xinjiang, so I expelled them, but I don't know what grudge this little Taoist friend has against him, he will use the blood dream voodoo of Southern Xinjiang to deal with this little Taoist friend." ”

I have already understood what they said, it turned out that when I came into contact with Ling Xiaoshan Liang Mifu just now, at that moment I fell into the blood dream voodoo of Lao Shizi, so I said: "It's not Liang Mifu, it's Ling Xiaoshan, I have Liang Zi with Ling Xiaoshan, and his natal flying sword was broken by me, but Senior Xu, can you tell you what the blood dream voodoo is?" "Kneel and beg for a hundred black! Cliff! Your Excellency

Xu Huizhou's face was embarrassed, and he didn't seem to want to elaborate, but Zhang Zhuangzhuang looked at him without turning his eyes, and there was a hint of supplication in his eyes.

"This little Taoist friend of Shen Jiangliu, I'll tell you, but don't worry, have you ever heard of Wu?" Xu Huizhou suddenly asked me a question, but when he said that he was the penultimate son, he pronounced a very strange pronunciation.

It's a strange pronunciation, unlike any of the existing modern languages, such as Latin and Chinese, but I can feel an obscure meaning of heaven and earth, which is the natural god of heaven and earth, the power of vanishing in ancient times, and its name is "Wu!" ”

I know this word, although only a few of the Taoist scriptures that Master has left mention this thing, but that strange pronunciation instantly reminds me of the notes left by Master.

"'Wu,' this is the original form of religion between heaven and earth, with my years of collecting information, from the wild history and the mouth of the predecessors and know, the history of the emergence of 'Wu' is not examinable, but it is the first use of the natural power of heaven and earth in a group of cultivators, they use a very special language family, in the development of maturity called Yuwen, is a way of spell casting spells, including heaven and earth divine power. Xuan Xuan notes recorded. ”

As soon as I thought of this, I blurted out "Curse!" Did he use a spell? Is this so-called Blood Dream Voodoo a kind of mantra? Xu Huizhou's eyes changed, "You actually know the 'curse!'" 'Whose disciple are you?' How do you know the mantra? ”

Zhang Zhuangzhuang interrupted Xu Huizhou's questioning, "Shen Jiangliu's master is a very famous monk, but his identity is special, Xu Ye doesn't need to ask more, and the most important thing at the moment is Blood Dream Voodoo, what is this?" ”

Xu Huizhou smmed for a moment, seemed thoughtful, and then didn't ask anymore, just talked about the origin of this blood dream voodoo, it turned out that this blood dream voodoo is not a "mantra," but a kind of poison plus witchcraft, but there are very few people in the world who can cultivate witchcraft, and there are nightmares, the raw materials for making poison, and Liang Mifu actually knows voodoo, which is really strange.

Zhang Zhuangzhuang sneered, "With the means of the Moyu Gate, you can do anything to rob it, let alone just search for these lost secret techniques." ”

Xu Huizhou sighed and continued: "Once you are hit by the Blood Dream Voodoo, you will have an attack within a day, and after the attack, you will fall into a dream, and then you will be brought to the dream world by a nightmare, and the person who is being spelled in reality will also be unable to extricate herself and die. ”

When Xu Huizhou said this, my face was already a little pale, thinking about how I was just out for a trip, how could I touch this kind of thing with my back, my voice trembled a little, "Is there any way to save it?" ”

Then I saw his frowning brow, the answer was self-evident, I suddenly felt a little confused, I am not yet eighteen years old this year, I have not yet gone to university, and Lin Meng is waiting for me in Shanghai, is all this about to end?

I suddenly felt an irrepressible feeling of lethargy, and then I fell straight down, before I fell, I only heard Zhang Zhuangzhuang shout "Hey! Then he fell into a dark world.

In the darkness, I seemed to be sitting on a bed, which was my old bed, and I sat on the bed in a very strange way, wearing a white T-shirt, holding my head, and my feet together, very much like a withdrawn child without a sense of belonging.

I blinked, looked carefully, and suddenly realized that this was exactly me five years ago, in the first month of my parents' trip to the field, I seemed to spend this way, no parents, no care and greetings, there was just a loneliness that a child could feel, a loneliness like an abyss.

It was at this moment that I suddenly saw a light coming down, covering me and my bed in the dark, this light came very strangely, it seemed to have a power that could penetrate people's hearts, and I felt that in an instant, all the thoughts in my heart were exposed.

"Do you hate them?"

"No!"

"Do you hate them?" The voice asked again.

"No!"

"Do you hate them?"

"Yes!"