The Blood Spell, the deepest spell in Thai black sorcery, is the Descending Master's own blood as a guide by cutting his fingers with a blade as he descends, implanting his own soul into the descended person, and then slowly invading his mind until he has fully acquired his body and abilities.

This is the most basic popular science information sent by Lao Dao to Zhang Yi through WeChat, but the description is clear, the words are accurate, and from the cultural level of Lao Dao Primary School, which should be searched on the Internet.

In the past few days, Lao Dao Lingyu and Wicker have been busy with the decoration of his shop, among which Zhang Yi's studio decoration work has also been entrusted to Lao Dao, so the three of them are very busy, and Zhang Yi has also had a leisure, after all, he is very bad at decoration.

Zhang Yi doesn't know anything about this so-called head technique, if you look at it according to your background, Zhang Yi woke up from a corpse, in Liu Dong's words, he is a freak, but his so-called freak is far from Liu Dong's freak, he is almost no different from an ordinary person, except for his strength, he has a magical bone knife, and he can see ghosts that cannot be seen by the human eye.

"It seems that I am really illiterate in front of Liu Dong," Zhang Yi sighed lightly.

Obviously, if you interpret the blood curse according to the old way, all this in front of you does not make sense, although there is blood, and the blood flows like a river, but this blood is only the head of three monkeys, and the blood curse must be used by the general to use his own blood for the purpose of occupying the opponent's body and ability, but now it .......

For an illiterate person in the magic world, there is no better explanation for this problem now than if he wants to break his head, since this is the case, he has to do it, and it is the best policy to find Huang Ling first, otherwise that madman will really take her life as a child's play.

In the darkness, a faint light moved in the night, and the night was so dark that it completely overshadowed the light with an overwhelming advantage, so if you want to see the truth of things clearly, you can only see it clearly by looking at each other.

The surroundings were very quiet, and the rectangular tin house seemed to isolate everything from all sounds, except for the creaking sound of feet on the ground.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, it was still dark in front of him, Zhang Yi carefully identified the things around him by the faint light, and he finally made a judgment, he went to a dead loop.

There is a folk saying that the ghost hits the wall, and now Zhang Yi can judge that he is hit by the ghost hitting the wall, of course, according to the Thai head-lowering technique, it should not be this statement.

According to Zhang Yi's memory, the way to crack the ghost hitting the wall is to pierce the middle finger with a silver needle, put blood on the center of the eyebrows, and then kneel down to the south with both hands of the silver needle as if holding incense.

"But there's no silver needle here."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he instinctively touched his pocket to see if there was anything to replace, when his hand reached out to his coat pocket, he touched a cold slender hard object, he took out the hard object and looked at it by the light and found that it was a shoe cone.

The shoe cone, also known as the sole needle, was used by women in the past to thread the needle when the sole of the shoe, but the shoe cone in front of Zhang Yi is a little special, most of the shoe cones are composed of two parts, one part is made of wood or bronze, and it is conical, so that it is convenient for the palm to push the needle hard, and the other end is a needle with a needle nose about five centimeters long, which looks similar to the needle on the current sewing machine.

But now the lower part of the shoe cone on Zhang Yi's hand is no different from the traditional shoe cone, the upper part of the difference is a bronze skull shape. You must know that this thing was used by women in the past, and at most some small patterns will be engraved on it, and it is absolutely rare to carve a terrifying skull pattern like this.

However, what surprised Zhang Yi at present was why such a strange shoe cone with a sense of history appeared in his pocket, and it was certain that he absolutely did not have this thing.

But in any case, this thing can be used as a needle, so he can't wait to poke his middle finger with his shoe cone to put blood on his eyebrow, and then use his phone to determine the location of the south and bow down.

There was no strange phenomenon, Zhang Yi had to walk south, but then he found a strange phenomenon, everything in front of him became no longer blurry, much clearer than just now, he could even clearly see a chair lying on the ground ten meters away, he could be sure that the light emitted by the mobile phone did not increase in the slightest, on the contrary, it was slowly weakening with the passage of current.

Zhang Yi hurriedly turned off the flashlight on his mobile phone and put it in his pocket, and his vision was still clear, which can also prove that the crack of the ghost hitting the wall just now has been successful.

Zhang Yi held the bone knife in one hand and tightly grasped the shoe cone in the other, and rushed forward at a faster pace.

Soon, Huang Ling's figure appeared in the dark shadows, she was still the same as in the photo, but her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was asleep.

"Huang Ling, Huang Ling, how are you?" Zhang Yi rushed over and first put his finger under her nose to feel her snort, fortunately, her breathing was normal and steady, and it seemed that it was only a temporary syncope.

Zhang Yi quickly untied the rope on Huang Ling's body and then picked up Huang Ling and ran, this place was full of evil nature by Liu Dong, the sooner he left, the safer.

"Let the light refract the tear-soaked pupils, reflect the rainbow I want to have the most, and take me to the sky with you ......."

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Zhang Yi's pocket rang, and Zhang Yi was suddenly startled in this silent night, Zhang Yi panicked and put Huang Ling on the ground against the wall, and then took out the mobile phone to see that it was the strange and familiar number, it was Liu Dong.

Zhang Yi stretched out his finger and gently slid the answer button, and the familiar hoarse voice inside sounded.

"Superficial, you think you can save your little daughter-in-law before the game is over, can you be worthy of the word freak?"

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, pressed the phone tightly to his ear, gritted his teeth, and interrupted Liu Dong's words and said: "Listen, you pervert, I'm not a freak, you are, now this society is a legal society, everything you do will be punished by the law, do you think that you will not be held accountable for killing anyone in martial arts dramas on TV?" Now let go of this child, I will act as if nothing happened, otherwise I will not let you go even if the police do not pursue you, you must know that I am not afraid of death, I am a dead person. ”

"Hahaha" Liu Dong's strange laughter echoed in his ears, "You probe your little daughter-in-law's snort again,"

Zhang Yi hurriedly probed Huang Ling's snort with his fingers, and found that the even breathing just now became very weak, and he put his hand on the artery in Huang Ling's neck again, and the pulse was also very weak.

"You madman, what did you do to her?"

"As I said, your time is directly proportional to her life, you must have played the game to save him, otherwise his life will die little by little because of the passage of time. What you have taken with you now is nothing more than a skin, and his soul is trapped by me, so the farther away her skin is, the faster she will die. ”

"You ...... die." Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and scolded, but he hung up the phone before he finished his words.

Stomping his feet, Zhang Yi looked helpless again, he had to carry Huang Ling back to the place where she was bound, and then probed his snort and pulse, and found that Huang Ling was back to normal again.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi found a piece of paper behind the iron pillar that bound Huang Ling, and on the paper was dense blood-red fonts, it seemed that this ink was also Huang Ling's blood, but Zhang Yi did not find a bleeding hole on Huang Ling's body.