At this moment, Liansheng suddenly took out the bone flute and said that he wanted to play a song, which surprised me.

Anyway, the ghost crying outside is also ugly, since Liansheng wants to play the flute, then blow it, it is regarded as listening to music, and it can also cover up the sound outside.

They can't say that they want to harass us with ghost crying, and if they hear us playing the flute and playing music, they must be very angry.

However, it was very beautiful, and when Liansheng really blew the bone flute, my face suddenly turned green.

"Don't you know how to play the flute, why is the sound so ugly!"

I covered my ears and looked at Liansheng a little speechless.

"As long as it can be blown!" Liansheng said shyly.

Nima, playing the flute still has this saying?

I just wanted Liansheng to forget it, but I saw Liansheng pointing at Ding Ming and Wang Liwen with a flute, and said, "Put Ding Ming and the two of them away!" ”

Only then did I notice that Ding Ming and Wang Liwen, two ghosts, were covering their ears at this time, squatting in the corner of the wall and shivering, with bursts of green smoke rising from their bodies.

As soon as the flute sounded, the two ghosts were damaged.

"Gangdong is a tantric magic weapon, and this Gangdong is the thing of the lord of the corpse forest, and he has personally blessed it, and this voice ghost can't hear it!" Liansheng put the bone flute to his mouth again.

Listening to his reminder, I remembered that Liansheng seemed to have said before that this thing is very evil.

When the Lord of the Corpse Forest first appeared, he easily killed the ghost of the Hu Fa envoy, and it was with this thing.

Seeing that he was going to play the flute again, I didn't dare to slack off, so I quickly took out the paper figure, attached Ding Ming and the two ghosts to it, and put it away.

The shrill sound of the flute sounded again, even sharper and piercing than before.

I thought to myself, people can't stand this thing when they hear it, no wonder the ghost can't do it.

What amazed me was that when Lotus played it, the bone flute made from the human leg bones began to flow with golden Buddha light as if it had been electrified.

When I looked closely, I found that the golden Buddha light was not real, as if I was just dazzled and misunderstood.

I knew that Liansheng's performance this time was the real blowing, and the mana was injected into the blowing.

Sure enough, as soon as I thought about the flute this time, the crying outside the window disappeared, replaced by a sharp scream, and after a moment's effort, the scream disappeared completely.

"It's not going to be just done, is it?" I was a little confused.

Killing that ghost in the air, to put it mildly, I realized that the things on the corpse forest lord are not simple.

When Liansheng first introduced me, I was still feeling nauseous, but now that I think about it, I am glad that I didn't throw it away.

"It's not that simple, blowing this disciple is more powerful for mana consumption!"

Lian Sheng said shyly, and hung the bone flute back to his waist.

I was just about to praise Liansheng when I heard another cry outside, but this time in addition to the cry, there was also the sound of suona and a group of musical instruments playing the funeral.

"Fuck, isn't this endless!"

I was furious and stood up, just about to go to the door to see who the hell was, pretending to be a ghost outside.

Suddenly, a gust of wind slammed violently on the doors and windows, and the windows and doors and windows clattered, and a cold air extended along the door.

I feel good about my special body, but Liansheng and Lan Min are shivering.

Immediately afterward, the cry and funeral music were far away at first, and when I listened to it again, it was already close at hand.

The door slammed open, and a strong wind blew in.

Accompanied by the cloudy wind, paper money like snowflakes fluttered all over the house.

Outside the gate, a funeral procession dressed in snow-white filial piety clothes and longing for banners is standing in a row outside the gate.

In the funeral procession, the scarlet coffin was very dazzling!

After the funeral procession reached the door, it stopped, and the sound of suona and crying stopped at the same time, falling into a dead silence.

The people standing in front of the coffin froze one by one with strange expressions.

Only gusts of wind and fluttering paper money set off the eerie atmosphere.

"These seem to be paper figures!"

Liansheng lives with me every day in a paper shop, helps me tie paper, and is very familiar with the paper figures used for funerals. As soon as you see these people outside, you immediately know what this thing is.

"Coming for you!"

Lan Min also exclaimed, pointing to a person under the coffin.

The man's snow-white face, eyebrows, and facial features were as delicate as ink, but he stood sluggish and still.

Only the corners of his mouth were strangely hanged, revealing an expression that seemed to be smiling but not laughing, and seemed to cry but not crying.

I've seen a lot of paper figures, so naturally I'm not surprised or scared.

But what made me feel angry and unhappy was that he was holding a huge posthumous photo in his arms, which was very dazzling.

The posthumous photo is black and white, and it is my portrait!

Next to him, there was a man holding a tablet with my name written on it!

Although I knew that this was deliberately done by the enemy, I still felt a chill in my heart, shocked and angry when I saw this scene.

There are various ways to fight between the disciples of the Fa Sect.

The other party used Ghost Cry to disturb us before, and Liansheng used the bone flute to kill it directly, which is relatively simple and direct.

But in front of me, it's okay to say it's a fighting method, and it's okay to say it's not.

Because this method, mainly in the yin line, is more popular.

This is not called a spell, but should be called a spell, a curse!

It is the rules of the underworld that make use of the rules of the underworld, when a person dies, he is mourned, sent to the funeral, and then buried!

This is the process of dealing with the real dead.

If a person is not dead, but uses this method to bury the living as if they were dead, it will have a curse effect.

"The other party is very insidious, this is not easy to break!" Lan Min frowned.

If I were a mere Dharma disciple, I wouldn't be able to solve this problem.

However, as a disciple of the Fa Sect, I can only say that I am "a monk halfway", but I am engaged in yin practice, which is my real family mastery.

I may not be familiar with the other aspects, but if I have to say that it has to do with the dead, then I am very familiar with it.

Yin Xing has been inconspicuous since ancient times, and it is not ranked in the lower nine streams.

But each line can be passed down for thousands of years, and it has its own peculiarities.

Yin Xingren is not like a disciple of the Dharma Sect, and the disciple of the Dharma Sect will ignore the rules because he has a spell in his body. If you really encounter something, you can bear it.

However, people who are engaged in the practice of yin also know something, but they only understand this little thing, and they only use it to protect themselves in this practice.

For example, the paper figure dotted the eye, provoking evil!

Ordinary Yin pedestrians can only kowtow and apologize and find a way to send them away. But when you encounter a disciple of the Fajiao, you may be wiped out at will.

Therefore, Yin pedestrian people usually pay attention to principles and rules when they act.

If you don't pay attention to principles and rules, it is very likely that you will find trouble and attract things that you can't afford to provoke.

Although I am a disciple of the Fa Sect, I have also inherited the various taboos and rules about yin behavior that have been passed down from my ancestors.