Liang Houzai sighed, shook his head, and said, "Unless you find the source of the spirit medium, you can't crack it at all. In the ancient witchcraft of the Yelang clan, there is a kind of life-replenishing technique that is very similar to this. ”

As soon as he said this, I couldn't help frowning: "Is the source easy to find?" ”

Liang Houzai still shook his head: "These spirit mediums are all evil gods in the deep mountains, who knows which horn they are hiding in which deep mountain and old forest, unless the spell caster tells you what kind of witchcraft he is performing, and where the evil god is invited, otherwise, this curse will definitely be with you for the rest of your life." ”

I told Liang Houzai about the passage where he was almost hit by a car at the school gate, and also told him about a black shadow flying out of the car door, and finally asked him, "If you get rid of that black shadow, can you crack this witchcraft?" ”

Liang Houzai: "No, the black shadow you saw is only a small part of the power of the evil god, you get rid of this one, and the next one, there will never be a head." ”

After all these years of being in the trade, this is the first time I've come across a spell that I can't crack.

I rubbed my temples and asked Hou Zai again, "What kind of evil god are you talking about?" ”

Liang Houzai thought for a moment and said, "Generally speaking, the evil god is not a specific evil spirit, but a very large Qi field. For example, ancient battlefields, some ancient battlefields are located in the deep mountains, after the soldiers die, the yin qi, corpse qi and resentment can not be dispersed, after a long time, these Qi fields are like fermentation, will be distorted, deteriorated, and finally blended together to form a huge Qi field with self-awareness, such a Qi field is the evil god mentioned in witchcraft. ”

I smiled helplessly: "That's really not easy, but it doesn't matter, now let's find the person who performs the spell first." ”

"No, once you fall under this curse, as long as the curse is still working, you will never find someone to cast the spell." Liang Houzai shook his head.

He kept shaking his head from just now, which made me a little annoyed: "Damn, isn't this technique completely unsolvable?" ”

Liang Houzai: "I can't say that. I can't break the curse on you, but I should have a way to make it ineffective for a while. ”

I raised my eyebrows: "What do you mean there should be a way?" ”

Liang Houzai frowned: "I'm afraid I'm going to use witchcraft this time, but over the years, although I have thoroughly eaten the book that Master gave me, I only understand all the theoretical things, I have never practiced it, and I don't know if I can succeed." ”

I asked him, "Is there any other way now?" ”

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Well, I'm going to have to give it a try anyway, whether it works or not." I took a pair of chopsticks from the table and handed them to him: "Let's eat first, after we are full, what to do, I will fully cooperate with you." ”

Although Liang Houzai and I didn't look as exaggerated as Liu Shangang when we ate, we were both very fast, and I also knew that eating too fast was not good for the body, but for those of us who have been insisting on morning exercise since childhood, and constantly compressing the time in the morning in order to catch up with school, eating fast is really a helpless thing.

After eating, I began to clean up the table, and Liang Houzai took out his suitcase.

When I came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes and chopsticks, I found a box of cinnabar on the coffee table, and some black things, which looked like persimmon cakes painted black.

I picked one up and looked at it, but the more I looked at it, it looked like a persimmon cake, so I asked Liang Houzai: "Is this thing a persimmon cake?" ”

Liang Houzai nodded: "It is made of persimmons that are not yet ripe, and they are coated with ink and charcoal ash. ”

I didn't expect this thing to be a persimmon cake.

At this time, Liang Houzai took out a canned bottle from his luggage, which contained a yellow-colored powder.

I asked him again, "What's in the bottle...... Realgar? ”

This time Liang Houzai shook his head: "No, this thing is called 'living powder' in Yelang's ancient witchcraft, and there is also a kind of 'firewood powder' corresponding to it, but we don't need that now." ”

Speaking of this, Liang Houzai suddenly stopped and smiled at me.

I know that this powder is probably something very important in his lineage, and cannot reveal more to me.

He put the can and bottle on the coffee table and started walking around the house, I don't know what he was doing, and when I asked him if he needed help, he just waved his hand and said "no".

Liang Houzai circled around the room, and I felt as if he was calculating the area of the house, so I shouted at her, "Eighty square meters." ”

Liang Houzai was stunned for a moment and asked me, "What?" ”

I said, "This house is 80 square meters after deducting the public pool." ”

Liang Houzai let out an "um" and said, "I'm estimating the perimeter of the perimeter." ”

After a few more turns, he measured the size of each floor tile with his footsteps, and after a while, he returned to the suitcase, took out a clean piece of rice paper, poured some yellow powder from the can, and mixed cinnabar into it according to a certain proportion.

When the mixed powder on the rice paper looked completely orange from a distance, Liang Houzai took out a small cloth bag with blue flowers printed on it from the suitcase.

Inside the cloth bag was a very long canine tooth with a very sharp blade.

Liang Houzai carefully placed the canine tooth on the rice paper, then raised his head and said to me: "Brother Dao, I can only let the evil god's Qi field come and go, but if you want to suppress it, you still have to rely on it." ”

I asked him what he needed me to do, but he closed his eyes and concentrated on the incantation he didn't understand.

It was a language I had never heard before, and he only whispered at first, but then he "sang" the incantation in a strange melody.

Maybe it can't be called "singing" at all, but his voice is high and low, and the pitch is constantly changing between high and low, so that it forms a rhyme, or rhythm, similar to that of singing.

Five minutes later, Liang Houzai's eyes suddenly opened, and the moment his eyelids opened, I seemed to see a light blue light flashing on his pupils, but the light was fleeting, and before I could see clearly, Liang Houzai's pupils returned to their original color.

He looked at me and held out a hand to me.

Although he didn't say anything, I could understand what he meant, and I extended my right hand to him. Liang Houzai grabbed my hand and picked up the fangs on the table and poked it lightly on my ring finger, and I felt a sharp stinging in my fingertips.

Only then did I see clearly that a narrow blood groove had been opened on the side of the canine teeth, and the blood flowed down the wound on my hand into the blood groove, and then dripped down the blood groove into the powder on the rice paper.

Liang Houzai immediately picked up the glass on the table, poured all the powder mixed with cinnabar and my blood into it, and ran to the kitchen to get water and dissolve the powder in the cup.

At that time, I was still thinking that Liang Houzai would not let me drink this cup of orange water.

Good thing he didn't.

I saw him take out a clean white cloth from his suitcase, and then rushed to the balcony of the guest room with a cup.

I had never seen anyone do sorcery, and I wondered what he was going to do, so I followed him to the balcony.

I saw him dip a white cloth in a cup and draw a pattern on the balcony window that resembles hieroglyphs.

I can see the patterns until the liquid in the cup is dry, but when the liquid is dry, I can't see anything. The orange powder, the orange-yellow liquid, did not even leave any marks on the windows.

Then he went to my bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, and painted that pattern on every window, and when he finished drawing the last pattern on the bathroom window, the cup was all over.

From the very beginning, Liang Houzai had been giving me a nervous feeling, and it was not until he put the cup on the windowsill that I felt as if he was back to normal.

He let out a sigh of relief and said to me, "Next, we'll have to put a black persimmon in the corner between every two walls." ”

I saw that he was sweating profusely, looking very tired and weak, so I asked him to rest first, while I picked up the persimmons on the table and spun around the room.

As instructed by Liang Houzai, I placed a persimmon in every corner of the house, and then double-checked it again to make sure that nothing was missing, and then returned to the living room.

Liang Houzai was wiping the sweat from his head with a tissue, I sat on the sofa, looked at him and said, "Why are you sweating so much?" Is it expensive to perform such witchcraft? But I didn't feel like you were condensing your mind just now. ”

He smiled and said, "There are some witchcraft that can't condense mental power when they are used. And witchcraft is different from the spells we usually practice, the ones we usually practice are all clear in the field, most of them are either yin or yang, but witchcraft is different, it sometimes not only has to use yin and yang at the same time, but also with the help of some evil qi. When we cast other spells, we failed, probably it was just a backfire, but once the witchcraft failed, many times the caster was going to be 'devoured', and it was really a catastrophe. ”

I couldn't help frowning: "According to you, the risk of witchcraft is much greater than that of going out of the way?" ”

Liang Houzai: "Yes, although the power of witchcraft is generally very strong, it is not only risky to perform, but also the process of casting magic is extremely lengthy, and it is difficult to use it in actual combat. ”

I sighed helplessly: "I think the actual combat of witchcraft is quite strong, look at me, won't I be tricked?" ”

"Well," Liang Houzai nodded, "If witchcraft is used in conjunction with a strategy, it can be used well, and sometimes it is impossible to prevent it." Brother Dao, in fact, I think what happened in your school this time may be aimed at you. ”

I agree with Liang Houzai's statement: "I think so too. After all, we just dealt with the flowing corpse a day ago, and today there was an accident at the school, and the timing was too coincidental. I guess the person who posted the post probably tried to entice me to leave a message. By the way, when I read that post, I was wondering, 'There is a dead man hanging on the city gate, and the toast grows rice on the horse', what does this sentence mean? ”

Liang Houzai said: "This should be a very old proverb, some of the ancient witchcraft of the Yelang clan are also used in conjunction with such proverbs, and there is a proverb recorded in the book that Master gave me, which is very similar to the proverb in the post. The proverb says that the king of a small country kills his ministers, breaks up the corpses and throws the pieces of the corpses on a wasteland, and after the next year, a lot of rice grows on the wasteland. ”

I said, "How can there be such a long proverb?" It's clearly a story. ”