The production of the Six Yin and Nine Yang Talismans is not a particularly difficult thing, and its most difficult essence is the search for materials, and the most difficult search for materials is the search for the six Yins.

Now that I have all the six yin and nine yang, the next thing I need is to grind these things into powder and cinnabar mixed together, and then use this material to paint into a talisman.

The process of Taoist priests drawing talismans is very tedious and boring.

The process of my drawing talisman is not much different from that of a Taoist priest, in short, after a series of tedious steps, I finally succeeded in painting the six yin and nine yang talismans.

At the moment when this talisman was successful, I didn't even have time to appreciate the talisman I had drawn, and I reached out and stuck it on the wound on the back of my neck.

There is no way, there is only so much time left.

According to my divination, today is the last day I can guarantee absolute safety.

I didn't even have time to wait until it got dark before I could die violently because of the toxins in the back of my neck.

In this case, of course, I can save for a while.

Actually, I originally set aside a period of time to enjoy the spell drawn.

It's a pity that I wasted too much time in that Chinese medicine shop, and now I can only do things as fast as I can.

The moment I put this talisman on the back of my neck, I felt the two forces of yin and yang revealed from the talisman, one hot and the other cold, rushing from the wound on the back of my neck to the depths of my flesh and blood.

Immediately after that, I seemed to feel that the two forces of yin and yang entered my spinal cord directly from the wound on the back of my neck, and then I felt the world spin for a while, and the whole person lost all consciousness......

By the time I woke up, it was already getting dark, and I was lying in bed in a very strange way.

Oddly enough, I remember that when I lost consciousness, I was supposed to be standing on the edge of the table.

If I had fallen to the ground the moment I lost consciousness, I would have either been lying on the table or lying on the floor.

But I'm lying in bed in a very strange way!

Could it be that Wei Zitong came up when I lost consciousness? Seeing me lying on the ground, you moved me to the bed?

I resisted the urge to go down and ask her at once, it was just a guess after all, and I stood up first to check the surroundings and my own body.

There was no change, except for the strange feeling at the back of his neck, and he used three copper coins to divinate his current situation, and the hexagram was that everything was normal, but there would be some small fluctuations in the future.

Small fluctuations?

Forget it, as long as I can continue to live now.

Now that the situation of life and death has been broken, all that remains is to solve the four major families as soon as possible and help grandpa not go to hell in the underworld.

And the speed should be as soon as possible, because I don't know how long the merit that my grandfather saved during his lifetime will last after death.

The Sima family has already fallen for my trick, and Sima Yi has not returned to the Sima family until now, thinking that with his ability, even if he can come out, I am afraid it will take a lot of effort.

And no matter whether he can come out or not, their Sima family must have offended the "big man" that Sima Yi said in his mouth, and the Sima family will definitely ask me for help at that time.

That's how I changed their family's fortunes!

"Boss!"

Just when I was thinking so, Wei Zitong downstairs opened his mouth and called me: "Boss, are you okay?" There are guests visiting! ”

Guest?

Are you looking for me to do something?

Although my store has been open for a while, the name has not yet been named, and I haven't even come up with a loud store name.

Someone is coming at this time?

With this question in mind, I straightened up my clothes and went down from the second floor to the first floor: "How many guests?" ”

"Boss, you finally took care of me, I called you several times just now, but you didn't pay attention to me, what are you doing?" Wei Zitong complained when he saw me coming down.

How many times did she call me just now?

So she didn't come up during the time I lost consciousness?

So how do I ......

Before I could even think about it, the only stranger in the store had already rushed to me, stretched out his hands and held my right hand tightly: "You are the owner of this store, right?" ”

The stranger's mouth was full of dialect, but it was supposed to be from some nearby village.

Because this rich dialect is very close to the faint accent that Tu Nan City has when he speaks Mandarin.

This made it easier for me to recognize the dialect, as long as I spoke it slowly, I could understand it.

"You're the guest who came to me?"

I scrutinized the plain-looking middle-aged man in front of me: "Do you know what I'm doing here?" ”

"I know, you're a master at catching ghosts!"

This simple middle-aged man's hands were covered with calluses, and even when he shook hands with me gently, I felt my palms being pinched hard.

This is the callus and the strength of the hands that have been rubbed out of perennial farm work.

"Master! Our village is haunted! Since half a month ago, there have been a steady stream of deaths in our village, almost every two days, and all of them are strong men about my age! ”

Without waiting for me to ask, this simple middle-aged man told the whole story of their village.

Their village is in a remote town under the city of Tunan.

Although it also belongs to the bustling city of Tunan, because of the inconvenient transportation, even if the distance is not very far in a straight line, it takes about a day to get from the village to the city by car.

This middle-aged man is called Wang Laoer.

That's right, he called this name, which was very casual in the eyes of people in the city, but in the village, this seemingly very casual name pinned on the most simple wishes of his parents.

The cheaper the name, the better it is to feed.

Wang Lao Er's village often dies, and the dead are all very energetic and strong men doing farm work, but none of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the village died during this time.

And those sturdy men all died in the crops at the edge of the village, naked when they died, and their faces were very enjoyable, and the guy below was quite tall.

Hearing such a description, the phrase "a dead bird facing the sky" came to my mind.

But if it is really like that, it will be free, the key is that what flows out of those strong men is not descendants, but blood.

And every sturdy man was skinny - they were sturdy farmers when they were still alive, and even if the muscles on their bodies were not obvious, they were still tigers.

But when they die, they are as thin as straw!