The master grabbed Jiaming's injured hand, approached the wound with his nose, and sniffed the remaining blood:

"The wound is festering like this, but you can hold on until now, I really admire."

If it weren't for Mengran sucking out a large amount of venom last night, I'm afraid that the wound would have been infected now, let alone seeing Master Zhang, he might not have survived last night.

"Master, can I still save this wound?" With his lips blackened, his face pale, and large beads of sweat flowing from his forehead, the dying Jiaming wanted to know his current condition.

I saw Master Zhang leaning his hands behind his back, calmly, first asked Zhigao to pick up Jiaming, and then walked to the offering table, pulled out an incense stick in the incense burner, and rhythmically broke it according to the length of three long and two short, and put it in the bowl.

Then he lifted the teapot and filled the bowl, motioned for Jiaming to drink it, and explained the consequences of the infection:

"If, after being bitten by a ghost, the wound becomes infected, or the venom enters the whole body, and the treatment is not timely, the blood flow stops, and then coagulates and turns into a black liquid, and the flesh stiffens, and finally only a dried corpse remains."

Seeing that the tea in the bowl is soaked in incense, it can already be seen to turn black and yellow, if you usually see it, you will turn around and leave, let alone drink, but now it is different, hearing what the master said is so serious, let alone drinking a bowl, even a pot can be dried up as wine.

After swallowing the last sip of tea in the bowl, he left the fragrant head and frowned:

"Master, will you be fine after drinking?"

"What I just drank is not a panacea, and even if it is, it will be good if you drink it, let alone being bitten by a ghost."

The master asked Jiaming not to rush it, and now he has only just begun to control the spread of venom.

After listening to the master's words, he stared at the wound on his hand, a little sad in his heart, and a little wanted to cry:

"I have a class tomorrow, does the master have any other way?"

In fact, I was afraid that more people in the school would know that I had been bitten by a ghost, and I couldn't wait for the master to heal the wound as soon as possible.

"There is a way, but I'm afraid you dare to ......" The master slowly spit out word by word, but said half and left half.

"Master, you say, as long as you can heal my wounds, no matter what, you are not afraid." Holding on to the table and moving his body, Jiaming pleaded with the master.

"People are divided into good and evil, and ghosts are usually divided into two types: good ghosts and evil ghosts. Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing. After the master finished speaking, he pressed Jiaming's wound.

"Ah......h

Hearing Jiaming's screams and knowing the pain means that there is still time to find a cure for the wound.

In fact, ghosts generally suck the yang energy of yang people, and for Jiaming being bitten by ghosts, because the little ghost was ruthlessly starved to death by his mother before his death, he was also very hungry after death, and he bitten people when he saw them, commonly known as starving ghosts.

When bitten by a starving ghost, you only need to go back to the little ghost, take its tooth powder and add snake gall bladder to drink, and the wound can be automatically healed when a pillar of incense is made.

Zhigao looked at Jiaming's wound, and then looked suspiciously towards the distance of the gate.

It was also his own cause now, and Jiaming was bitten by a ghost to save himself, so although he was very scared and frightened, he also had to retrieve the tooth powder for Jiaming.

Until eight o'clock in the evening, all the preparations have been made, incense, dark paper, red rope, spirit runes and other exorcism and ghost hunting props.

"You clean up here, I'll go to the room and get something." The master put down the talisman in his hand, patted the dust off his hands, and turned to walk into the room as he spoke.

"Oh..."A smile appeared on Zhigao's face as he watched the master turn around and walk into the room.

Thinking that with the master here tonight, it must be much easier to catch ghosts, so he rolled up his sleeves and quickly stuffed all the prepared props into the bag.

There was no light on in the room, and it was pitch black, and the master fumbled his way into the room, took down a wooden sword that hung from the wall behind the door, and walked out.

"Master, you went to the room just to get this little sword, it's still wooden." Seeing the master walk out with a small wooden sword, Zhigao frowned and questioned a little.

"It's ......"

The master raised the wooden sword in his hand towards Zhigao, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhigao: "Master, we are here to catch ghosts, not to make trouble."

Seeing that Zhigao's expression was very serious, the master couldn't cry or laugh: "Stinky boy, listen to it, this is a peachwood sword, not a small sword you said."

"This is a masculine wood, and the essence of peach wood is in the ghost gate, which can suppress evil qi and control hundreds of ghosts. Return the little sword, return the wood. After some explanation, the master was eager to throw the wooden sword at Zhigao.

"Oh, it's a peachwood sword. Hehe, where do you think you've heard of it? "The questioning of the master just now, the misunderstanding. Zhigao smiled with a smile on his face, his expression was a little bitter, and he spared his head.

"It's not a good thing."

The master said without hurrying, stooping down to pick up an empty plastic bottle at the foot of the table.

"This? What the hell is this? Won't it be, that? ......" Watching the old man pick up the plastic bottle, Zhigao didn't understand what the intention was, and seemed to understand something.

"Yes, boy pee." Master Zhi squeezed his eyebrows and said, looking at Zhigao with a helpless face, and his heart was very comfortable.

"Then you'll have to wait for me." Zhigao took the plastic bottle and walked to a corner, and after a while, he came back with a full bottle of pale yellow liquid.

So Zhigao asked Jiaming to wait for him to come back, and after a simple goodbye, the two began to set off.

Tonight's night was deep and quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

The lights on the road are very weak, sometimes even flickering, probably because there is something wrong with the street lights.

Along the way, the old and the young did not say anything, and walked forward side by side.

"Brush, brush!" A strange voice seemed to be around him, and Zhigao hurriedly looked east and west, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find anything, so he walked closer to the master with some nervousness.

"Meow ......"

A black cat sprang out of the woods under the telephone pole and leaped in front of Chigo and the master.

This scare scared Zhigao even more, and he almost scared his liver.

Zhigao patted his chest, exhaled, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he looked sideways at the master and whispered, "Master."

The master didn't answer for a long time, and Zhigao felt a little strange, judging from the usual time of contact with the master, but today's master seemed to be different from the past.

Looking at the master's solemn expression, a little strange, it seemed that he was uneasy about the black cat that had just escaped from the roadside forest, and it was a sign that something ominous was going on tonight.

Zhigao is not good to continue to ask.

It didn't take long to come to a fork in the road not far from the adobe house.

"Is that the front?" The master finally spoke, and Chi Gao nodded repeatedly.

"Why can't you see that broken house? I could still see it yesterday. Zhigao said and pointed in the direction not far ahead, and his voice was very low.

If it weren't for the master standing next to him, I'm afraid only he could hear his own voice.