On the phone with Zhang Hong, my uneasiness intensified. To be honest, I don't want Zhang Hong to learn spells, judging from his wife's matter, he can't control himself at all.

I said goodbye to my cousin's family in a hurry, and my cousin felt very sorry for me. She promised that she would find me a beautiful and gentle girl in the village, and let me go on a blind date when the time came.

I squeaked and whispered, rushed back to the village as soon as possible, and hurried to Zhang Hong's house, but the courtyard door was locked, and General Tie held the door.

I rushed home again, and my mother told me that Zhang Hong had just come and was with your third uncle in the backyard.

I hesitated, but I still went to the backyard, the door of the third uncle's small building was closed, and I looked in through the window, and vaguely saw the figure of the third uncle, which was full of smoke, and I didn't know what I was doing.

I was looking when the third uncle suddenly poked his head out of the window and beckoned at me, which meant to come in.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Zhang Hongzheng knelt in front of his third uncle, cut his fingers with a sharp knife, and dripped blood on a piece of black pasty. I took a closer look, gasping for air, and the black paste was a dried corpse of a baby, about two palms long, thin as a human dry, with a red ribbon around its waist.

I wanted to stop it, but Zhang Hong's blood had already fallen on it drop by drop, and it was quickly absorbed by the dried corpse.

The third uncle said in a deep voice: "In this apprenticeship ceremony, outsiders are not allowed to make noise and rush, and find a place to sit by themselves." ”

I had to sit in the farthest corner.

The third uncle said: "Zhang Hong, you are a nominal disciple with me, and it is not yet an official entry, but we already have the status of master and apprentice." I'm talking to you about my origins as a teacher, and my official status. ”

I hurriedly said, "Third uncle, why don't you ...... I'll go out first. ”

The third uncle said, "No, you are also listening here." To say this, I have to go back and talk about my father, An Shichang, he said that it was my father, but there was almost no affection between the two of us, and my memory of him was very vague. As far as I know, An Shichang stayed abroad in his early years, and did not study the others well, but he was particularly interested in black witchcraft, and he spent a lot of time and energy in his early years studying black witchcraft, especially spells in Southeast Asia. Later, on a trip to Burma, he met an Azan who was practicing in a hidden village. ”

"Master, what is Azan?" Zhang Hong asked curiously.

"Azan is the name of Southeast Asia, which is equivalent to our master, Taoist, mage and the like here. Na Azan is the black-clothed Azan , simply understood as a person who studies black witchcraft. I don't know much about the situation at that time, but I only know that An Shichang and that Azan reached an agreement. The third uncle lit a cigarette and said quietly.

He called my grandfather very rarely called my father, and many times he called him by his first name, and I could feel that after so many years, he still had a grudge.

Zhang Hong and I didn't speak, and listened quietly.

The third uncle continued: "The agreement is that Azan allows An Shichang to transcribe a top-secret law text, and on the condition that An Shichang must hand over his child to this Azan . ”

Hearing this, we let out a soft "ah" cry.

I vaguely seemed to think of something.

The third uncle smoked a cigarette and said, "That child is me." When I was six years old, I followed this Burmese Azan and we went into the deep mountains and old forests, I followed the master to learn black witchcraft, suffered many, many sins, and encountered several life and death dangers. Master once promised me that after my skills were profound, he would teach me a copy of the secret book of the ancient master, and the spells in it could be called the king of black witchcraft! With it, almost all the Dharma in the world can't compete with it. The day he passed on my Dharma book was also the day he passed away. As soon as I got the Dharma book, I was coveted and robbed by the enemy. They were very taboo about my master, so they waited for the day he died. ”

Zhang Hong said, "Master, is the Fa book still in your hands?" Since it's so powerful, as long as you learn it, you can go back and get revenge! ”

The third uncle nodded: "Being able to see this layer means that your kid is a little savvy." It's a pity that Master only passed on the Fa book to me, but not the interpretation book, and now this book is a heavenly book for me. ”

"Why?" I asked, "Is that Dharma originally written in Southeast Asian?" ”

The third uncle said: "It's not called Southeast Asian, to be precise, it's written in ancient Burmese." The Dharma book is similar to an ancient book, which specifically records spells, runes and some totemic patterns, and the inheritance is extremely secret. Even if you know the ancient Burmese language, it is useless, and the description of the mantra in this Dharma book is extremely obscure, comparable to the book of heaven. The most taboo in interpreting the Fa is that you don't know how to pretend to understand, and even guess and guess, and the whole meaning of a wrong word will be a thousand miles wrong. “

Zhang Hong was anxious: "Master, can you not learn?" ”

The third uncle said in a deep voice: "Before my master died, because the situation was urgent, he didn't tell me how to interpret it. He just told me that he had told An Shichang about the interpretation of this Fa book, and An Shichang recorded it at the time, and if I wanted to continue studying, I had to go back to China to find my father. ”

I thought of a question and whispered, "Third uncle, since your master knows such awesome spells, is he the most powerful mage?" ”

The third uncle shook his head: "My master has not learned the above spells, the spells on this spell book are extremely difficult, if you don't learn it well, you will be greatly counterattacked." Now I have no choice, I have to find the relics left by An Shichang and find his interpretation book many years ago. ”

Only then did I understand why the third uncle was looking for my grandfather's relics day and night.

"So grandpa is also a dark wizard?" I asked with a wink.

The third uncle smiled: "He's just a scholar, he's just interested in this thing." It's like a foodie who can't cook. He suddenly became serious: "What I said to the two of you today is a top secret of the master's sect, and you are not allowed to say it, otherwise it will lead to death!" ”

My throat rattled.

"Especially you, Zhang Hong." The third uncle said: "You have already made a blood oath, if you betray the master and disobey the master's orders, the end will be miserable, comparable to a hell, do you understand?" ”

Zhang Hong was so frightened that he trembled all over, kowtowed and made it clear.

The third uncle said, "You give me the clay villain." ”

Zhang Hong opened the backpack and took out the clay figure from it, and the sewing needle was still inserted into the villain's right eye and pierced deeply.

The third uncle stroked the villain and sighed, "I can feel the powerful resentment above. Zhang Hong, you don't have a high level of understanding, but there is one thing that is better than the strong son. ”

Zhang Hong was happy and hurriedly asked what it was.

The third uncle said: "You are very paranoid, you have a stubborn temperament, you can devote yourself to the Fa when you do it, and the greater your resentment, the stronger your mana." If you develop well, you will become a great mage. ”

Zhang Hong hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you, Master." ”

The third uncle stroked the villain for a while, pinched the tail of the needle, and slowly pulled out the long needle.

"Zhang Hong, you have passed the entrance test, and the ceremony is complete." The third uncle said, "From tomorrow, I will teach you some introductory spells." ”

"Master, who is more powerful than those big immortals in our ten miles and eight villages?" Zhang Hong asked.

The third uncle was full of arrogance and smiled faintly: "Those rural gods may have some skills, but most of them are abductors and abductors, which is not worth mentioning." As long as you study hard, you don't dare to say it when you are older, and there is no problem at all in basing yourself in the township. ”

Zhang Hong grinned: "I see who will dare to underestimate me in the future." He rolled his eyes: "Master, can you give me this clay villain?" ”

The third uncle said: "This is the first task I gave you to get started. You make yourself a clay figure. I've already told you what to do with it, you make up enough raw materials yourself, and then fire them into villains. In the future, it will be for you to use for yourself, and you can deal with whomever you want. ”

Zhang Hong couldn't hold back, a little eager to try.

The third uncle said: "You go first, if you don't understand, come and ask me." ”

Zhang Hong gritted his teeth, probably thinking about who to deal with first after being a good clay villain. He bowed to the third uncle a few more times, winked at me, and walked away.

When he left, I coughed and said, "Third uncle, will you be in a hurry to accept the apprentice?" ”

The third uncle's face was gloomy: "Maybe." Hadron, I'm running out of time. ”

I was startled and asked him what he meant.

The third uncle said: "As far as I know, the enemy who robbed the Faben has already entered the country, and they will find it soon. I must find An Shichang's interpretation book before they find it, and quickly learn the ultimate spell above, so that I can have a chance of survival. However, this possibility is very low, I looked for a few days, and I don't know where the interpretation book is, maybe An Shichang didn't stay at all, and it was burned. If I can't pass this pass, I have to plan for the aftermath, and I want to pass on my skills as much as I can. ”

His tone was extremely lonely.

I was a little afraid to look him in the eye, and my third uncle once offered to let me get in, but I refused at the time. I always feel that this line of work is too dangerous, walking on the tip of a knife, looking at the scenery, in fact, I can fall into the abyss if I am not careful.

The third uncle did not continue to say this, and said, "Recently I thought of a place, maybe the interpretation would have been there. ”

"Where?" I asked.

The third uncle said: "Collect the tattered garbage station." ”

I immediately understood: "Third uncle, do you mean that this interpretation book was sold as garbage after my grandfather passed away?" ”

"Not bad at all." The third uncle nodded.

I said, "Even so, after such a long time, maybe it will have turned into pulp." ”

"Do your best to obey the destiny of heaven," said the third uncle, "I have a strong premonition that the interpretation should still be there, and someone has put it away." ”