Hao Fei understood that the five people in the front hall had weak Buddha strength and didn't resist it, so they suffered from it. However, seeing that his companion fell, and the others were still doing their best to save the villagers, Hao Fei was extremely impressed.

"The mage said that what they now have in their bodies is the head lowering technique, which is another advanced version of the curse technique, which is like a dead corpse during the day, and will regain its life characteristics at night, but the pain all over the body is incomparable, like ten thousand insects piercing the heart, and it needs to be tightly fixed to prevent self-harm." The old man's alcohol consumption is not good, and his face is already red after two glasses of wine, but his arms are more stable, and he pours wine and writes very neatly.

"Open the door!" Knowing that the people outside were actually not cheating corpses, but falling on the head, Hao Fei had already stood up. He has high-grade relics, which are the nemesis of these things, and may be able to save them.

The old man hurriedly grabbed Hao Fei and hurriedly wrote on the sand table: "You can't go out, they are poisonous people, as long as they are splashed by their body fluids, they will be poisoned." Seeing that Hao Fei was unmoved, he wrote: "Master Ganga ordered that they must not be released, in case of an accident, the spread of the head will be much faster than the curse, and he will not be able to do anything at that time." ”

"I can save them!" Hao Fei took the shiny relic from his neck and shook it.

The old man could actually recognize this thing, and quickly knelt down reverently.

Hao Fei didn't delay any longer, reached out and took off the key from the old man's waist and opened the middle door.

As the door opened, the sound of the knock in the outer hall became clearer and clearer, and the old man's body trembled.

As soon as Hao Fei stepped into the front hall, the backstage kept refreshing the reminder of the reduced health, which showed that there was also a high poison in the air. However, this did not affect him, and his health was regained much faster than he had lost.

Coming forward to take a closer look at the five struggling teenagers, they were all familiar faces, but one by one, their expressions were distorted by pain, their mouths were stuffed with cloth, and they let out a hoarse roar. These five teenagers are all weaker than Buddha, and they are also the youngest of them, and the youngest is only ** years old, and they are also tied up there and constantly writhing.

Hao Fei came to him, this kid he knew that the talent for cultivating Buddha was very high, but he had just come to Ganga's side and had not studied much, so his Buddha power was not high. At that time, when the roasted sweet potato banquet was held, he sat next to Hao Fei and recited a scripture at a very fast speed, which was praised by everyone, and there was always a smile on his meaty round face.

But now, perhaps because of the long period of suffering, the child's cheeks were terribly thin, and his lips were cracked and turned over from the constant screaming and struggle, revealing blood-red gums. The teeth were still white, but it seemed that he was changing his teeth, and one of his front teeth was missing, which made Hao Fei's angry face suddenly rise with a smile.

"I'm here, and it won't be painful right away." Hao Fei stroked the child's face and placed the relics on his chest.

The child regained a trace of clarity, and also saw Hao Fei clearly, tried to make a smile, and then passed out.

"Are you poisoned?" A sand table was held up in front of his eyes.

Hao Fei shook his head and said, "Go and cook some rice porridge, they need to eat something." ”

The old man was overjoyed, and his rickety body suddenly burst out with vitality, and he rushed into the inner room to cook porridge in three or two steps.

Hao Fei was not happy, he found that if the relics were worn on the body, they could indeed resist ordinary spell attacks, but they were not satisfactory when used to detoxify. This advanced head-lowering technique has taken root in their bodies, and the relics can only temporarily dispel the pain.

There was only one relic, and not everyone could take care of it, so an hour later, Hao Fei still woke up the little monk. After feeding him a bowl of rice porridge, he explained the situation and placed the relics on another person. In this way, let everyone rest for an hour, drink another bowl of porridge, and the whole night passed like this.

Outside, the rooster crowed, the sky was slightly white, and the five monks also fell into a dead silence. Hao Fei used his demonic eyes to see that their life fire was extremely small, similar to an ant, lurking inside their bodies, maintaining their last vitality.

After losing their vitality, they also lost their pain and toxins, so the old man immediately loosened the thin iron chain and helped them rub their black bodies.

In late spring and early summer, the morning sun shone peacefully on the dark gray roof of the door, and two lanterns, whose candles had long since been extinguished, hung high on the door, swaying in the breeze.

A shirtless man with no hair on his body slowly pushed open the hidden door and walked in. This was Master Ganga's dharma field, and Hao Fei could hear the muffled chanting sound coming from inside.

There are plenty of chairs in the outhouse, and they are full of villagers waiting to exorcise the spell. These people have dark faces, blank eyes, and make a swing from time to time, and there is a faint fishy smell in the air.

Walking into the back room, a large cauldron was boiling something, and the fishy smell came from the pot. A sturdy middle-aged man was stirring vigorously, and when he saw Hao Fei, he was stunned at first, and then picked up a big spoon as a weapon, stood guard, and roared a word in Burmese.

"I'm here to find Gen-la Ganga, we know each other." Hao Fei directly took out the futon and shook it.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately put down the big spoon, bowed respectfully, and said, "The master is in the inner room to exorcise the curse." ”

Hao Fei nodded slightly and walked forward.

The inner room is very large, with more than a dozen beds, and on each bed there is a young monk facing a villager to exorcise a mantra, the chanting sound is chaotic but not chaotic, and the atmosphere is very peaceful.

The old monk Ganga sat in the innermost, and with his Buddha power, he didn't need to chant anymore, but only brushed one hand on the top of the villagers' heads, and a trace of black gas was pulled out from the top door.

As soon as Hao Fei appeared, he saw it, nodded slightly at him, and continued to treat the village name.

Hao Fei was not in a hurry, he found a random place to sit, and waited while cultivating.

After more than half an hour, after treatment, the villagers' faces were no longer black at all, and their eyes were also bright, and they bowed to Master Ganga and retreated.

Ganga's face was not very good-looking, and he still arranged for other little monks to take turns to rest for a while, but he didn't close his eyes for five days and five nights. wanted to stand up, but couldn't help but stumble, and was just supported by Hao Fei.

"Get out for a walk." The old monk pointed outside.

"Master, how can I help?" To get straight to the point, it would be a sin to delay even one more minute at such a time.

The old monk was not in a hurry, only waited to go outside, and then said with a smile: "There are some things that can't be said inside, young people love physical confrontation, last time you showed your power and defeated the bad guys, it took me a long time to take back their hearts." ”