For me, an outsider, I have to rely on Uncle Cheng to go out in the dark and look for raw water.

So, I asked him if he had noticed any such deep wells in Shili Baxiang.

Uncle Cheng pondered for a long time before he muttered a place.

And said that it was haunted.

He also said that the well was deep in the mountains, and that the entire rice field village used to be in that place.

Later, because the well drowned a villager every year, the old man in the village said that the well was heavy and attracted water ghosts, so he sealed it with a grinding plate.

What is outrageous is that there is no water well in that area except for the well, and even if it does, it is bitter, salty and astringent, so the entire rice field village has been moved to its current place.

If there is, it doesn't matter if he's haunted or not.

As soon as the five-clawed golden dragon comes out, don't all ghosts and evil have to hide away?

Now that the water has been settled, all problems are no longer a problem.

While Uncle Cheng and the five-clawed golden dragon went out to prepare the required items, I struggled to get up and drew an exorcism talisman with a calm mind.

What is usually done overnight, this time it was very laborious to paint, and I was tired and sweaty.

After more than an hour, looking at the crooked exorcism charms drawn, none of them liked it, so I had to choose one that looked more pleasing to the eye.

Drawing this thing, pay attention to calmness, calmness, and no distractions.

The talisman drawn in this state not only looks beautiful and comfortable, but also exerts the maximum power it contains.

After drawing the talisman, I boiled another pot of boiling water, and I was already dizzy, and the Venus in front of me was rising, and I was so tired that I collapsed.

I couldn't bear to climb into bed, and I was in a daze for more than an hour before Uncle Cheng and the five-clawed golden dragon came back.

Everything was ready, and the snake caught a dozen.

I kind of suspect that the five-clawed golden dragon is serving a nest of snakes to a pot.

These snakes were all lying on the ground motionless, obviously frightened half to death by the dragon qi on the five-clawed golden dragon.

Will they be scared to death later?

Without further ado, let's get started.

Now, I'm guilty of the old nose.

The five-clawed golden dragon caught the opportunity to bully me, and whipped me hard with a peach wood branch stained with incense ash and runic water.

After a few strokes, my skin and flesh opened and I grinned in pain.

It hurt a lot, and while I instinctively dodged, I couldn't help but shout at the thing: "You girl, don't beat me to death." ”

Who knew that this thing's excited shouts were louder than mine, and he had words: "If you don't see blood when you tap it, you can't see blood, how can you break this bad hand?" Anyway, it's a knife both horizontally and vertically, so don't hide, let Uncle Long and I have a good time. ”

......

Typical communiqué vendetta.

The pain in my heart and the nerves I stimulated were so high that I couldn't faint.

Seeing that I was rolling on the bed in pain, Uncle Cheng couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned his head to the yard.

After the black handprint was torn, black blood really flowed out.

And it's very viscous, like a plaster that Chinese medicine is boiling on a pot.

I finally figured out that after a bad hand in my body, the blood thickens and gradually loses the ability to circulate yin and yang, leading to death.

This evil art is really damn vicious.

If Hu Zhiqiang doesn't come tonight, if he does, I will chop off all his hands and feed them to the dogs.

The five-clawed golden dragon pumped me for a quarter of an hour, and the black blood that flowed from my body became less viscous and gradually turned red.

Then it collected my blood into a wooden basin filled with raw and cooked water, and threw two more snakes into it.

As soon as the frightened snake entered the raw and cooked water stained red with my blood, it immediately regained its nature and became active, like a chicken blood, swimming up and down.

I don't know if I was stimulated by my blood, or I was excited to get rid of the power of the five-clawed golden dragon.

Look at my chest again, it has been whipped into rotten pieces by the five-clawed golden dragon with a peach wood branch, not only blood, but also yellow water.

Uncle Cheng specially went out to buy a bandage, wrapped me into a zongzi, and wrapped it tightly.

I wanted to lie down and rest, but my chest and back were injured, and even if I lay on my side, it hurt to tear.

simply sat cross-legged and waited for Hu Zhiqiang to come to the door.

The wait is always long and the most abrasive.

Fearing that Hu Zhiqiang would die of pain on the road, or perhaps he was so profound that he might crack us, Uncle Cheng slipped into the courtyard every few minutes to take a look, and the five-clawed golden dragon kept pacing the house like an old donkey pulling a mill.

I was dazzled by it, and with the strength it spared when it pumped me, I yelled at it angrily, "Can you stop turning?" Hu Zhiqiang has been picked up by his son for a day, how can he come back so soon? ”

Actually, I'm a bit of a cover-up.

Because, I am also afraid that if he is profound, and he will crack us, then my little life may really hang by a thread.

Fortunately, we didn't have to wait too long.

Two hours later, Uncle Cheng, who had been watching in the yard, suddenly rushed into the house happily like a child, shouting: "It's here!" Here it ......."

After a while, an old man and a middle-aged man stepped into the room quickly.

The old man had gray temples and a wrinkled face, and he looked seventy or eighty years old.

The middle-aged man is in his forties, with a square face and a wide mouth, with a faint air of rebelliousness.

The two have similar faces, and at a glance, they know that they are father and son.

As soon as he entered the door, the old man threw himself on his knees.

Uncle Cheng had already been on fire for a long time, and when he saw the old man kneeling on the ground, he picked up a broom and hit him.

He has been holding back his anger for many days, and finally found an outlet for catharsis.

While beating, he also scolded: "You old thing who has lost his conscience, how many things have you done behind your back......"

The old man seemed to know that he was wrong, knelt there motionless, and took a few blows from Uncle Cheng.

Needless to say, this old man is Hu Zhiqiang.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to run to the barrel full of raw and cooked water and stretched out his legs.

Seeing that the barrel was about to be swept over by him, the five-clawed golden dragon moved.

It lifted its legs and kicked him against the wall.

I only heard a "pop", and he knocked out a big hole in the wall.

Then there was another muffled sound, and the whole person collapsed on the ground like a boiled noodle.

I'll rub it, don't kick him to death......

After a moment, the middle-aged man clutched his stomach and screamed.

I was relieved.

Seeing this situation, I had an idea in my heart that it was not Hu Zhiqiang who did bad to me, but his son.

"You did it?" I shouted at the middle-aged man.

Without waiting for the man to squeak, Hu Zhiqiang crawled to the bed on his knees and kept kowtowing to me.

pleaded in his mouth: "Zhiguo was confused for a while, please spare him." ”

"Spare him? Did he ever think of sparing me? I snorted coldly, "He played a bad hand on me and ran, if I didn't know how to crack it, wouldn't I have died in his hands?" ”

Hu Zhiqiang was speechless by me for a while, and crawled to his son again: "Zhiguo, Zhiguo, you hurry up and relieve this little brother of the bad hand......"