Chapter 117: Meditation Mantra
As soon as Da Mao stood up, he immediately squatted again, looked at Wu Zheng miserably, and asked, "Young man, who is so vicious to harm my father?" โ
"Who knows what hurtful things your family has done, and no one else knows if you offend them." Wu Zheng said coldly.
Then he asked the third master: "Have any young girls died in your village recently?" โ
The third master didn't know what to do, Wu Zheng pointed to the fangs in his palm and explained: "This is knocked out of the corpse's mouth, if I guess correctly, someone wants to refine it into a yin and yang corpse!" โ
"Yin and Yang Twin Corpses?" Although I don't understand, I am very domineering when I hear the name, and the third master is a little surprised.
"That's right, this yin and yang double corpse needs two corpses, a man and a woman, an old and a young, corresponding to a yin and a yang, it is very difficult to deal with after refining, but fortunately, only one tooth grows out of the mouth of this male corpse, and the two corpses grow together, presumably the female corpse has not yet become a climate."
Wu Zheng is not a villager here, so he doesn't know about the wedding and funeral in the village, but the third master is different, and he knows everything about it, so he immediately said: "Xiaoting in our village drowned half a month ago, does it count?" โ
"How old is this Xiaoting?"
"Seven years old." The third old man said
"Yes, of course!"
The third master couldn't help but talk about Xiaoting, saying that it was Aunt Zhang's girl in the village, who had just turned seven years old, and she was lively and very attractive, but she didn't expect such a thin life.
"Okay, people can't be resurrected after death, don't ink, without further ado, hurry up and take me to Xiaoting's grave." Wu Zheng said.
A group of people hugged Wu Zheng and trotted all the way to Xiaoting's grave, saying that it was a grave, but it was actually a mound, there were rules in the village, and the corpses of minors could not enter the ancestral grave, so Xiaoting was buried on the edge of a cliff.
But everyone was dumbfounded for a while, the mound was dug up by someone, and Xiaoting's body was lying aside, wearing a bright red skirt and face down.
Shrouded in red, the murderer!
"What's going on?"
Everyone was shocked, one by one at a loss, and at this time there was another thunderstorm in the sky, thinking of what had just happened in Da Mao's house, they were all worried about the reappearance of the scene, and they were ready to flee.
Sure enough, three thunderbolts sounded, Xiao Ting jumped up suddenly as if she had a spring, stretched out her hands, ten nails were jet-black, and they were still growing at a crazy speed, this was not the end, she walked in the direction of the villagers with a huge head like a wheel!
At this time, Xiaoting no longer had any thinking, she was completely a walking corpse, she couldn't control the center of gravity well, walked crookedly, reached out to support her head, but directly inserted a foot-long nail into her eyes, and suddenly spewed out a stream of black water, and she didn't know it......
"Oh my god, run!"
The villagers were so frightened that they were urinating, but their legs were already trembling, and they could still run!
Wu Zheng sighed, the corpse's eyes were broken, the corpse gas leaked out, and he couldn't use the corpse suppression talisman anymore, so he had to grit his teeth ruthlessly and said, "Xiaoting, I'll give you a ride!" โ
After that, Wu Zheng took out a few copper coins and threw them into the air, and the copper coins flew above Xiao Ting and hovered without falling, reciting a spell.
"Yang returns to yang, yin returns to yin, ghosts in all directions, gossip manifests, falls!"
Several copper coins fell in response to the sound and happened to fall in eight directions around Xiao Ting, forming an invisible gossip pattern that surrounded Xiao Ting in the middle.
"The green light is in the way, up!"
A flame bloomed in each of the eight copper coin holes, and the firelight shot up obliquely, intertwining into a light net, trapping Xiao Ting in the middle, and as soon as she reached out and touched the light, a black smoke immediately rose, as if she was being burned, "babbling" shouted in pain.
Wu Zheng touched the thunderstorm whip on his waist, pulled it out with a bang, the cold light flashed, and he came to the front with a fast pace, jumped up in the air, and slashed at Xiaoting's head.
But at this moment, the fangs in the pocket seemed to have received some kind of induction, and suddenly emitted a burst of sound waves, Wu Zheng's brain suddenly twitched like electricity, his body was uncontrollable, his hands trembled and slanted unobeyed, and the thunderstorm whip hit Xiao Ting's shoulder with a snap, a jet-black blood spurted out, and his arm was cut off.
After Wu Zheng landed on the ground, he couldn't stop panting, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he obviously felt that the sound wave was rampage through his body, and his internal organs were about to be stirred into a pot of porridge, and the pain was unbearable.
Quickly sit still and recite the meditation mantra.
"Too high on the stage, the strain is non-stop, the evil spirit binds the charm, the life is protected, the command is clear, the mind is peaceful, the three souls are eternal, and the spirit is not lost......"
The sound waves in his body began to slowly calm down, and he kept reciting them more than a dozen times, and finally suppressed the sound waves temporarily.
But Xiaoting took advantage of Wu Zheng's cultivation and had already tried her best to escape from the invisible gossip, shaking her head and rushing towards the crowd, and her body was full of corpses.
Wu Zheng yelled badly, jumped up, took out a blood-red thin thread from his arms, which was five or six meters long, and threw it out, just strangling Xiaoting's neck.
dragged Xiao Ting in front of him, held the red rope in one hand, and put the other hand into Xiao Ting's mouth, pulling out a fangs that had just been formed, Xiao Ting was in pain, and the sharp claws were inserted into Wu Zheng's back, and a puff of black smoke came out with a snort, which was both painful and itchy.
As soon as Wu Zheng gritted his teeth and tightened the red rope, he heard a click, and it was completely strangled, Xiao Ting suddenly had a different head, her head fell to the ground, and rolled forward like a leather ball.
Wu Zheng gasped for breath, but he didn't want the headless corpse to stand up suddenly, ran to the edge of the cliff with a smoke, picked up his head, and jumped!
The world is at peace.
The third master stepped forward in shock: "Young man, is Xiaoting dead?" โฆโฆโ
"She died early, even if she has the ability, she is just a corpse, this cliff is hundreds of meters high, and if she falls, she will inevitably be crushed and become minced meat."
Having said that, Wu Zheng knew in his heart that the corpse pill in Xiao Ting's corpse had not been taken out, and it must be a legacy to keep it.
But fortunately, under the cliff in front of him is an abyss, the fog is filled, the depth is bottomless, and there is no road around that can lead down, even if Xiaoting regathers her body under the abyss, it is impossible to climb up, unless she becomes a flying zombie, this possibility is too low.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to disperse, there were too many strange things happening today, they had to go home to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and pray for the safety of their families.
"Bell bell bellโ"
A crisp sound of bells came from nothing, and Wu Zheng shouted: "Wait! โ
Everyone stopped, Wu Zheng slowly walked to a woman wearing a straw hat, took the straw hat off, and looked at it to see that it was a beautiful woman, about thirty years old, but well maintained, her skin was delicate, delicate and delicate, and she looked like a yellow flower girl in her early twenties.
After the introduction of the third master, I learned that this beauty was the widow Zhang in the village.
"What are you doing, young man?" Widow Zhang laughed bitterly.