What I have laid out here is a formation in the Maoshan Technique, called the Ghost Gate Formation. First, the chaotic soul sutra is engraved on the bamboo stick, and then according to the direction of the seven levels, the bamboo sticks are inserted into the leyline pass, and the formation arranged in this way forms a "ghost hitting the wall" created by a person.

As long as the people who fall into the formation will be confused and confused, as long as they can't crack the formation, even if they die in this formation. It's also in vain. On top of the Ghost Gate Array, I used five puppet dolls engraved with Yin Spirit Spells to inlay them on the Ghost Gate Array to create a five-ghost game.

This particular technique seems to be the originality of the dead man's face. This ghost gate array belongs to the Maoshan technique, but these five ghost games seem to be a layout that the dead face learned from other places. After refining the structure of the two formations, he fused the two together, and it became the current superimposed formation.

Originally, this ghost gate array was only used to trap people, and it had no other lethality. And the Five Ghost Bureau is based on some humanoid medium, using the Yin Spirit Spell to lead out ghosts to kill, but the scope of the Five Ghost Bureau is extremely small, as long as you step out of the Five Ghost Bureau ten meters away, these ghosts will all fail, so overall, there are still some chicken ribs.

However, after the change of the dead man's face, the two were formed in match, and suddenly became an extremely powerful formation.

I was in a hidden position in the Ghost Gate Array at this time, and although the panda eye was a few meters away from me, I was never able to find it. This is like a ghost hitting a wall, even if the road is in front of you, the person whose eyes are covered by the ghost can only linger in place until death.

The Yin Spirit Spell is extremely sensitive to anger, and suddenly two black shadows were attached to the panda's eyes. Lin Zili suddenly remembered the screams and scolding one after another.

I simply sat down cross-legged, got two eggs out of my pocket, cracked them, and peeled them. Put it in your mouth and chew it slowly. After tracking down all the way, I was also tired and hungry. I avenged the eggs by eating a few of their eggs, and they wouldn't mind if they came to life.

After sitting there and resting for a while, I only heard the endless cries in the forest, especially the voice of the bald man, which resounded through the mountains and forests. In addition to fighting with ghosts, several people seemed to have a scuffle. After being entangled with these people for a long time, I was really exhausted, so I closed my eyes and rested for a while. There was a slight rustle around me, and I just felt something cool wrap around my waist.

I opened my eyes and patted her watermelon head. Wangcai suddenly spat out the red and fluttering snake head, his eyes were micron, and he showed a very comfortable expression. It was this little thing that made a noise in the grass just now, and it was this little thing that drew Pompeii's gang over. sneaking at night, if it weren't for Wangcai's deliberate flaws, these people wouldn't have caught the slightest trace of her.

I patted her on the head, squinting slightly. I was wondering in my heart, who had robbed Ma Boss and them halfway, and whether the person who robbed them was friend or foe.

I peeled another egg and put it to Wangcai's mouth, and the little thing bit down half of it. I was probably hungry, so I ate an egg in a few bites.

Until there was no more sound in the woods, I waited there for a while. These people are scheming, and there is no need to rush out.

Until the east turned slightly white, it was almost dawn. Only then did he pat Wangcai and let her hide aside. After coming out of the hidden position and walking a few steps, I saw the three of them lying on the ground, their clothes torn to tatters, and the exposed flesh and skin were covered with pitch-black handprints. This is the trace left by the yin spirit in the human body, which is usually called "ghost handprint" in the folk. If the cure is not successful, the yin qi in this ghost mudra will penetrate through the skin until it invades the internal organs, and the person will not be far from death.

I went to see Panda Eye and Bald Man first. Both of them were already unconscious, especially bald, and their hands were swollen and red, with numerous blisters and pus. On that day, the muscular man was made into a flesh and blood sacrifice by them, and the vicious descent of the "Blood Eater Spirit" was planted in the funeral parlor, and now it seems that it should have come from this Pompeii.

When I first saw this little white face, he was carrying a Taoist talisman, and he was a disciple of Maoshan Chen Yuande's bull's nose, but I didn't expect to see him for a few years. I actually went to learn the technique of descending. Killing people with descending techniques, it is really unknowing, but it is a good hand at headhunting.

Pompeii, who had only been the last to see, walked five paces away from him and couldn't help but stop. And behold, there was a palm-sized stone on the ground. picked it up, held it in his hand, and then dragged the unconscious Panda Eye over, carried him up two steps, and suddenly saw a bloody flash of blood on one of Panda Eyes' arms. Silently broke elbows together.

At the same time, Pompeii, who was lying on the ground, jerked over, holding a blood-smeared puppeteer in his hand, one of whose arms had been torn off.

I kicked the panda in the eye, and Pompeii couldn't dodge. He was immediately thrown to the ground. I rushed up, waved the stone in my hand, and smashed it on his head, and with a muffled thud, the birdman immediately fell to the ground, and a few wisps of blood oozed from his head.

I went up to make sure he had passed out, and then kicked the bloody puppet out of his hand. Although I don't know what kind of evil spell this is, but look at this appearance, it is about a kind of descending technique.

The dead face also briefly mentioned the descent technique in the notes, although it was only a few hasty words, but it was to the point. The biggest trick of this technique is "triggering", which is to harm people by triggering a certain condition.

The basis of this spell should be the blood puppet in his hand, and as for the trigger conditions, one of them should be within three steps of him. Fortunately, I was forced by my third uncle to practice pranayama day and night since I was a child, and I was extremely sensitive to subtle breathing. That's when he set up the panda eye to go first, he worked hard to be a substitute for the dead ghost, and he was forced to cut off a hand by the descending technique.

According to the dead man's face, this descending technique was first derived from the Maoshan technique. After thousands of years of changes, the people who were subjugated created many powerful and terrifying descending techniques. However, this Pompeii probably only learned some scratches, otherwise it would be really bad today.

I dragged the three of them together and looked back, trying to get Wangcai to take out my bag, which contained a bundle of rope, just right for tying people up. After that, I had to figure out how to get the truth of the day out of the mouths of these people.

I just waited for a while, but I didn't hear any movement. I got up and glanced around. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my heart, and I felt that something was wrong. I heard the sound of a slight footstep in the forest behind me, stepping on the grass, making a low rustling sound.

I stared at the forest so tightly that goosebumps all over my body made my hairs stand on end. I heard a few "poof" clappings, which were very dull and unpleasant, and then I saw a thin old man peeking out of the woods, with a little pot on his back, hunched over, and an old camel.

I only glanced at him a few times, and my scalp tightened, and I subconsciously turned sideways, ready to run for my life at any time. This man did not look good, and if he were thrown on the street, he would be an old and ugly camel, but this man walked into the double stack that I had laid out, and he was not affected in the slightest.

The old man came up to me and stopped, rolled his grey eyes, stared at me several times, and then at the three Pompeians piled up on the ground. I just felt creepy, and resisted the urge to run for my life immediately. This person exudes a corpse aura all over his body, which may not be noticeable to ordinary people, but I have been dealing with corpses for so many years, and I can smell it very clearly when I get closer.

It's not something that comes from long-term contact with corpses, and it's not something like corpse oil. This corpse aura seems to be hidden deep in this person's body, from the inside out, through the top. But I can be sure that this man is definitely a living person, full of vitality in his body, and there is no half-heartedness.

Back then, in the ancient tomb of Southern Xinjiang, I met a person with corpse spots and corpse stench with the dead face, who was Gu Sihan and his little sister. This little girl was used to lead the burial method to the evil qi of the burial place into her body. Although she was blocked by the nine-tailed civet cat she raised, it was still a corpse and turned into a living person.

But the old man in front of him is different from the little sister of the Gu family, what he exudes is not corpse odor, but corpse gas! Ordinary people can't smell it and can't detect it. This old man. It's more like a half-human, half-corpse, half-human, half-corpse monster. I've been in the industry for so many years, and I've never heard of anything like this!