Bunon took out a long white warp thread from his backpack, and Azambaden handed it to me, and told me to pass it through each of the holes in the pile of skulls, and then to the two rows of thigh bones in the altar of earth, and to wrap a circle around each bone, trying not to miss anything.

It's not a good job, and I hate it, but I can't just be a spectator, so I just do it. Enduring the headache, I remembered the time when I and Fang Gang went to visit the ancient tomb to take pictures of the baby unearthed while winding the thread. I was in a coma for more than ten hours because I was sneering at a certain skull. This time I learned to behave, before wrapping those skulls and thigh bones with warp threads. I respectfully folded my hands and bowed to these remains before I began to move.

After wrapping the warp, the three Azan and the young apprentice were already lined up. They all sat cross-legged in front of the altar of earth, Fang Gang asked me to hold the warp threads in the palms of the four of them, and then he used a lighter to light all the half-cut candles in the altar of earth, and then hid with me next to him.

The four of them began to chant mantras, and they learned different methods, such as Bunun is a Laotian black witch mantra, the Cambodian Azan uses the Khmer head lowering technique, Azan Paden is the Philippine ghost king sect, and the young apprentice is the same as the dead head descending master, which is also a Laotian method. But the four of them all used confinement spells, and their effect was to calm the resentment of the yin spirit.

After more than ten minutes, I felt chills all over my body, my head was very dizzy, and I was very nauseous, and my stomach was gushing up. I endured it, and Fang Gang told me how to take a big and deep breath. I barely managed to hold on for a few more minutes, but I couldn't stand it anymore and finally vomited. I vomited a lot, and in the end I vomited only clear liquid, which was supposed to be gastric juice.

Fang Gang took out the kettle from his backpack and filled me with some water to drink, so that I could vomit.

I walked a few hundred meters and sat on a sawn stump, and I felt better. It was completely dark, and I saw that the candle flame on the side of the altar of earth was shaking regularly, like a transparent person holding a big fan, fanning the ground again and again. When I was rinsing my mouth with water, I suddenly heard the shouts of a young apprentice from over there--I looked over, and I saw a black shadow running quickly towards the woods.

Fang Gang held two flashlights in his hands and stuffed one for me. Pointing in the direction where the young apprentice was running away: "Go and catch him!" We chased after him with flashlights, and heard the young apprentice shouting something he didn't understand as he ran. After about a few minutes of chasing, the shouting disappeared, and I thought I had lost someone. Later, it was discovered that the young apprentice had hit a big tree and was lying motionless on the ground.

"He was hit and killed? But it can't be so ruthless, right? "I shone a flashlight on the young apprentice's face, and found that his eyes were wide open, and blood was pouring from the seven orifices.

Fang Gang shook his head: "It was caused by the Yin Qi backlash during the blessing process. The resentment of his master's spirit body is extremely heavy, and when he is blessed with the black method, the resentment will increase, and the weakest mana among the four people will be the first to be unable to resist. ”

I was so frightened that I took a few steps back, and I ran back to the altar of earth with Fang Gang. Seeing that the three Azan masters had stopped blessings, they all sat and gasped for breath.

In order to avoid being injured by the spirit of the descending master, the five of us retreated to an area nearly a kilometer away, and then set up our tents for the night. Under the shaking of the flashlight pillar, you can see that the three black-clothed Azan have pale faces and are not very good. I barely ate some dry food and water before falling asleep in my tent.

The next day, at dawn, the three Azan returned to the Temple of Earth to continue their blessings. During the day, the yin qi is weak, and the spiritual resentment of the head descending master is not so strong, and the blessing process is much smoother. By the afternoon, the three Azan were out of breath. I had to go back and rest, and at the same time told me that Fang Gang and I could dig.

Fang Gang and I moved the dozens of bones to the altar of the earth and excavated them with shovels. The body of the head descender was buried relatively shallowly, and it was dug up in a short time. Wrapped in white linen. A few pieces of hemp rope were hastily wrapped in the upper, middle and lower levels. The length is less than a meter, and the external dimensions are not as big as a five- or six-year-old child.

"Is this the spirit of the head descender?" I couldn't help but ask.

Azan Baden nodded: "His spirit body cannot be reincarnated because of his resentment, and he will continue to practice the black law in the underworld, and the body will not decay, but will only slowly shrink." It took about three months to shrink from the size of a normal person to the present, and it will take a few years to continue to shrink to half of the current size. ”

In order to complete the spiritual confinement and blessing of the head descender as quickly as possible. The three black-clothed Azan began to bless again. They wrapped the warp threads around the body of the head descender lying in the pit, put it in the palm of their hand, sat cross-legged and began to chant the mantra. After two hours, Bunon was bleeding from his eyes, and Fang Gang and I looked at each other, and our hearts rose to our throats. Later, Bunun's body slowly fell backwards, motionless. The eyes were still round and open.

Fang Gang stretched out his head to look at Bunon, then at me, and shook his head, meaning that he was already dead. My heart was beating so hard. Two people died in less than two days, and they were still in front of me, which made me chill all over, and the strongest thought in my heart was whether the death of these people would have anything to do with me in the end.

Only Azan Baden and the Cambodian decapitator remained, and the two were weaker and could no longer continue at dusk. I had to give up. The next morning, we followed the black smoke lit by the hut guide all the way back, making many road signs with white chalk on the way. In the hut, Azan Baden and Fang Gang discussed countermeasures. Fang Gang asked, "Can Azan Hongban and Azan Nangya come and try it?" ”

I shook my head: "If the two of them can't meet the requirements, they will also become the end of Bunon, and when the time comes, not only will it not work, but they will also take the life of their friends." However, I do think Deng Kang is a good candidate. ”

Azan Baden and Fang Gang looked at each other, and Fang Gang said, "Then don't we become the ones who betray our friends?" "I said not necessarily, Dengkang. In my opinion, he didn't have the heart to pursue Azan Baden very urgently, otherwise how would he have the energy to go to Hong Kong to hold a puja? Moreover, his mana is also from the Ghost King Sect, which is the same as the Azan Baden method, and the effect will definitely be better. If the blessing of the spirit body of the head descender is successful. It is also a great temptation for Dengkang.

Actually, I have other plans in my heart, because Azan Hongban and Azan Nangya have a good relationship with us, and I definitely don't want them to come to this kind of adventurous muddy water.

Eventually, Azambaden agreed to let us contact Denkang. Under the guidance of the guide, Fang Gang and I walked out of the mountains and returned to Mengsong. The villagers didn't have mobile phones, so we met a few self-driving tourists from Yunnan, and Fang Gang borrowed their mobile phones for 500 baht and called Tengkang in Manila to explain the situation.

My guess was correct, and Deng Kang immediately expressed great interest. said that he would leave for Laos immediately and make an appointment to meet at Mongsong.

Two days later, Deng Kang came to Mengsong and met us in the village. Led by our guide, we went back into the mountain and came to the hut of the descending master. Seeing Azan Baden, Deng Kampi smiled and talked with him in Filipino, I don't know if the two brothers were reminiscing about the old relationship, or conveying the spirit of the ghost king.

That night, in the hut, Deng Kang told us what kind of mentality the ghost king had been since Pi Tao's death. It turned out that there were only three regular apprentices of the ghost king, and Azan Baden was half, but these three apprentices all had their own things to do, and they didn't have much close contact with the ghost king≡ after Sister Jiang met Master Chen in Qingcheng Mountain, she learned that Master Chen was a famous feng shui master in Hong Kong, famous and rich, so she had a crooked idea, and she had to give him a love affair.

In order to achieve the best effect, she went to great lengths to obtain Master Chen's name, date of birth, intimate clothing and photos and other materials, and then spent a high price to make love precipitation from a white-clothed azan in northern Thailand who specializes in falling love, and successfully gave Master Chen a love surrender.

Later, she made a feud with us, and was relieved by Azan Nangya, and with a grudge, she went to find the ghost king and used the charm of the dead bride to rectify Fang Gang. A series of subsequent events have already been written, but in the end, Pi Tao was killed by the three Azan we invited. This surprised the ghost king, although he and Pi Tao didn't have any feelings, they just paid to teach Pi Tao's method.