"Teacher Zhang, you said that my rubber band is related to you running like that in the food street just now, why can't I see it." Huang Ling tried her best to organize the language to ask questions, but the words she said helplessly were a little messy.

Zhang Yi didn't speak, he removed the woolen coil on the outside of the rubber band in front of Huang Ling, revealing a rubber band hose, he put this hose in the palm of his hand and pinched it, and a drop of golden liquid slowly dripped down.

Zhang Yi squatted down and stretched out his fingers to stick a little on this drop of golden liquid, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, frowned and put his fingers stained with liquid close to Huang Ling's nose.

A fishy and strange fragrance rushed to Huang Ling, instantly choking her and coughing, she hurriedly pushed away Zhang Yi's hand to cover her nose and asked angrily: "What is this, it almost stinks to death." ”

"Thai Blood Stasis Mandala" Zhang Yi took out the toilet paper and wiped it off vigorously on his fingers, and added: "I have seen this thing on the Internet, it is a small trick of Thai folk wizards, that is, the medicine of the head lowering technique, mainly made of bruises and mandala flowers from the decay of the corpse, as for what other accessories I forgot, his main role is to make people hallucinate, if I guessed correctly, this liquid was originally a lot, but then slowly dripped, and with the dripping he began to exert an illusion effect." ”

"Teacher Zhang, since this thing is a hallucinogenic thing, why is it on my body that you are hallucinating and I am not me?"

Zhang Yi looked at Huang Ling's black hair, pondered for a moment and said: "I think this is where the person who performed the head lowering technique on me is clever, although I don't know how to operate it, but this person knows that if it drops directly on me, I will definitely know, so he used our relationship to find you I am worried about your heart to parasitize the head on your body, and then gradually drip and volatilize the head medicine blood stasis mandala through this kind of attachment and then use the transfer to transfer to my body to make me hallucinate." ”

Huang Ling looked at Zhang Yi with admiration, he originally thought that Mr. Zhang was just a handsome and masculine art teacher, but he didn't expect him to be a warm man who knew so many strange and cool things and cared about people.

Thinking of this, Huang Ling's face felt a little hot, he gently bit his lip and asked in a mosquito-fly voice, "Teacher, you were really worried about me at that time!" ”

Looking at Huang Ling's shy answer, Zhang Yi couldn't help but shudder, he knew that many children of this age were affected by Korean dramas and had some precocious ideas, but as a party, he didn't know how to educate, so he diverted the topic and said: "If I hadn't seen you wearing a hair band on your bun today, I wouldn't have known, so we must learn to observe more in our studies, yes, observe more, cough cough!" ”

Before Huang Ling could react next, Zhang Yi immediately stopped a taxi and stuffed her into the back of the car like an object.

The taxi roared forward quickly after Zhang Yi said his destination, looking at the little eyes full of resentment and muttering head that poked out of the window, Zhang Yi couldn't help but chuckle a few times and then exhaled a long breath.

Next he was going to meet the old man who was confused all day, although he didn't know the background of this guy, but when he stretched out his clutches to Zhang Yi, he also revealed his identity, he was not an ordinary person.

Departing, the destination is that dilapidated neighborhood.

As the night darkened, Zhang Yi walked with a gloomy face in this community built in the seventies of the last century, the community has experienced more than forty years of ups and downs, and now it has become dilapidated, and there is only one old man with only three teeth left in the door's guard room lying on the table and napping.

The lights in the community are blurred, and Zhang Yi's shadow gradually lengthens and shortens under the dim light, and finally stops at the door of the first unit on the west side of the middle building.

Looking up at the third floor upstairs, the lights were not extinguished, and the dim light poured down, like a spotlight on the stage shrouded Zhang Yi's body, Zhang Yi stood in this light and looked up at the third floor, with a chilling smile on the corner of his mouth.

The voice-activated light in the stairwell had long been damaged, and Zhang Yi stepped on the stairs one by one, each foot seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and there was a heavy sound when he stepped on the stairs.

Soon Zhang Yi stood in front of the mottled and detached security door, he stood in the night, staring at the cat's eye of the security door with a pair of cold eyes, and a beam of light from the cat's eye shot at his chest like a sharp arrow.

Zhang Yi looked at the light on his chest, squinted his eyes again, and the cat's eye quickly flashed to the corner of the wall, raised two fingers and knocked on the door hard, and the crisp sound echoed in the night in an instant.

The ancient iron door slowly opened with a strange noise, and a withered and emaciated figure stepped out of the doorway, and in the light of the light could clearly see every inch of skin and hair on his body, he was still the same old man without a single dress.

He stood at the door in confusion, looking around with a pair of cloudy eyes, but his gaze never fell on Zhang Yi hidden in the shadow of the corner, Zhang Yi didn't know if he didn't see it or selectively ignored it, but none of this would affect Zhang Yi stepping into this room.

Zhang Yi quickly flashed out of the darkness, and walked into the old man's house in a few strides, and instantly a disgusting smell came to his nose, and Zhang Yi immediately covered his nose and retched.

The old man saw a figure break in in a trance, but he didn't seem surprised, but closed the door with an exaggerated smile, and then rushed to Zhang Yi panting like a dog.

The house is very cluttered, the tables, cabinets, and the floor are full of all kinds of convenience bags and cartons and moldy black paste garbage, which is not like a house, but more like a garbage transfer station.

The old man was naked, and his body was wrapped in a layer of black dirt because he hadn't washed it for a long time, as if his body had been brushed with a layer of black paint, but this layer of paint seemed to be not up to scratch the technique, and cracks appeared.

He stood in front of Zhang Yi like an uncivilized child, he grabbed the corner of Zhang Yi's clothes with one hand, and kept gesturing with the other, saying very strange and slurred words in his mouth.

Zhang Yi covered his nose and tried his best to shake off the old man's hand, but he was dragged to death and couldn't get rid of it, so he simply stood in place without saying a word and stared at the old man with a pair of resentful eyes.

I don't know if the old man felt the horror of this look or felt the threat from Zhang Yi, he let go of his hand in a little panic and walked inside.

"Maybe you're really insane, maybe you're pretending to act to escape something, but today I'm going to unmask you, you ugly head-lowering wizard."

The old man's outstretched leg suddenly stopped, he seemed to understand what Zhang Yi meant, slowly retracted his steps, stood in place for a long time, turned around, opened his mouth, showed his dirty yellow teeth, and asked, "Wizard with a lower head." ”

"That's right, the head descending wizard, a kind of wizard who is good at using Thai head lowering, can use a kind of medicine to descend and transfer the blood stasis mandala to such a magical wizard is not simple, who are you?"

Zhang Yi's last question was particularly loud, and the voice reverberated in the room.