There are thousands of injustices in this world, and if you subdivide them, there must be thousands of them.

Most of the injustices in the back of the strength are naturally formed, and then because of some coincidences, they become injustices.

And many of the injustices that can be called "dead ancestors" by warlocks are "refined" by people with magic.

For the sake of some of their own desires, people have refined these injustices that harm others.

In the end, it is still the people themselves who are unjustly killed.

It's kind of ironic to say.

After the unjust revenge on the master, it will be a disaster in all directions.

Most of the people who suffer will only be afraid of those terrible injustices, and only think that they are the villains, because they caused their own disasters.

Only a very small number of people think about it, and they are afraid of the masters behind these injustices.

Of course, none of the top injustices can be created by warlocks.

Those injustices are either because of the peculiar place of burial, so the soul does not disperse and becomes the climate, or because they have experienced too much humiliation before death, resulting in monstrous resentment after death, and the soul of injustice will not be dispersed.

Most of the injustices formed by reasons such as the latter are not as powerful as the former, after all, no matter how negative and strong a person's emotions are, the degree of qi is not comparable to those "strange places" that are naturally raised.

The land of yin, the land of yang, the land of resentment.

These three types of Feng Shui are the most common and the most well-known, but when it comes to the word "Qi", they are really nothing.

According to Old Man Zuo, there are only four kinds of rarest strange places in the world.

A place of shade, a place of sunshine. (齾ya)

The land of evil, the eyes of mountains and rivers.

The sins I talked to the old man left about are the injustices born from the land of yin.

In the book "The Legend of Clouds", the record of the gloomy land is just such a sentence.

"Ten clouds are like clouds, there is no life on the ground, and there is no sound of insects."

The meaning of this is very simple.

Ten places of gathering yin can be compared to one place of yin.

There was no life in the gloomy land, and even the sound of insects could not be heard.

As for the severity of the sins that were born from this place, there is a record of this kind of injustice in the book "The Legend of the Clouds".

In the first year of Kangding in the Northern Song Dynasty, this kind of injustice occurred in Yingtianfu (now Shangqiu, Henan), and the twenty-one Maoshan Taoist priests brought by the Maoshan Sect Prison all died in the hands of this injustice.

It is not an ordinary person who can become the supervisor of the Maoshan Sect, except for the "leader" who is at the helm, his strength is one of the best in the Maoshan Sect.

But even so, he died tragically at the hands of the Yin Yin Evil like those Maoshan disciples.

Judging from the information I memorized, the strength of the injustices born from the gloomy land is definitely far better than the sins of resentment, and the origin of oneself alone is not of the same grade.

"I'll teach you the curse today, and we'll leave early tomorrow morning." Old man Zuo said to me seriously: "It's a bit unreliable to do this at night, and it's not a good thing for us to have a good yin qi." ”

"Cheng, listen to you." I nodded.

"This is a special talisman for the Angry Spell, you don't have to memorize it now, you can recite it again when you go back, we don't have that much time today." Old man Zuo frowned: "Go and prepare a piece of red paper five feet long and five feet wide, draw it with a black pen, remember, don't make a mistake in a word." ”

"Now is not the time to teach, Lao Zuo, why don't you paint?" I asked.

The old man Zuo smiled: "It's hard enough to draw this one just now, I don't want to start writing anymore, don't you toss my old arms and legs?" ”

"Just say you're lazy!" I glared.

"Study hard, boy, this is the kind of dragon-slaying technique you mentioned." Old man Zuo snorted.

I asked tentatively, "How hard is this spell?" ”

"According to common sense, there is no injustice that the Curse of Wrath cannot intimidate, unless the enemy is more powerful than the Evil of the Shadows, or is about the same strength as the Evil of the Shadows, the curse will not be effective." Old man Zuo gloated and smiled: "You can remember to find out the details of the enemy before using this, otherwise, as soon as you use it, the enemy will have to be anxious, and when the time comes, it doesn't matter if you are an empty city plan, I will kill you when I come up!" ”

"Is this considered to be fucked instead of pretending to be forced?" I asked, confused.

Old man Zuo pondered for a while, nodded silently, and said with certainty, count!

I didn't pay any attention to the old man Zuo, and after I went to get the red paper, I spread it out on the wooden floor of the room and drew it seriously.

This time we didn't bring a lot of red paper, except for the one I used, I could cut out two red papers of about the same size at most.

If I scrap my drawings three times in a row, I'll have to run out and buy paper again, which is definitely an unspeakable threat to a lazy cancer patient like me.

Damn, I don't want to go out on errands anymore, I haven't slept all night, and I'm almost tormented

"Hey, Lao Zuo, have you ever seen the sin of the shadows?" When I was drawing talismans, I also felt a little bored, so I started to talk to Old Man Zuo.

"I've seen it a few times." Old man Zuo didn't know where to get a small wine jug, and he was pouring himself a drink leisurely, looking so unhappy.

"Have you taken it?" I asked.

"No, I'm idle, I'm fine, why am I collecting the sins of the yin? Isn't this looking for trouble? Old man Zuo smacked his lips: "What's more, the sins of the Yin Dynasty are all corpses, I took it, where to put the corpses?" Burn it to drink? ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Corpses?"

"Nonsense, in the door of injustice, the corpse is the most powerful thing, except for those few special injustices, the rest exist as entities, not souls alone." Old man Zuo explained: "You have to remember what I am saying now, so as not to go out and mess around and embarrass Lao Tzu in the future." ”

"Is the corpse so powerful?" I was a little unconvinced.

"The soul can't handle the corpse, but the corpse can get the soul, don't you say it's powerful?" Old man Zuo didn't explain much, probably a little impatient: "Read more books after I go back, and lay a stable foundation for Lao Tzu!" ”

I stopped talking, and I was bored with talismans, and I only felt my heart going up and down.

Why is this thing so unreliable, I'm still going to fight monsters and upgrade here.,You're going to have a boss all of a sudden.,Isn't this making me play?!

I muttered to myself, and by about four o'clock in the afternoon, I had finally finished drawing the charm for the Fury Charm.

Really, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the time.

I've already scrapped two pieces of red paper, and if I scrap another one, Old Man Zuo will have to send me out on errands to buy red paper.

"The Fury Curse may sound like the name of a spell, but in reality, it's a kind of formation." The old man Zuo took a cigarette in his mouth and said with a serious expression: "After the formation, you are the eye of the formation." ”

"I'm the Eye?"

"Well, from the moment the Angry Curse takes effect, you are the Evil in the eyes of the Wronged, remember, you can't move around, you can only sit in the Eye and scare the Wrong." Old man Zuo frowned and said: "This time our plan is bankrupt, all the chips are lost, we can only fight, if this thing really can't be done, I will personally kill the injustice." ”

I sighed, nodded, and carefully folded the red paper talisman and put it in my backpack.

"Let's go."

Old man Zuo stood up, stretched comfortably, and saw that his expression was quite relaxed, as if he didn't take the resentment to heart, and there was no pressure at all.

"I'm in charge of keeping it, what are you responsible for?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm going to get something to scare it." Old man Zuo smiled: "It must be made that Chen Ling's resentful sin feels that someone wants to clean it up."

As he spoke, the old man Zuo took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "When that time comes, you can pretend to make a move, the injustice is not a brain, as long as it feels that you are protecting it, the things will be easy to do after that, just talk to it well, compared with ordinary injustices, the strength is very different, and it will definitely be able to talk to you." ”

"Done." I nodded.

"Are you scared?" The old man on the left asked me.

Hearing this, I replied with a wry smile: "I said I'm not afraid, do you believe it?" ”

The old man laughed and stopped talking.

Early the next morning, Old Man Zuo took me downstairs to check out.

As soon as he got out of the hotel, he hailed a taxi and headed straight for his destination.

The sun was shining that day, and sitting by the car window, I just felt like I couldn't open my eyes.

I squinted and leaned against the window, watching the pedestrians and the road as they sped by.

I don't know why, but suddenly, I found that the world gave me an indescribable strangeness.

Maybe it's because I've experienced something that ordinary people can't imagine during this time, or maybe it's because I've found out that the world is more complicated than I imagined, right?

That's how it should be.

When I first graduated from university, I was at a loss for what to do with society, and I felt that society was more complicated than I imagined.

Now I seem to have taken another step forward, or rather, stood taller than I used to be.

Seriously, society is a fucking thing that no one can fuck out.

"Changshan, I'll teach you the spell of the angry curse now, you remember, this must be used with a magic weapon, you can start with the evil wood." Old man Zuo said to me suddenly.

I hummed and listened intently to the incantations he had recited to me.

When the driver saw us chattering, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and that look was like a mental illness.

"Remember?" After the old man Zuo finished chanting the string of incantations, he asked me.

"Remembered." I nodded.

Old man Zuo smiled, looked at me deeply, and said word by word.

"Whether you saved her, or I destroyed her, Changshan, it's up to you."

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