The light transmission of the room is very poor, and people stand in the room, and there is a faint musty smell lingering between their noses.

Regarding the grievances in Guo Fatzi's voice, Bu Xihuaiwen didn't say anything more after all.

He doesn't like to use his own standards to criticize others too much.

It will be very painful for a living person to be sealed into resentment for no reason, and the evil qi will gradually ferment in the body of the living person like koji, gradually eating away at the vitality of the living, and when the living person does not know the pain, he will no longer be a human being.

This kind of evil art is extremely vicious, and it is deeply hated by the Daomen and the officials.

Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, there have been many records in the local government chronicles and annals, saying that there are many witchcraft in the south of the Yangtze River......

Bu Xi Huaiwen squinted and squatted down, looking through the mottled door to see the sun that was not too strong in the early morning.

Guo Fatzi's two female dolls were very young, but they were stunned with a dead air, curled up in a corner like thin cats, staring at Bu Xi Huaiwen with heavy eyes.

There was a ground of withered yellow hair scattered on the ground, which belonged to Guo Fatzi's wife.

Miss Buxi was still kind-hearted in the end, a touch of distress flashed on her face, and she bent over and stretched out her hand to comfort the two little girls in the corner.

was rudely ripped away by Bu Xi Huaiwen.

Bu Xi looked at his brother with a crying voice: "Brother, what should I do, a child who is only a few years old, this is too vicious!" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen rubbed his brows: "Let's drive out the corpses, there are some means to deal with the corpses, but if you want to save people, especially those in this half-evil state, there is really no good way!" ”

Bu Xi was a little unwilling: "Brother, are we just watching them become alive?" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen sighed helplessly: "It has been a long time since the evil qi eroded their bodies, and even if my brother tries his best, he can only keep them from dying......"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Fatzi rolled to Bu Xi Huaiwen's feet, and what he said was nothing more than some begging to be a cow and a horse.

Bu Xi Huaiwen smiled a little bitterly: "To protect them from dying, that is to say, they can only live half-human and half-ghost, and resentment has invaded the internal organs, even if it is half-human and half-ghost, it is only a delay of three or five years, and after three or five years, it is likely to be festering and dying......"

Guo Fatzi's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dull, and Bu Xi Huaiwen's words seemed to crush his whole person.

At the same time, Bu Xi Huaiwen rummaged through the cloth bag he carried for a long time, and only the yellow paper talismans he drew were scattered all over the ground.

Bu Xi Huaiwen turned his head and walked out of the courtyard door.

Fortunately, just after the Shangyuan Festival, red paper is not difficult to find.

Seeing the glutinous rice wine brewed by others, Bu Xi Huaiwen also cheekily asked his neighbors for a jar.

Therefore, when Bu Xi Huaiwen came back, there were some curious people behind him, but he only dared to lie at the door from a distance.

I opened the clay pot that sealed the wine, and the rice wine was already slightly sour.

Bu Xi Huaiwen handed the wine jar to the little monk Wuyu: "Drink it!" ”

The little monk hesitated a little, but he still raised his head and drank most of the altar in one gulp, and said in a low voice with a flushed face: "Amitabha, if it is to save people, the Buddha will not blame me!" ”

Bu Xi Huaiwen smiled evilly, ignored the little monk, turned his head, lit three sticks of incense, and stood in front of Guo Fatzi's wife and daughter.

The strange thing is that when the green smoke was filling, Guo Fatzi's wife and daughter quieted down.

Taking a pen from the little monk and dipping it in cinnabar, Bu Xi Huaiwen pinched the mouth of the skinniest girl in the corner, and Bu Xi Huaiwen got goosebumps.

There was something like black ink between the teeth, and the base of the tongue had turned blue.

"If you run into us ten days later, I'm afraid there will be another unsolved case here! When the time comes, your family will have to burn! ”

Bu Xihuaiwen looked gloomy, glanced at the trembling Guo Fatzi, and then pried the pen dipped in cinnabar deep into the little girl's throat, and quickly brought out a crooked red line, from the throat to the tip of the tongue, red as fire.

It was obviously a light pen, but at that moment, Bu Xi Huaiwen was holding it in his hand, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Bu Xi Huaiwen folded the red paper a few more times, bit his finger and pointed it at the little girl's black eyebrows, and the red paper pressed it tightly.

The next moment, the little girl's body suddenly twisted at an abnormal amplitude, followed by a heart-rending hoarse scream.

Only halfway through the scream, the little girl fell down and vomited violently, and in an instant, Bu Xi Huaiwen took the jar of glutinous rice wine and took it.

There was an indescribable stench in the whole room.

When the little girl didn't vomit, the chaotic color of her eyes gradually became a little clearer, and she shouted at Guo Fatzi's weak choked voice: "Dad! And he fell to the ground, and did not wake up.

Guo Fatzi's expression finally came to life with a hint of brilliance.

Bu Xi Huaiwen said: "Go and boil porridge, glutinous rice porridge, prepare red dates and brown sugar, remember to boil more!" ”

Guo Fatzi didn't say anything about such a thing, and he flew to do it in a hurry.

In the process of becoming evil, the strength will be much greater than in the past, so repeated three times, but the three incense sticks that burned were only half burned, but Bu Xi Huaiwen collapsed, sweat on his forehead like rain, fell to the ground, looking at the remaining half of the incense, Bu Xi Huaiwen's face was a little pale.

"Quick! Fatty, don't boil it, it's too late, go to the porridge shop outside and buy some back, damn, Lao Tzu has low blood sugar, I'm hungry and faint! ”

As he spoke, Bu Xi Huaiwen shook his hand and pinched a few yellow talismans and threw them aside at the mouth of the altar, and inside the jar, the original rice wine boiled and sizzled, and the color also turned into a thick blue-black.

When Guo Fatzi bought Shang Wen's porridge back, Miss Bu Xi fed Bu Xi Huaiwen a few mouthfuls, Bu Xi Huaiwen's lips gradually became a little bloody, took the bowl, and said to Guo Fatzi: "Irrigate, pour your wife and children, pour porridge, if you can wake up before the incense goes out, there is still life, otherwise, prepare for the future!" Fatty, don't blame me, I tried my best, whether I lived or died, I resigned myself to fate! ”

Guo Fatzi looked at Bu Xi Huaiwen blankly and in surprise, and for a long time, he buckled his head three times.

Bu Xi Huaiwen, who had eased up, stood up with his support for the door frame, shook off his dizzy head, picked up the jar, and greeted the already drunk little monk: "Little monk, the wine ring has been broken, go back and marry my sister honestly, and you don't have to suffer the sex ring anymore!" ”

is innocent, but he opens his mouth and is silly, and his steps are unsteady.

Miss Bu Xi asked Bu Xi Huaiwen where he was going, and Bu Xi Huaiwen's eyes flashed with murder: "Go find out the person behind the scenes!" ”

When he was discharged from the hospital, Bu Xi Huaiwen suddenly turned his head, and then looked at Guo Fatzi, who was pouring porridge to his wife and children in a panic, with a complicated expression, and hesitated for a long time, Bu Xi Huaiwen said: "If you want to save your wife and children from healing, now there is only one line of medical words that have withered in the Daomen, fat man, if I didn't hit you, the survivors of the one line of medical words are rare, as far as I know, the youngest person in the one line of medicine should also be dead, but ...... If you really don't give up, there is a small city to the north of Taihang Mountain, perhaps, the Taoist medical pulse is a way, that person can still understand something, you can go to him and try it......"

When Bu Xi Huaiwen went out, in the house, Guo Fatzi just silently and desperately rubbed the corners of Ming's eyes.