Chapter 212: A Breath of Turbidity
Fang Gang was furious and said, "What are you beating me for? β
"Who made you whistle!" I turned at Fang Gang with a cold face, blocked Wang Jiao's sight with the back of my head, and winked at him.
Fang Gang stopped talking stupidly. I turned around and said to Wang Jiao righteously: "People have also been taught, can you let us into the house, if the thing in the back is relieved, it will not be good, right?" β
Wang Jiao didn't speak, looked at me with a cold face, and turned to leave.
I hurriedly helped Fang Gang into the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, Fang Gang rolled his eyes and looked at the second floor, and asked me: "Wan Qishui, why do you say that girl is so awesome now?" During the day, she was like a little cute girl, but now why has it changed? β
"Little Mengniang?" I raised my eyebrows and asked a little puzzledly, "You mean the seventh daughter-in-law of Wang Lao?" The little Meng...... who opened the tofu factory Mother? β
"What a mess, I'm talking about cute girls!" Fang Gang glared at me and said, "It's not Wang Xiaomeng's mother, it's so special that you have no artistic conception!" β
"You have a sense of intention, it makes people almost blow you up at the bottom, you don't even blow the whistle to call people, are you sitting and waiting to get wet?" I asked Fang Gang with a teasing expression: "Then I saw people dressed a little cooler just now, you look at you, it's like you've never seen meat, as for it, it's even a special whistle, I hate people like you the most, can't you stop looking at it twice?" Do you have to get people's attention? β
"Fuck, you don't have eyes on anyone?" Fang Gang shouted dissatisfiedly.
"I looked, what's the matter? Why don't I stop looking, like you look like a hooligan? I glared at Fang Gang fiercely and said to him, "If I wasn't afraid of being implicated, I would have thrown you out a long time ago." β
"Huh? Fuck me! If you don't mention it, I forgot. Fang Gang sat on the sofa and scolded: "What the fuck do you mean by 'losing the car and protecting the handsome'?" Fuck, you were so unrighteous at a critical time, you actually threw me down and you ran away by yourself, fortunately Lao Tzu has a big life, otherwise it would be abolished today? β
"Declare in advance, even if you scrap it, you will completely bring it on yourself." I said to Fang Gang: "You don't need to send you with Bu Zhou Shimian, do you have to let me accompany you to be unlucky?" Besides, my original purpose was to stimulate you, who would have thought that you would rather sacrifice yourself than blow the whistle to call people. You're too dead-eyed. β
Fang Gang said to me with a look of disdain: "What do you know, my relationship with the Yin God is not simply a mutual use, I hope to help them more often. That's why people follow me so desperately, if there is danger, I don't care about blowing the whistle and waving the flag, then sooner or later I will be eaten by the Yin God. This is an ideological issue, different from my master's thinking, they have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have a natural sense of superiority and think that they are the masters who dominate everything, but in the end, each generation of mages is quite miserable in the last stage of their lives. Either he was devoured by the Yin God, or his head was cut off by his opponent......"
"Fuck, so ruthless?" I frowned and asked, "What kind of grudge, do you have to be beheaded?" β
"There may not be hatred, it's just that the head of the head is a good thing." Fang Gang smiled and said, "Do you see my head lowering ghost?" β
"Didn't you lose it?" I asked rhetorically.
Fang Gang nodded and said, "It's not lost, maybe it was hidden by that girl." I said that my head descending ghost was my natal yin god, but in fact, it was a master when it was alive. That is, the one who stole my master's immortal heart, and after being found by my master, he died, cut off his head, and sacrificed it to become a head-lowering ghost and gave it to me, becoming my head-lowering ghost. β
"Wait a minute, I'm a little confused?" I asked Fang Gang and said, "The head-lowering ghost is your master's enemy, and after he died, he was refined by spells and turned into such a thing, a guy similar to Qingfeng Baoma, and it is your natal yin god...... But this thing is supposed to be particularly friendly to you, right? Are you putting a time bomb around you at any time? β
Fang Gang glanced at me disdainfully and said, "If you don't say that the interlacing is like a mountain, you always use your set of immortal theories to judge things, and you still think you are correct." I'm beyond your knowledge......"
"Just blow it!" I gave Fang Gang a blank look.
"Don't believe it." Fang Gang said: "Even if every head descending master is lucky, he doesn't die from his own Yin God backlash and the enemy's revenge, and finally dies at the end of his life, then he can't think about it." After all, when I was alive, I cultivated forbidden laws, and I had already overdrawn my destiny, so many of them had to go to hell to suffer. In order to avoid going to hell after death and being dug up by the enemy's ancestral grave, digging it out for sacrifice, he will wear sutras on his body, that is, tattoos. Covering the body with a spell and trapping the soul in the body forever, although the situations I mentioned before are avoided, but the soul cannot enter the yin for a long time, what is the consequence, you can know without me saying it, right? β
"I don't know." I shook my head and said to Fang Gang: "You said that we are different from China and the West, so I don't dare to jump to conclusions, if this is on our side, it will definitely suffocate the Yin Soul into Yin in the end." β
"That's it." Fang Gang said: "After suffocating into yin, I basically lost consciousness. At this time, even if it is discovered by the head lowering master of the same company, it will not be able to use it, because there is no conscious thing, except for the soul of the incomplete soul, no one will use the evil to sacrifice, it is similar to studying explosives at home, it is too long! β
"What are you telling me all this for?" I frowned and asked him, "I'm not interested in any of that!" β
"I'm explaining to you why I didn't let the Bu Zhou Shimian faction come out and pull my brother along." Fang Gang said: "The Buzhou Ten Faces are now in a critical period. If you call it out at this time, then all the previous practices will be ruined. If it were a brother who is a friend of life and death, would you do it? β
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Seeing that I didn't speak, Fang Gang said again: "Yin God's way of thinking is different from ours, they are more direct and emotionless. If I can exchange 100% sincerity for 10% in return, I will be very content, because many people like me, their relationship with the Yin God is even negative, but they have to give in due to the power of the mantra, which is complete slavery. I'm not like them! β
"You're naΓ―ve." Wang Jiao's voice came from the stairs, and Fang Gang and I turned our heads at the same time to find that she had gone back to the room to change her clothes.
Her hair was tied up casually and she looked approachable, but the frost on her face reminded us not to mess with her.
I looked at Fang Gang and I didn't know how to explain what had just happened to her, and if I told her that we were about to put oil under our feet, I wondered if she would take some special measures against the two of us, such as confinement......
Wang Jiao walked down elegantly, sat opposite me and Fang Gang, raised her chin slightly, and asked me, "Wan Qishui, give me a reasonable explanation?" How did you provoke Xiong Zhenren? β
"Xiong Zhenren?" I glanced at Fang Gang and I, "Is it really a bear?" β
Wang Jiao nodded: "I satisfied your curiosity, now it's time for you to satisfy my curiosity, right?" β
"I know, you're smarter than you seem." I smiled at Wang Jiao and said, "So I'm not going to make up a story for you, I'm actually trying to contact my friends who got lost with me." β
"If chopsticks can replace incense, you can take the branches to worship the Buddha in the future." Wang Jiao teased: "Your stupidity can't even stand Xiong Zhenren!" β
I blushed, gave a "haha", and said to her with a smile: "Isn't this helpless, we can't find out if there is real incense in your house." β
"I'm not godly, so I don't." Wang Jiao smiled slightly and said, "It seems that what you are looking for is not a god, right?" β
"It's not." I told her truthfully: "It's an immortal, an earth immortal." β
"That's weird." Wang Jiao asked me curiously, "Could it be that one of you two is a younger brother?" But why didn't I see that any of you had a fairy frame on him? β
"I am." I told her: "There is no immortal frame because the trick is closed, and the immortal family can't fall, so there is no immortal frame." β
"Closed?" Wang Jiao glanced me up and down and nodded: "It's okay to close it!" β
"Today's ......"
"I don't want it to happen a second time." Wang Jiao told us very clearly: "If you have any ideas, tell me, and I will satisfy you." Just stop sneaking things around, there are heaven-level protectors everywhere, and your wrong actions can easily provoke very powerful characters. For example, the guardian here - Xiong Zhenren. β
Fang Gang pursed his lips and said, "I think its ability is average, if it is powerful, then I can't sit here and chat with you now." β
Wang Jiao shook her head with a wry smile and said softly, "You shouldn't be so shallow, right?" β
"What do you mean?" Fang Gang asked with a roll of his eyes.
"You did attract Xiong Zhenren's attention today, but people won't come here in person." Wang Jiao smiled and said: "It's just a breath of turbidity, let the two of you run back, if Xiong Zhenren himself comes, you two may have been accepted by Xiong Zhenren as a boy by now." β
"A mouthful of turbidity?" I looked at Wang Jiao in surprise: "It's his turbid breath that came today?" β
Wang Jiao nodded and said, "Otherwise, how can I trap it so easily?" If I can't trap it, how can you escape unharmed? β
Speaking of trapping that thing, I suddenly remembered one thing, so I asked Wang Jiao suspiciously: "What's the matter with those bronze mirrors you used today?" If I'm not mistaken, it's the Circle Light Technique, right? β