Although the lethality of the head lowering technique with the addition of the blood spell is greatly increased, the head descender usually does not use this method, because the head descender needs to use his own essence and blood as a guide when descending the head.

Therefore, when his head-lowering technique is broken, the head-lowering master will also be counterattacked by the head-lowering technique, and the head-lowering master with insufficient skill is very likely to break the gong, and even give a life, even if the head-lowering master's skill is profound, the ten* will also be eaten by the head-lowering technique, and the vitality will be greatly damaged, and the vitality must be urgently found in a hidden place to recuperate, in order to escape the catastrophe of breaking the gong.

Therefore, if the blood curse is not applied, it is enough, and the blood will be seen as soon as it is applied.

If it weren't for the deep hatred, the average head descender would never use the blood curse lightly, so as not to damage the vitality.

Who did this Mr. Zhang offend, and he would make the other party desperately surrender, and what is even more strange is that after Mr. Zhang was surrendered, he did not suffer much except for madness, so what did the other party want?

All kinds of mysteries can only be solved after he wakes up.

"Master Li, you must save my father-in-law!"

After knowing that her father-in-law was bleeding, Zhao Yueqin was very anxious.

"Yes, Master Li, Mr. Zhang is the only person in the village who knows Feng Shui, you must save him!" Uncle Jiang said.

Uncle Li shook his head gently: "The situation is not very optimistic now, we have to figure out what kind of spell the other party has to crack in order to break it, and it is very dangerous to break the blood curse without knowing the details of the person who casts it, but you can rest assured, we will definitely do our best, we still need to observe and observe these days, and use some spells to find out the root of the blood fall, I hope you can cooperate!"

"Don't worry, if you need anything, just ask, we will try our best to meet you!" Uncle Jiang patted his chest and said.

At this time, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a strong young man came in, and when he saw so many people in the house, he was stunned at first, and then said, "Mom, are you a guest?"

"Master Li, this is my son Zhang Yang. Zhao Yueqin hurriedly introduced: "Child, come over and greet a few uncles, they are the masters who have come to heal your grandfather!"

"Really, can you really cure my grandfather's illness?" Zhang Yang was raised by Mr. Zhang, and he cared for him well, Zhang Yang respected his grandfather very much, and the relationship between the father and son was very good, so he was very happy to see someone come to treat his grandfather.

Looking at the young man of the Mosuo tribe in front of him, he was not tall but very strong, and his black skin was so honest, he knew at first glance that he was a well-behaved baby.

I saw that he was not a few years younger than me, and he looked cute, so I said to him, "Don't worry, we will do our best to help you cure grandpa's illness!"

Then, after Uncle Li told Zhao Yueqin and Zhang Yang some precautions about taking care of the descendants, he got up and said goodbye and went back to prepare things, and decided to treat Mr. Zhang from tomorrow.

In this way, from the next day, we started to act, using the guò formation and the charm together, although it could not eradicate the blood fall, but after a few days, Mr. Zhang's condition still improved, and his consciousness gradually recovered.

"Master Li, thank you so much, you are an immortal, when do you think my grandfather will be completely well?" Seeing that his grandfather's condition began to improve, Zhang Yang was very happy.

"Child, don't be too happy too early, I just temporarily suppressed the Gu poison on your grandfather's body, if you want to completely eradicate it, you must know what kind of blood curse the other party is putting in the Gu, this can only wait until your grandfather wakes up, tell me about the situation of the Gu person, and then make a judgment based on these. ”

"Alas, grandpa has been very confused for the past two years, and he doesn't even say what happened back then!" Zhang Yang sighed.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring him to his senses, but I still need your help!" Uncle Li said.

"Just say it, as long as I can do it, it must be fine!"

"Okay, it's actually very simple, for Gu poison, the best way is to use a blood talisman to suppress it, but this blood talisman must use the blood of the Gu person's immediate family, so I need a little bit of your blood now!"

"No problem, this is simple, you wait, I'll go get a bowl!" Zhang Yang turned around and was about to go out, but Uncle Li hurriedly stopped him, "No, you can't use a bowl, once your blood is out of your body, you will lose your spirituality, so ......"

"So what, you said it!" Seeing that Uncle Li was a little hesitant, Zhang Yang was very anxious.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, the blood talisman of Zhen Gu is not drawn on paper with blood, but pierced on the patient's body with a steel needle, and it must be taken directly from your body, that is to say, I will first use a special steel needle to pierce the blood vessels of your body to take blood, and then stab the talisman on your grandfather after pulling it out, this talisman requires a total of one hundred and eight needles, that is, it will stab you one hundred and eight times, and the needles will hit the blood, and the needles I use are more special, which will make you feel very painful, I am afraid that you will not be able to stand it!"

"You can just come, I am willing to prick a thousand needles for the sake of grandpa!" Zhang Yang replied very firmly.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang really raised a good grandson!" Uncle Li said very happily.

Iron Pillar and I have already set things up and are ready to set up the altar!

Soon, an altar was set up on the second floor of Zhang's house, and Uncle Li took out a three-inch-long steel needle from a brocade box, which was thicker than an ordinary needle, hollow inside, and there was a small hole in the upper part of the needle tip, which was connected to the gap inside, and the appearance of the needle was also engraved with a charm.

In other words, every time blood is taken, it is applied to the blood donor, and it will cause a lot of pain.

In order to be able to tattoo the talisman on Mr. Zhang, he first fixed it with a talisman, then took off his shirt and lay prone on the bamboo bed.

After that, let Zhang Yang put his arms on Mr. Zhang's buttocks, and seeing that everything was ready, Uncle Li burned a few talismans, then came to the bedside and began to prick blood talismans.

Watching the three-inch-long steel needle pierce his arm, a piercing pain immediately spread throughout his body, like being stung by a poisonous scorpion.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and watched that although the steel needle was pulled out, the black spots left on his arm were still very painful, but he didn't wait for him to recover.

The second shot arrived, Zhang Yang turned his head, looked at his grandfather lying on the bed, and made up his mind that even if he died of pain, he must also wake up his grandfather.

In this way, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and let Uncle Li pierce his body with a needle, and later, his arms began to become numb, and when he heard Uncle Li say that it was finally completed, he didn't know anything.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, with strange characters painted on his arms, and he didn't feel any pain at all, while the others were gathered around his grandfather's bamboo bed, listening intently as he told the story of two years ago.

......

It was a sunny afternoon, Mr. Zhang was sitting under the gazebo in the courtyard drinking tea and basking in the sun, at this time, there was a sound of footsteps from outside the door, and then someone knocked on the door: "Is Mr. Zhang at home?"

"Zhang Yang, go out and see who is looking for me!" Mr. Zhang said when he heard someone call for the door. Zhang Yang ran to the door like a gust of wind, and when he opened the door, he saw that it was three strangers.

"Little baby, is Mr. Zhang not at home?" asked one of the tall and thin men.

"Here, come in!" The Mosuo people are very hospitable, especially the Zhang family, and people often ask Master Zhang to help, so Zhang Yang very politely let the three of them into the courtyard.

"You must be Mr. Zhang!" After the three of them entered the courtyard, they saw Mr. Zhang at a glance. Mr. Zhang stood up and greeted him: "Yes, I am, may I ask who you are?"

"We are from Jinhuwan, and it will be three years since my father died in a few days, I would like to ask you to help find a place with good feng shui to bury my father, you must agree!" The thin and tall man bowed deeply to Mr. Zhang after speaking.

"You're from Jinhuwan, no problem, let's go in the house!"

It turned out that these three people were surnamed Wu, they were brothers, and it had been almost three years since their father died.

Next week, I want to put the altar into the ground, and I want to ask Master Zhang to find a place with good feng shui to bury, because Jinhu Bay is not far here, and Mr. Zhang is enthusiastic, so he agreed without hesitation.

The next day, Mr. Zhang and his son Zhang Qianzhong rushed to Jinhu Bay early in the morning.

Zhang Qianzhong is Mr. Zhang's only son and his only disciple, he began to learn Feng Shui knowledge since he was a child, and now he has also achieved a small success.

The green mountains are majestic, the blue sky is clear and the water is clear, and walking on the path in the mountains can be said to be a kind of enjoyment, and I don't feel tired in the long run.

As soon as the father and son arrived at the entrance of Jinhuwan Village, they saw that the tall and thin man was already waiting there, and under his leadership, the three of them came to Wu's house together, and after some hospitality, Mr. Zhang proposed to go to the place where his old man is now buried to have a look.

According to the rules, the dead are usually buried in their own fields after being put into the coffin, and then buried in other places after three years of entering the altar, but the old man of the Wu family was buried on the mountain after his death, and the thin and tall man explained that it was convenient, and Mr. Zhang didn't think much about it, so he followed the three brothers to the hill west of the village.

The hills to the west of the village are rocky, lush with vegetation, and interspersed with streams, so the feng shui is quite good.

Mr. Zhang and his son Zhang Qianzhong walked while concentrating on finding a suitable cemetery for the Wu family.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found that he and his son Zhang Quanzhong were tied up in a cave, and by the faint candlelight, he saw an old man in black sitting on a bamboo chair not far away, and behind the old man stood the three brothers of the Wu family.

"Mr. Zhang, you're awake, hahaha!" The old man in black immediately laughed when he saw him wake up.

At this time, Mr. Zhang had basically understood what was going on, he had fallen into someone else's plot, but after all, he was very experienced, and he was not panicked: "Who are you? Did we know each other before? Tell me, what is the purpose of you tying me here!"

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is really good, he can still stay calm in this situation, and he admires it very much. ”

With that, the old man got up from his chair and walked up to Mr. Zhang: "It doesn't matter who I am, but don't worry, we don't want to hurt you, as long as you answer me something, I will let you go!"

"Oh, is it really that simple? Is it necessary to answer a question so much?"

Only then did Mr. Zhang see the other party's appearance clearly, only to see that the old man in black had white temples, and he was estimated to be not young, and his green face was like a piece of thin paper pasted on his face, making the whole face no different from a skeleton, and he was scary.