Not for a moment. And then it came to fruition. In the emergency room, two crippled souls were holding each other and squeezing out of the crack in the door. They staggered and supported each other, and they couldn't walk in unison, as if we were seriously injured, and the pain could not be hidden. But they can still get along. It's really impressive. Well said in a word. Do not seek to be born on the same day. But he begged to die on the same day. This is a kind of fate. Master peeked at him and pretended nothing had happened. I squatted on the ground and pretended to be a family member of a patient who was asleep.

Wait for the two of them to float in front of me and Master. I. Master stood up from behind them. Follow them all the way to the corner of the hallway. Master began to strike. The old man pulled out stacks of charms in a row. Password export. Those various charms were frantically struck at the two broken souls. All of a sudden. Flames were pouring throughout the hallway. Lights fly. Where can the two crippled souls, who are already weak, parry such an overwhelming formation. The few souls that were left in their bodies were gradually withdrawn by the spell. Courage is spirit. The soul is a subdivision of the soul. After. It turned into wisps of white smoke of different lengths. And this soul turned into white smoke. It can be wiped out in an instant. There is no room for delay. Master ordered me to quickly take out the black clay jar that I had brought with me. One by one, I lifted the spells on the mouth of the can. The black clay pot began to exert its strength. Wisps of white smoke were instantly sucked into the black clay pot. The master stretched out his hand again and again and gently slapped the charm down. Clapped both hands gently. As if to say. Succeed with flying colors.

It took less than three minutes from tracking the remnants to collecting them. This has never been seen before. Unheard of spells. Battles. It really made me dumbfounded. In addition to the technique of soul transplantation described by Master. It's fucking unprecedented. Gained insight. It was an eye-opener. I think that when Master actually transplants the soul of the second dog, it will definitely be more exciting than it is now.

After dawn. The master found the family of Ergouzi and explained the situation. Say. I've found a way to save the two dogs. It's just that there is no way to do it in this hospital. Should be discharged. Find a more remote place as far away. Do it one day early. The second dog has more hope of surviving.

Ergouzi's relatives and sisters listened to Master's words. I also communicated with the hospital according to Master's instructions. Say. While the second dog is still breathing, he wants to take him back to his hometown. This fallen leaf is better than dying in a foreign land. A brief study on the hospital side. The conclusion was reached: Second, the possibility of the dog waking up is very small, very small. Very little. Even for impossible. In addition to the high medical bills are unaffordable. There was nothing the hospital could do. So. Hospital-side. Respect the hospital for the families of the two dogs. Two dogs are allowed to be discharged.

After discharge. A group of us hit a hearse. Because an ordinary passenger car will not carry a half-dead two dogs. So......

The hearse drove us all the way to the outskirts. When you get to the outskirts, everything is easy. Master found a long-abandoned and dilapidated house. Stay until dark. Master took all the people away. Only remained. I. Master. Two dogs.

By the night. The second dog lay quietly in a wheelchair. Master and I were nervously preparing for the soul transplant. Wait until everything is ready. Master took out a bright knife. I don't understand what Master means. Then he asked, "Master." What do you do with a knife. ”

"Hmm. Wait. Cut the arms of the two dogs open. And then. Forcing the soul he needs into the body of the second dog."

"Master. How sure are you. The second dog is already weak. You cut his arm again. If. Excessive blood loss. Not only could we not save him. Instead, it made him die faster. ”

"Leave it to fate"

"That. Master. Have you ever had a soul transplant before? ”

"Nope"

I grabbed the knife in Master's hand. Not without worry, he said, "Master." Think twice. Don't look at the relatives of the second dog who promised so well. If you can't save it. They're going to hit it upside down. It is said that we killed the two dogs. Until then. We can't argue. I can't tell. "After all. Rural people are the most difficult to deal with when they play scoundrels.

"What are you afraid of. Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people."

"Master."

Master didn't speak. Instead, light a few lamps of spells. In an instant, the dilapidated house was brightly lit. I saw that Master was so stubborn, so I had to cooperate. Master took out the sharp knife again. Ignited a bunch of charms and ignited a raging flame. The sharp knife sanitizes the fire of the spell.

Without hesitation, the master picked up Ergouzi's drooping left arm. It was a knife to the wrist of the second dog. The knife is as big as a child's mouth. Crimson blood gushed out. The second dog was still motionless and unresponsive like a dead man. Master then ordered me to quickly take out the black clay pots. I quickly took them out and laid them out one by one.

Master waved his right hand slightly. The spells on the black clay pot all drifted away. Turned into white smoke, wisps of soul. Suddenly snatched the can out. They desperately tried to escape. That's when it happened. All sorts of spells came up again. Block their escape. All of a sudden. Whole room. Lightning. Fireworks flying. The fireworks are gorgeous. Smoke fills the air. And a lot of blue-glowing spells. Constant burning. Constantly unleashing power. Force those souls to the knife edge of the two dogs' wrists. They are powerless. That's when I found out. It turns out that the method of soul transplantation is the same as the one we usually do when we are sick. It's all about using the arm.

Look again. Two dogs' arms. The wisps of white smoke were forced into the body of the second dog. Some are still lingering around their arms. Some of them simply rejected the body of the second dog, and just forced it in and ran out. The master had no choice but to desperately use the charm to hit it upward. After a while, Kung Fu Er's body began to tremble. The eyes are like those of a dead fish. But it can still be done in one piece. Go without saying. The effect is still very obvious. The soul that was forced into the body of the second dog swam around inside. Everywhere you go, it's raised. And sink again. Repeatedly. It's like an electric shock. One will die. I will live for a while.

The city gates caught fire. Affected pond fish. The countless spells that Master played were other than not hitting Master. Even I won't let it go. Knocked me to the ground several times. Spells slammed into my face like fucking slaps. I shouted as I looked at my body full of charms and soot. 'Master. What the hell are you doing. How I felt like my body was hollowed out. It's like meeting a man or a demon.'" Master didn't look back, and flicked a spell directly into my forehead, and my whole body was bounced against the north wall. In addition to the severe pain. I felt like I was alive again. Look at the scene in front of you. All the spells that burned out immediately flew into the air. Forthwith. Swirling around the two dogs in a staggered manner. The stars are holding the moon. It's gorgeous. The whole world seems to be illuminated.

The splendid scenery is like smoke. Once extinguished. Starfire falls endlessly. A wave is better than a wave like a polar meteor shower. It's like a butterfly. The last wisp of white smoke finally forced into Ergouzi's body.

"It's all right," the master put down everything in his hand. Take a long sigh of relief. said: "I finally collected the three souls and seven spirits needed by the two dogs. If nothing else. The second dog will wake up with the morning dew tomorrow morning.

"I don't think I'll wake up," I said in frustration as I looked at the wound on Ergouzi's arm and no blood was flowing out again.

"Nonsense," Master scolded me.

"I don't believe it. You can see there's no blood coming out of his arm.

"The dying man. There wasn't much blood left. This is normal," said the master, disapprovingly. Grabbed a handful of ashes from the burning spell from the ground and covered the wounds of the two dogs. And then. The old man collapsed to the ground and fell asleep. This is too much force. He needs a break. And I came to the spirit. Say:

"Master. Is it mastered soul transplantation**. We can live forever. ”

"In that case. What's the difference between that damn human demon and that damn man?"

"Hey. Master. When will your old man be able to transplant this soul ** teach me?"

"Fuck off. This is something you should learn. ”

"It's stingy. I. But your apprentice. If you don't pass it on, I pass it on."

"This thing. Not only can you not live forever. On the contrary, whoever learns dies quickly."

"Deception"

I quarreled with Master for a long time. There is no argument about the outcome. How can other people's housekeeping skills be handed over to us? Taught me. What will I do in the future, Master?

Stay until dawn. The result was just as Master had expected. The second dog miraculously woke up. But I can only blink and blink my eyes. Can't speak yet. Not to mention talking. Luckily he woke up. Her relatives were finally somewhat comforted. Even if it seems like a different person. It's completely more than two people in the past.

Just as we were heading to the city's train station to prepare to return home. I saw a familiar figure in the crowd. I said to Master:

"I seem to see Uncle Hezi, the second child"

"What is he doing here?" Master seemed to ask me.

"Hell knows," I shrugged.

"Two eggs. Remember. In the future, I must ignore him and stay away. He's not a good guy. Stay away from him. Otherwise. He's going to kill you."

"Such an exaggeration"

After returning home. It's been a while. When there is news of the two dogs. That's good news. The second dog has completely woken up. In addition to the fact that the two legs often fight. Walk without knowing what leg to walk on. He also mastered a foreign language. That's English. Just in time for the shortage of English teachers in their town's middle school. He was asked to be an out-of-staff teacher. I also got acquainted with a divorced female teacher. Finally tied the knot. Say. It's good to be wrong. Providence is good. The second dog is a blessing in disguise. It's just in my opinion. How do these two dogs know foreign languages? Perhaps. The soul transplanted into his body must have been taught foreign languages before his death.

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