It's still the same house where the curse was cast last time, and the surrounding furnishings haven't changed much.

Wang Yiting stood in front of the altar, chanting words in his mouth, and constantly pricked the head of the scarecrow in his hand with a needle.

Each of his stitches can be fed back to the body through the medium of the scarecrow with the most severe pain, and this method of casting spells in the air has always been the most typical method of curse Taoism, which is both concealed and safe, and can be said to be a necessary Taoist technique for anyone who does not follow the right path.

Tang Jiwu was still standing at the door trembling, the experience of the past few days was really too weird, and in addition to being relatively easy to get along with in the first three days and being more polite to him, in the next few days, it was really not polite to him at all, this feeling can be detected directly from the other party's title.

Although the title has not changed, he still calls him Brother Tang, but the tone revealed when he is called is full of contempt and disdain, and it is almost written directly on his face for him to see.

Although he is not very smart, his instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages makes him obviously feel that following Wang Yiting's words is probably not a good thing, but now that he wants to leave, it is too late, he has made excuses several times to go home, but Wang Yiting let him stay on the grounds that it is inconvenient to leave.

He didn't dare to leave forcibly, he had seen a lot of this Wang Dao Chang in the past few days, and he was afraid that if he forcibly left, not only would he have trouble, but he was afraid that he would also implicate his wife and children at home.

So, he could only reluctantly continue to stay here, did not go home for four consecutive days, and at first he would answer his wife's phone call to make excuses, but later, he was afraid of what Wang Yiting would do, so he simply turned off his mobile phone.

I guess the police should have come to him by now, right?

Tang Jiwu had never thought that he would desperately hope that the police would find him, not only that, but now he even regretted harassing his cousin, if it weren't for this, then he wouldn't have met Wang Yiting, and he wouldn't have stayed in this weird room like now, unable to leave in fear.

What a self-inflicted sin, and you can't live!

Inexplicably, he remembered such a sentence, and at this moment, he suddenly heard Wang Daochang, who was chanting a spell and piercing the villain, suddenly snorted softly, and then the sound of chanting a mantra like a fly disappeared, and the whole room suddenly became quiet.

"I actually used a talisman to protect my soul!"

Wang Yiting frowned slightly, obviously feeling that this time it seemed to be a little different, the little girl used the Buddha's light, and it stands to reason that she was a disciple of Buddhism, how did she use the Fu Gong Dao technique?

Could it be that someone else has made a move?

"Wang Dao Chief, is there something wrong?" Just a little distracted, Tang Jiwu didn't hear what Wang Yiting said, in order to please Wang Yiting, he could only take the initiative to ask.

"It's nothing, your cousin's soul was protected by someone with a Dao technique, and the head-lowering technique may have failed." Wang Yiting has always planned to let Tang Jiwu grab Song Jianqiu's Buddha bead bracelet, but he can't find a chance yet, so he can only stay by his side for the time being, and then release it when he has the opportunity.

"Oh, so what?" Tang Jiwu didn't care about the curse or anything now, and the current inquiry was just a casual one.

"Hehe, protecting the soul is only temporary, I don't believe she can seal it for a lifetime!" Wang Yiting chuckled: "Since it's useless to cast a curse, then I still have worm Gu!" See what she can do! ”

As he spoke, he put down the scarecrow and silver needle in his hand and picked up a thigh shin from the altar.

The current altar is the real altar, and it has obviously changed and become more formal, first spreading a red cloth with golden talismans written on it.

And the things on the altar have also been added, such as incense burners and candles, needless to say, there is also a gong that stands up on one side, a stack of fan-shaped rune paper on the table, a bowl containing a few duck eggs, a soul scattering nail, several copper coins, a soul bell, and a peach wood sword, lime powder and other spell-casting medium props.

But the most terrifying thing is the skull of a dead man placed in front of the altar incense burner, and several bones of different lengths and sizes.

People who don't know may guess if it is a model when they see it, but Tang Jiwu knows that these are real bones, or he and Wang Yiting went to the mass grave to dig them up with their own hands.

At that time, they dug up a half-decomposed corpse, and the stench was unbearable to eat just by recalling it, not to mention that after collecting the bones, the two of them also washed the remaining minced flesh and blood stains on it with water.

Anyway, in the past few days, Tang Jiwu has been having nightmares, and once he accidentally remembers it, he can't even eat.

Wang Yiting was like a nobody, eating and sleeping, and he was happy, and he was not affected in the slightest. It was precisely because of this that Tang Jiwu suddenly realized that he was with a very dangerous person, so his impression of Wang Yiting changed greatly, and he had the idea of leaving, but unfortunately, it was too late.

This official altar was originally prepared to deal with Song Jianqiu, but now it seems that it will be used in advance.

Wang Yiting held the thigh shin and rubbed it in his hand as if he was feeling its feel, but Tang Jiwu, who saw this scene, held his breath and didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

After trying it a few times and feeling that it felt good, Wang Yiting used this thigh tibia as a gong mallet and struck the gong standing on the altar.

In this unusual tail note, Wang Yiting put down his thigh shin, unhurriedly took a handful of incense sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner.

At this time, the tail note of the gong had not completely dissipated, and when Wang Yiting picked up the soul bell with one hand and grabbed a handful of lime powder with the other, the tail note of the gong gradually lowered and finally became inaudible.

After the tail note of the gong disappeared, Wang Yiting threw out a little lime powder in his hand, forming a fan, and then began to shake the soul suppression bell in his hand, and at the same time began to chant words in his mouth.

Tang Jiwu saw Wang Yiting's every move and the whole process, but he didn't know what he was doing or what it was for.

Except for the magic of seeing the yellow paper figure move on its own like a human at the beginning, his impression of Taoism now is all weird and terrifying.

In fact, it is no wonder that Wang Yiting's cultivation is not high, and many spell-casting processes cannot be abandoned, and what he has learned is an evil sect, and some of the media he needs are naturally in weird directions, and anyone who sees it will feel terrifying and scary.

(End of chapter)