"Pardon."

Without a bunch of spells, the old witch's face turned sideways, and after a light drink, a large number of paper cranes lined up in a long line suddenly flew out from the cuffs of the shroud she was wearing, and sprinted towards the woman in red.

If you look closely, it is not a paper crane at all, but a black gas, I don't know what kind of evil art this old witch has cultivated.

These black cranes are all folded into talismans, like long whips, swinging up and down, undulating.

It looks like it's really a bit imposing.

It's just that the long whip-like black crane hasn't touched the woman in red yet, and the yin wind rolling up around her is like an invisible barrier, and those things seem to have lost their strength and fall to the ground in an instant.

The black cranes rushed forward one after another, and suddenly fell every time they reached a certain distance, and as soon as they landed, the black cranes 'touched' and instantly burned.

The old witch's face was gloomy, probably a little annoyed that her first wave of attacks had been blocked in this way, and she snorted coldly, "It's a bit of a way." ”

After the old lady Liu muttered, I saw that it was almost like a trick, and a white bone paw stretched out from the grave next to her, and the white bone hand held an altar.

It was a quaint little jar, and the whole jar was black, a bit like the kind of ashes that were filled with ashes.

The small jar is covered with a yellow cloth, on which are painted two fish, one black and one white, and there are some dense small characters around it, which looks particularly strange.

The black jar was touched last time, and the old lady Liu said that something would happen if the contents came out, so I instinctively feared that thing was very fearful.

"It seems that it will not work without paying a price," said the old lady Liu, speaking gloomily outside.

After saying this, she took the skinning knife and stabbed it at her arm, the old dog who was in pain gasped, and the blood fell on the golden jar, and the most terrifying thing was that she actually dug out a square palm-sized skin from her arm.

The sweat on her aching face came out, she looked up at me, suddenly smiled, and said, "My Liu Pozi's things are mine, and they are still mine after all." ”

The blood dripped into the jar, and when I saw it, I trembled violently, and the old woman's eyes looked at the jar that was trembling more and more violently.

There was a little madness in his eyes, and he laughed and said, "It's out, it's coming out." ”

After finishing speaking, her face sank, and her mouth shouted loudly as if she was shouting a trumpet.

"Please Yin girl, worship ghosts, avoid all evils, don't be nosy, Huangquan is strange, go one way." The old witch muttered, grabbed a handful of paper money from her body and threw it into the air.

At that time, it was a gust of yin wind, chattering, because I didn't open my yin and yang eyes, and I couldn't see some ordinary ghosts, and I could only see them when the ghosts wanted me to see them.

But not to mention the momentum at that time.

After saying this, the black jar lid next to it snapped, and I don't know if it was shaken open by the things inside, and as soon as the lid was opened, the things inside couldn't be suppressed.

The yin and yang fish and dense runes outside the altar for two days and one hundred are definitely to suppress the things inside, but now this old ghost woman sacrifices with her own blood.

It must have been sabotage.

As soon as the lid was opened, the sealed rune paper burst into flames, and then a shadow, a red shadow, floated out of it, and slowly appeared on the grave.

I looked over there and was startled to see that the black jar had suppressed something coming out, and a woman in a big red wedding dress was facing us.