Chinese Seeing the hideous face that flashed away, Zhou Xianming didn't say anything, but put away the talisman ash, and the little chubby girl took out two pieces of rune paper, and the pair of chubby hands were dexterously folded and folded, and a simple paper figure was folded.

"I'll do it!" Zhou Xianming stretched out his hand to take the paper figure over, but the little chubby girl flashed, her face wrinkled in pain, and then she stretched out her tongue and hissed.

"I said I was coming!" Zhou Xianming rubbed his nose, took the paper figure over, frowned, opened his mouth again, and spit out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, which happened to fall into the paper figure.

"Brother Xiao Ming!" The little chubby girl shouted distressedly.

"Mock things!" Zhou Xianming choked in pain, and he was a little uncomfortable when he spoke, but the movements of his hands did not stop, he pinched the paper figure, and let the blood on the tip of his tongue completely soak the paper figure.

The yellow paper figure turned black and red, and the blood slowly seeped out of the paper figure, dripping on the ground, pulling out a long silk thread.

"There are spirits in the three mountains, condensing the soul and gathering the soul, and the urgency is like a law!" Seeing the silk thread, Zhou Xianming's eyes lit up, and his finger pointed at the head of the paper man, and the paper man who was originally soaked in blood instantly swelled, and a hideous face appeared on it.

Zhou Xianming carefully put the paper figure on the ground, and the hideous face wanted to break free, and the blood threads were wrapped around it as if there was life, binding the face.

At the same time, wisps of black smoke rose from the otherwise calm ground, and the face became clear as it continued to be thrown into the paper figures.

"Soul Condensation!" Looking at this scene, a word popped into my head. Taking blood as a guide and soul as a witness, returning my soul and redressing my grievances is the basic requirement of soul condensation.

Soul condensation, condensing is the soul that has been scattered, every such soul is almost a resentful soul, using your own blood as a guide to condense such a soul, which means that you are responsible for the resentment of this soul.

There are many kinds of resentful spirits, and most of them are horizontal deaths, that is, unnatural deaths, such as car accidents, homicides, and suicides!

Originally, people were going to dissipate, and you used your own blood to coagulate people out, no matter where you go, you can't make sense, the key is that this soul is re-condensed because of your blood.

That is, you are responsible for him. There are many kinds of responsibilities, the easiest is to help him eliminate his grievances, and the easiest way to eliminate grievances is to fulfill his wishes.

The desire of the resentful soul is often very simple, to kill people, to kill more people, and the more people you kill, the more obedient the resentful soul will be, so when the soul condensation technique first appeared, it was an evil art, with your own blood, plus the resentful soul, supplemented by the craftsmanship of the craftsman, you can make a perfect doppelganger.

This soul condensing technique comes from the Xia Mao Sect. Many evil arts come from the Xia Mao Sect, or when this magic first appeared, the idea was good, such as the sacrificial refining of little ghosts, which is said to have been developed back then to appease those mothers who have lost their children and can no longer have children.

And the soul condensation technique, which was originally developed, was not to sacrifice a yin soul clone, but to solve the case and torture the truth.

What Zhou Xianming has to do now is to torture the truth, but in this way, the backlash will be very heavy.

The desire of the resentful soul is to kill people, you don't kill people, and you want to forcibly disperse the resentful soul, the result is very simple, it will eat itself, and the yin qi will devour the body.

"From!" When the blood on the paper figure was completely withdrawn, Zhou Xianming breathed a sigh of relief, and his speech was still a little unclear.

The little chubby girl looked at it with tears in her eyes, and felt sorry for her little brother Ming.

"Mock things!" Zhou Xianming smiled at the little chubby girl, and frowned in pain.

"Stop talking, I'll do the rest!" Chubby's tears finally fell, she wiped a handful of tears, bit her fingers, dripped blood on the man's face, and asked

"Tell me, who are you?" Absorbing this drop of blood, the human face exhaled comfortably, but did not say a word.

"It's still an occasion!" Zhou Xianming squatted down, licked his tongue on the tip of his teeth, and the blood came out again, dripping on the face.

I didn't make a sound, this face is not ancient. This underground forest used to be a shamanic medicine garden, but it dates back to 300 years ago, even in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

The people of the Ming Dynasty grew hair, the people of the Qing Dynasty had braids, and the people of the Republic of China wore robes and horse coats, no matter what period of time, they all had their own characteristics.

And this face, I can see it clearly, he is a modern person. This man has a board hair, and the whole person's temperament exudes a modern atmosphere.

After absorbing Zhou Xianming's blood, his complexion improved a little, and a trace of clarity appeared in his eyes.

"Who killed you?" After staring at those eyes for a while, Zhou Xianming said word by word, trying to make his words clear.

As soon as the words fell, a hint of horror appeared in those eyes, and the whole face was deformed, transforming into another ghostly face.

"Mandrill!" When I saw that face, I spat out two words in surprise. Narrow cheeks, a blood-like bridge of the nose, longitudinal stripes, and a goatee are not exactly the mandrills!

As those two words came out, the face returned to normal. Zhou Xianming and I glanced at each other, that mandrill is the key!

"Why did you kill you?" Zhou Xianming asked again. The face became blank, without a trace of expression, and the only thing that changed was the eyes.

I glanced at it, and a picture unfolded in front of me. A man ran frantically in front, and there was no sound in his ears except the sound of his heavy breathing.

I don't know how long he ran, he looked back, there was nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down and gasped for breath, and when he took a breath, he looked up and saw a ghostly face.

A deep despair appeared in his eyes, and a pair of large hands reached out at the same time, twisting his neck and twisting his head off alive.

The next scene is a bit bumpy, and the mandrill is holding his head in one hand and his corpse in the other, running quickly through the mountains until a stockade appears.

The mandrill went straight into the ruined stockade and threw the corpse on the ground, its big furry hands putting the head in its mouth.

"Grass!" Seeing this, I let out a sigh of relief, closed my eyes, and broke free from that image.

Looking at Zhou Xianming again, he was completely caught in it, his whole face was wrinkled together, there was no look in his eyes, but tears were dripping big.

The little chubby girl is in the same state as him, her body trembles involuntarily, and tears keep dripping from the corners of her eyes.

"Wake up!" I stretched out my finger and pointed at the center of Chubby's eyebrows. The little chubby girl shuddered, and the look in her eyes recovered little by little, and finally fixed on Zhou Xianming.

She gave me a grateful look, then came to Zhou Xianming, bit her middle finger, and pointed at Zhou Xianming's eyebrows, just like me.

This resentful soul is condensed by Zhou Xianming's blood, and he will only fall deeper, and the pain and despair of being eaten will only be deeper.

"Ahh With a finger, Zhou Xianming let out a roar, and his whole body spasmed.

"Brother Xiao Ming, it's okay, it's okay!" The little chubby girl walked over, hugged Zhou Xianming, and murmured softly.

After a while, Zhou Xianming recovered, but the flickering in his eyes was still painful.

"I'm fine!" Slowly exhaling a breath, Zhou Xianming patted the little chubby girl's hand.

"Really?" The little chubby girl looked at him suspiciously.

"Really!" Zhou Xianming barely squeezed out a smile. The little chubby girl breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the face trapped in the rune paper, and hesitated

"Brother Xiao Ming, let's keep him for now!"

"No way!" Zhou Xianming vetoed it, took out three sticks of incense, lit it and inserted it next to the paper figure, and said

"Your hatred is next for me, go in peace!" With that, he threw the fire towards the rune paper. The face looked at him steadfastly, until an orange flame rose and consumed him.

The moment the rune paper burned to ashes, a stream of black gas instantly rushed into Zhou Xianming's body, he snorted in pain, his teeth creaked, and a dense layer of cold sweat appeared on his head.

"Brother Xiao Ming?" The little chubby girl was completely panicked, looking at me for a while, and Zhou Xianming for a while.

"He's fine!" I said in a deep voice. The so-called concern is chaotic, don't look at the little chubby girl who is not afraid of the sky, she is not afraid of the ground, she is not convinced, but when Zhou Xianming has a problem, she is still panicked.

Zhou Xianming is fine, this is resentment into the body, and he will suffer from the suffering in the future. The easiest and fastest way is to kill the mandrill, and the most troublesome and slowest way is to wear it off little by little.

"I'm fine!" Sure enough, Zhou Xianming gritted his teeth and persevered for a moment and recovered, but his face was a little white, the murderous aura in his eyes was a little heavy, and he was much calmer, without the frivolity he had before.

"Hmm!" The chubby girl gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.

"Whew!" Zhou Xianming slowly exhaled a breath, pulled out the dagger and took two steps forward, squatting down and began to dig.

Three minutes later, he dug up a skull, along with a few fragments of bits and pieces. He carefully wrapped the bones and put them away, and took the dagger and pointed to two places

"There, there, a skull each!" After speaking, he glanced down at his feet and said

"Underneath, there are still a lot of dry bones buried!"

"Why does it smell?" Gray slipped out of my arms and snuck on the black nose.

"It seems to smell like that mandrill!" The second and third gray also came out and sniffed.

"It's not like it's him!" I looked out, and through the gap in the gate, I could see a tall figure walking towards us.

Huang Xiaomao said that the mandrill is the gatekeeper, and there is a master behind him. Yesterday, the woman said that she was in trouble and said that it was probably this mandrill, and it also proved from the side that the woman and the owner of the mandrill did not seem to be in the same group!

The woman's attitude is obvious, she is watching a play, and in her eyes, I, like the master of the mandrill, am just a toy for the time being.

Zhou Xianming's soul condensation technique just now was obviously taboo, and the master of the mandrill couldn't sit still.

"Kill!" As the mandrill approached, Zhou Xianming gasped twice, and the evil qi on his body exploded instantly, and without saying a word, he shouted and rushed up.

"it!" This is something I didn't expect at all, in the past, in the face of this situation, Zhou Xianming's general choice was to step back, let me and the little chubby girl in front.

Now it's good, he rushed straight forward. Chubby Chick and I had no choice but to rush forward. After rushing two steps closer to get closer, I noticed that the mandrill was in a very bad state, half of his face had been cut off, the remaining half was rotten, and a piece of flesh had fallen from it after a few steps.

His physical condition was not good, and there were two penetrating wounds on his broad chest, from which he could even see other squirming internal organs.

"Kill!" Rushing to the front, Zhou Xianming roared and rushed forward. The remaining half of the mandrill's face was hideous, his blood-colored eyes were full of murderous intent, and a pair of big hands slapped it against Zhou Xianming.

When he was about to collide, Zhou Xianming's knees suddenly weakened, and he knelt on the ground, and with this inertia, he slipped between the mandrill's legs in a sliding shape, and at the same time raised the dagger, and the sharp blade made contact with the mandrill's vital point, making a sluggish sound.

"Ahh The mandrill's big hand fell into the air, and the originally hideous face became even more hideous, and an indescribable pain flashed in the blood-colored eyeballs, and the big mouth opened and howled.

At the same time, there was a click, and a black mass fell from under the mandrill's crotch and smashed to the ground.

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