Next, he didn't answer the old village chief's words, but walked directly in front of Wang Tianming.

At this moment, Wang Tianming's face was pale and cold, and he had already lost his breath for a long time, but after seeing Wang Tianming's somewhat weird and terrifying body, the old man's brows furrowed again, and he reached out and touched Wang Tianming's body.

It's just that as soon as his hand touched Wang Tianming's body, it suddenly shrank back again, and his eyebrows were already wrinkled.

"The soul has returned to the west, and the body is as stiff as iron, which is not a good sign!"

When the words fell, the old man put his hands behind his back again, stood in front of Wang Tianming and shook his head.

"This Dao Chief, this Wang Tianming is honest on weekdays, and he hasn't offended anyone, so suddenly he has become like this? Is it really ......?"

The village chief didn't finish saying this, but everyone present showed a burst of inexplicable emotion on their faces, they knew what the last few words of the old village chief would be, in fact, in the hearts of many of them, they had long thought that Wang Tianming was evil, not suffering from some stubborn disease.

"Huh?"

The old man lifted his glasses, looked up at the old village chief, and suddenly saw his sleeve robe wave, as if he had finally made a decision, and then quickly turned around and came to Wang Tianming's side again.

"Taishang Laojun, anxious as a law, the disciple is coming in spring, disturbing Qingzun......"

I only heard a sudden burst of words in his mouth, walking back and forth around Wang Tianming's bedside, except for the Li family holding Wang Tuofu, the other people scattered one after another, and the old man suddenly walked again under the gaze of everyone, and then his right hand in the robe stretched out suddenly, his middle finger and index finger together, and suddenly nodded towards Wang Tianming's forehead.

When his hand was removed again, a strangely shaped cinnabar mark had already appeared on Wang Tianming's forehead.

"Pen, ink, paper, inkstone!"

After doing all this, the old man suddenly turned back to the crowd and said;

"Okay!"

Standing between everyone at this moment, Wang Er, who led the old Taoist man back, quickly responded, and then he didn't know when he had already prepared everything.

He quickly turned around and went outside the house, and brought in a pile of yellow paper, a brush, and some black ink in a bowl and put it on the only wooden table in the room.

The old Taoist priest also came to the table, and everyone's eyes stared at his every move motionlessly, only to see that he suddenly stretched out the index finger of his right hand again, and then without a trace of hesitation on his face, he bit it directly, and a drop of blood dripped into the ink along his fingertips.

Dripping blood into the ink, I saw that he quickly reached out and pinched the brush on the side, dipped the ink in the bowl, and then brushed the edge of the bowl, and then gently brushed the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand and wrote on the yellow paper.

But seeing that there was no pause between his dragon and phoenix dance, a yellow talisman had been drawn, and when the last stroke fell, his face seemed to be much paler all of a sudden.

"Burn this requiem to ashes, melt it in water, and feed the kid to drink!"

Lao Dao's voice sounded, with a hint of exhaustion, but it was his tired voice that woke everyone up from their daze again.

"As for my lord, there is no help, but I said that he has an ominous haunt in his body!"

"Dao Chief...... So what to do?"

The old village chief hesitated a little, but he still asked, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and each of them has an uneasy look on their faces.

"Burn him, preferably tomorrow at noon, when the sun is at its peak!" said the old man;

"Good good ......"

The old village chief nodded hurriedly, and then quickly ordered someone to find an empty bowl, fetch clean water, turn the yellow talisman into ashes, and feed Wang Tofu to drink, but the Li family was still lost between his eyes, and the villagers were also very helpless.

After the incident, the Taoist priest was greeted by the old village chief and walked out of Wang Tianming's house, and the people in the village, except for some who chose to stay to help deal with the aftermath, also chose to leave after a night of tossing.

Something like this happened in the village, and everyone had some bad premonitions in their hearts, and the entire Baishi Village seemed to be suddenly enveloped in a strange atmosphere.

Throughout the day, it seemed that even the color of the sky had turned gray, like a rainstorm was coming, but it never fell, but strangely enough, the original scorching summer made many people feel a little cool.

It is also very rare for this phenomenon to occur in this July season, but because the ominousness in the mouth of the Taoist chief of the spring is permeating everyone's hearts, at this moment, except for the Li family, who has been holding Wang Tofu and refuses to let go, everyone is eager to come a little earlier the next day!

In the evening, Wang Tianming's body had been carried out of the room, and Li was very tired at this time, although all this was done with the help of the villagers, but his hands holding Wang Tofu did not relax for a moment.

The psychological despair made her pale, and even at the end of the day, no matter how the people next to her persuaded her, she could be said to have not entered a drop of water, together with Wang Tofu, whose eyes were closed tightly and her face was so pale that she already had some purple, the two of them seemed to have really lost their souls.

The people around persuaded for a long time, and finally took Wang Tofu away from Li's arms, and drank the requiem charm and well water drawn by the spring Dao Chang for a long time, but it still did not get any better, Wang Toofo's whole body was already cold, and the villagers were frightened, and Wang Toofo was busy again.

The big one is gone, and if something happens to the small one, I'm afraid the family in the village will really be finished......

Night fell again, but the night of this day was very different from usual, the coolness of the air became more and more obvious, and on a small road outside Baishi Village, a thin figure in a yellow robe was hurrying away.

Seeing that his expression was a little flustered, wasn't it who the Chunlai Daoist who had just arrived in Baishi Village during the day.

It's just that at this moment, he looked back at the direction of Baishi Village behind him as he walked, with a somewhat solemn look on his face, which was completely different from the fairy wind and bone demeanor in the daytime.

"Dao Chief...... Dao Chief!"

Just when the Chunlai Daoist was in a hurry, there was a sudden sound of concealment on the side of the path in front of the Chunlai Daoist, for fear of being discovered by others.

Hearing the call, the head of the Chunlai Daoist also quickly stopped, looked towards the side of the path, and saw a black shadow quickly coming out of the dealer's field next to the path.

The night was too dark, and although I couldn't see what this person looked like, I could tell from the sound that this person was the second king of the village.