The blood looked fresh, it was obvious that it had just been stained, and he didn't seem to notice it at all, instead telling me not to run around lately.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, but all I thought about was the tragedy I saw today and the red and hateful eyes of Wang's lame wife.

The nightmare I had yesterday kept echoing back in my mind.

The tragic situation of my brothers and sisters, the advice of my parents, all of which deepened my idea of doing it, Huang Pizi still didn't notice anything, and said that he was tired and asked me not to disturb him, so I went into the back room alone......

While he was not paying attention, I crept to the ancestral offering table, and according to my father's instructions in the dream, I put my hand under the table, and not far away I touched something hard and cold. I held it tightly and took it out to see that it was a three-inch long iron nail.

I don't know why, but it's pitch black all over but the tip has a strange red, and there is a faint smell of fish.

I held it, it was not a very heavy thing, but now it felt like a thousand pounds of weight, weighing heavily on my heart. There was a faint sound of snoring in the hall, and I tiptoed over and looked quietly through the crack in the door, only to see Huang Pizi lying on his side on the bed, sleeping very sweetly.

Defenseless.

Despite this, I am still a little uneasy in my heart, if I just come over and he wakes up, I don't think he is really defenseless against me, after all, he is a monster with Taoism, and I am just an ordinary human being, if he really finds out and takes a small life of his own, then what can I do?

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth, went back to my room, and found an old book that was a little yellowed through the gap between the bed boards.

After so many years of Lu Qingqing's defense of me, I don't trust him 100%. Lu Qing has a book that contains a lot of strange stories, as well as some strange formations that I can't understand. He is very precious this book, and he has always been reluctant to touch it, but I secretly copied a lot of it while he was unprepared, and I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Following what I had secretly recorded, I began to try to draw a "trapped" demon array on the ground outside the hall.

According to the book, this formation can trap certain monsters and make them unable to move for a short period of time. However, the specific time and so on will be different depending on the ability of the person who draws the array and the way of the demon. Although I don't know how long a novice rookie like me can control Huangpizi, I still have an iron nail in my hand, and I think that if I can control it for a few seconds, I can successfully kill him!

With this in mind, I concentrated on drawing a formation diagram on the ground. Since there was no cinnabar or anything else, I could only find some chicken blood and draw it on the ground with an old brush.

The strokes of the formation are complicated, and there can be no slightest mistake, if you make a mistake, the entire formation will be ruined.

I couldn't help but hold my breath and concentrate on the ground according to the pattern I had copied, stroke by stroke. Chicken blood is limited, and it can't withstand too many mistakes from me.

"What about drawing a trapped demon array? Oops wrong drawing, this one should be to the left. ”

Just as I was concentrating on drawing the formation, a joking voice suddenly sounded on the top of my head.

This surprise was not trivial, I almost subconsciously threw away the pen, and the whole person fell backwards and fell to the ground.

I looked up and saw that Huang Pizi was looking at me with a smile, no, to be precise, looking at the half-finished formation diagram on the ground.

"I haven't seen this thing for a long time, I stole it from that old thing in Lu Qing, right?"

What I didn't expect was that Huang Pizi not only didn't get angry, but didn't hurt me, but began to guide me seriously.

"However, the thing to ward off evil spirits is cinnabar, although you can use chicken blood, but you can only trap some little cubs who are not in the climate...... The blood of the black dog is better than it, and if you want to kill me, you have to practice again, look at the mess of this painting. ”

"You're not angry?"

I watched his reaction and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"What's there to be angry about? I haven't seen you and me in so many years, and if you believe me easily, I will think that you are simple-minded. ”

The yellow skin leaned against the doorrail, stretched out a foot and easily rubbed off my formation, it seemed that this half-finished thing really couldn't do any damage to him.

"Don't say it's you, it's Lu Qing's old thing, it's not a half-bottle of water swaying, I was also soft-hearted back then, and I agreed to be your family's protector, hey, I never expected to put myself on it!"