Hearing what Master said, I began to look around the road.

This is a mountain forest, and there are not many people passing by on weekdays, and the surrounding shrubs are dense and weedy.

Naturally, there is a lot of dead grass.

It's just that this mulberry tree doesn't seem to be seen:

"Master, there is dead grass, but there doesn't seem to be any mulberry trees around here!"

The master was stunned on the other end of the phone, and then said in a deep voice:

"No mulberry trees. Just see if there are eucalyptus trees, plane trees, ......."

As soon as Master's words fell, Mo Ting, who was beside him, pointed in a direction and motioned for me to look.

Spotting in the direction Moting pointed, there was a plane tree.

The sycamore is not big, and it is the thickness of human legs, and it grows quite luxuriantly.

"Master, I have a sycamore here."

After hearing this, Master said to me very seriously on the phone:

"Good! Sycamores are also fine.

Now that you're listening, you're going to find some hay where you are.

Tie a hayman the way I usually teach you to tie a scarecrow.

In the straw man's head, tuck a few of your hairs into it.

Finally, use the blood of your fingertips to write your birth date and approximate address on the sycamore skin, and press it upside down on the straw man.

Next, you'll keep going around the straw man in a circle to the right.

If the straw man doesn't move, you can't stop, understand? ”

I frowned slightly, could it be that Master is going to do it remotely?

Want to use a straw man to help me fight off the headless ferocious?

I thought to myself, but I didn't have time to ask nonsense.

After a little hesitation, he immediately responded:

"Okay, Master, I'll do it!"

With that, I put down the phone.

Because this place was quiet in the dead of night, Mo Ting could hear everything about the conversation between me and Master.

Moting's stomach still hurts, but it is much better than before.

Seeing that I hung up the phone, he said to me:

"Brother Qin, you go and pick the bark. I'm going to tie up the straw man, and I'm going to split up, fast. ”

Seeing that he was in stable condition, I nodded:

"Good!"

After that, the two of us went our separate ways.

I took out my fox paw and walked over to the plane tree.

The fox's claws were unusually sharp and hard, slashing at the bark.

"Hiss" sounds, it's a mouth.

I drew a rectangle and tore the bark off with my hands.

Some are broken and not very complete.

But it shouldn't be a big problem.

Take the bark well, and I'm not afraid of pain.

With the fox's paws, pierce the tip of the middle finger of your right hand.

When I saw the blood coming out, I wrote my birth date and the approximate location of this place on the bark of the sycamore tree.

Blood-infested, not very neat.

But I was also able to barely read the content.

After I finished writing, Lao Mo was already on the side of the road, tearing off a lot of hay.

And quickly, a forty or fifty centimeter-long straw man was tied.

He has hands and feet, but no facial features.

When I saw that the straw man was also tied, I directly plucked out a few hairs from his head and stuffed them into the straw man's head.

According to what the master said, the bark of the sycamore tree with the eight characters and place of the birthday written on it was fastened on the straw man.

Then I started to circle around the hayman to the right.

I don't know why I went around in circles, but Master must have a reason for saying that.

So while spinning in circles, he said to Moting:

"Old Mo, if you don't leave now, I'll drag that headless ferocious here!"

Moting went to smile lightly:

"On the day the Broken Sword was reforged, when the knight returned.

Didn't you say that? To walk together.

As the guardian of the younger generation of the city, the Apostle of Light.

Fate will make his choice! ”

Lao Mo said the second, but his expression was firm.

I used to hear Mo Ting say some two-dimensional middle two words, and I was so embarrassed that I could grasp my toes.

But at this juncture, between life and death.

Not only did I not feel embarrassed, but I felt a strong sense of trust and identification with Moting.

While spinning in circles, he smiled slightly.

Oh, yes! Just let fate make his choice!

In the face of a headless and ferocious pursuit, do not repel him.

Running away basically doesn't make much sense......

I have experienced so many dangers before, and I believe that this time, I will also turn evil into good fortune.

I nodded at Moting and said no more.

Circle around the straw man.

It took more than ten turns.

The straw man, covered by the bark of the sycamore tree, has some strange changes.

Moting and I found that there were bursts of white smoke suddenly rising from the covered straw man, wisps by wisp.

It's like a spark appeared in the body of a straw man, and before there was an open flame, the white smoke that appeared was almost ......

"The straw man is smoking!"

Moting opened his mouth in surprise.

Seeing in his eyes, he also nodded:

"It should be my master doing it."

I didn't stop under my feet, and I kept turning.

Master made it very clear that if the straw man doesn't move, I can't stop.

However, at this moment, a cloudy wind suddenly came from the end of the road.

In the next second, a low and hoarse voice was heard:

"This time, damn fellow, let's see what else you can do......"

When Moting and I heard this, our hearts tightened and we looked up.

At the end of the road, there was a headless man with a mouth and eyes.

It's none other than the headless ferocious.

Moting and I were mentally prepared.

But when I saw the headless ferocity again, I couldn't help but gasp.

Is it a blessing or a curse, and it is a curse that cannot be avoided......