When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day, and Mr. Yu said to him: "Master Ghost King thinks that your black witchcraft is not yet at home, and you must tattoo thorns on your body to imprison the scriptures, so that it will save a lot of trouble in the future." There was no way, Deng Kang had to agree.

The position of these mantras is exquisite, and you can't just find a place to tattoo it. The arms should be tattooed with psychic spells, while the front chest can only be used to tattoo spirit induction spells, and the back and face are imprisoned spells. Because mana is emitted from the heart and brain, the mantras in these two places can exert the greatest imprisoning effect. But Deng Kang didn't want to get tattoos on his face and arms. He felt that the face tattooed like the ghost king was too ugly, and he couldn't see people in the future, and after his arms were tattooed, he couldn't wear a short-sleeved shirt anymore, and the ghost king didn't force it.

But Dengkang also felt very strange, why didn't Mr. Yu have tattoos on his face, didn't he need it? Of course, he didn't know what Mr. Yu's mana was, only that he was about to leave the Philippines and go back to China. Hearing that Mr. Yu has been learning black witchcraft from the Ghost King in the Philippines for 12 years, Deng Kang admires his perseverance very much, and wants to let himself learn him here for more than ten years, he must be crazy.

The Ghost King personally tattooed a mantra on Dengkang's chest and back, and he used a long copper tube with a needle point in the front. It is filled with special black oil, which seems to be mixed with pollen, warp powder, black ore powder, and pie powder. The ghost king tattoos the sutra mantra on the client during the day, but the yin spell on the Dengkang tattoo is at midnight, and it is in a mass grave.

That night, according to the instructions of the ghost king, the Malay boy handed a large backpack to Tengkang for him to carry, and then set off for the mass grave. After the ghost king and Deng Kang walked for three hours, they came to the mass grave, and the ghost king searched everywhere, and several wild dogs with bright eyes followed them from a distance. Deng Kang didn't know what the Ghost King was looking for. There were only corpses wrapped in straw mats and shrouds, and corpses that had decomposed into bones.

After searching for more than ten minutes, the ghost king pointed to a light yellow thin plate coffin and said to Deng Kang, "Open it and move the body out." ”

Dengkang had heard that many death row prisoners who had been shot and had no family members to claim them were thrown here, but the government usually buried them in a thin coffin. He opened the lid of the coffin, and the body inside had just begun to decompose, and it should have been left here for a short time. The stench was so strong that he couldn't cover his nose, so he finally had to tear off two pieces of the clothes he was wearing and wrap them around his nose, and then reach out and hug the corpse.

It was very dark, it was still cloudy, and there was no moonlight, Deng Kang couldn't see the appearance of the corpse clearly, and he didn't want to see it, so he could only tell that the deceased was wearing a yellow dress. The decaying corpse is fragile, like grabbing a stewed chicken out of a pot with your hands, and it is easy to fall apart. Deng Kang was nauseous and nervous. I finally got the body out, turned the coffin over again, and poured out the lime powder that was padded inside to absorb moisture. The ghost king opened his backpack and took out a large white shrouded linen cloth from it, and the two of them put the sackcloth in the coffin and surrounded it on all sides, and then the two stepped into the coffin and sat cross-legged in the same direction, Deng Kang in front and the ghost king in the back.

It was the first time Deng Kang had sat in the coffin of a dead man, and he felt unwell and stripped naked. Because he often practiced spirit control techniques, he could sense countless yin spirits peeping around him in such a place where the yin qi was very heavy and the resentment was very strong. Even though he had been cultivating the Fa for hundreds of days, he was still furious in his heart.

The ghost king also took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos all over his body, and then took out a brass tube needle, chanting the mantra in a low voice, and tattooing Dengkang's left and right arms, front and back of the chest. Deng Kang felt cold and tingling, and according to the instructions of the ghost king, he was also reciting the black witch spell to cooperate with the blessing of the ghost king.

Just when the ghost king was tattooing Dengkang, he suddenly saw a person standing in front of him, he could no longer tell whether it was a man or a woman, the clothes on his body were in tatters, and half of his face was full of bones. Looking at the side, there were also many people with different heights, shortness, fat and thinness, standing and staring at Dengkang, and even the kind of people lying on the ground and wrapped in straw mats also stared at this side.

Deng Kang's heart panicked, the spell stopped, the ghost king's voice increased, and at the same time, Deng Kang found that those people were slowly walking towards him. He was startled, and the mantra became even more chaotic, and suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear: "Why don't you stop your father from harming me!" The voice was very loud, and it was actually from Dengkang's mother. Dengkang's mind was in turmoil, and he searched everywhere, but he didn't see anything. He felt chills all over his body, his hands trembled, and his mother's voice said, "I'm going to kill him, and you!" ”

This made Deng Kang feel devastated, and he wanted to escape several times, but the copper tube needle of the ghost king seemed to be magnetic, and he couldn't stand up. The mantra recited by the ghost king was also learned by Dengkang, and he subconsciously recited it with the ghost king. Hearing his mother's voice shouting angrily: "No, I want your father ......to die too" The voice became farther and farther away, Deng Kang almost couldn't sit still, he gasped for breath, barely let the mantra stop, felt cold and itchy under his nose and eyes, and knew that he was bleeding again. After the ghost king finished stabbing his back, he quickly stepped out of the coffin, sat opposite Dengkang, and continued to tattoo his chest. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and somehow the shroud that was padded in the coffin was scraped in and put its head over the two of them.

Deng Kang panicked, he couldn't see anything, and just about to reach out to remove the shroud, the ghost king's chanting mantra increased, and at the same time pierced the needle hard into Deng Kang's muscles, and the pain made him gasp, and he knew that he couldn't move. At this moment, Deng Kang saw countless hands caressing through the wind-blown sackcloth of the shroud. There was also a lot of crying and growling. The speed of the ghost king's tattoo is getting faster and faster, and it seems that there is no need to look at it at all, because it is always pitch black, and he can't even see his own hands clearly, let alone tattoo the scripture spell and pattern.

The shroud was blown off by the wind. The mass grave was terrifyingly dark, with only the corpses and broken coffins scattered around, and dozens of wild dogs staring at each other in the distance. Finally, the ghost king finished all the tattoos on Deng Kang's chest, he stood up and walked out of the coffin, and Deng Kang was groggy and wanted to stand up. Pressed by the Ghost King: "Lie in." ”

"What?" Deng Kang didn't understand.

The ghost king said, "Lie down and don't move, and you don't need to recite mantras, because you have a soul control mantra on you." I'll come to you early tomorrow morning, and you can't leave this coffin until then, otherwise the spirit control thorn on your body will be invalid, and you will not be able to cast spells again, and you will be sick yourself. Without waiting for Deng Kang to answer, the ghost king had already put the lid of the coffin back on the coffin, because there was a shroud around the outside, and the coffin lid could only be hastily covered, and there were still many gaps around it. The ghost king walked away, and the thorns on Dengkang's back had not yet dried, and he felt very painful lying in the hardboard coffin. He had to turn to his side, barely holding his arm.

Deng Kang really didn't understand why he had to tattoo the black witch spell on his body in this way. I also had to spend the night in a coffin in a mass grave. He guessed that it might be the ghost king in order to exercise the courage of his apprentices, after all, not everyone dares to do this kind of thing, and in the future, the head descending master will inevitably collect yin things to bless, such as the ghost king's dead bride. If you don't dare to spend this night. What are you talking about later?

It's a pity that Deng Kang was completely wrong, it's not like that.

In this case, of course, he didn't have the heart to sleep, just when Deng Kang was worried about how to spend tonight, he suddenly heard a bang, as if something had been thrown on the coffin lid, he screamed in fright, and then heard a lot of wild dogs snoring in a low voice, as if there were wild dogs trying to pick up the lid of the coffin. Dengkang was very panicked, but he was afraid that the lid of the coffin would be removed by wild dogs, so he suffered. He had no choice but to hold the four corners of the coffin lid with his hands and feet to prevent it from running around.

There were many chaotic voices echoing in Dengkang's ears all the time, shouting, crying, sobbing and cursing, far and near, which made his heart beat with horror.

The sky turned from pitch black to dark gray, indicating that the day had not yet begun to lighten. At this time, he heard footsteps in the distance, and he got closer and closer, and Deng Kang was very happy, the thorn mantra on his body had not yet healed, and he couldn't turn over in the coffin for several hours, and it hurt so much. I hope the ghost king can leave quickly, come over and remove the coffin lid, and help himself out.