A faint black gas filled the air, flowing down the courtyard wall, condensing for a moment where I was lying down, and flowing downward again.

The flow was in exactly the same direction as when I came down.

This is the evil ghost raised by the black-robed man, searching for the warlock hiding in the shadows.

He had realized that the hemp donkey was just a puppet, and that if he wanted to turn the tables, he had to find the location of the warlock who was secretly controlling him.

I bit my fingers, drew a simple stand-in in the corner of the wall, and then crawled against the ground and withdrew more than ten meters.

This talisman is normally drawn on runic paper, and it is used in conjunction with the paper-tied paililla to help the caster resist spell damage such as curses and nightmares.

Drawing with blood has no special bonus, but it can attract blood-fed demons who have a strong desire for human flesh and blood, and have a misleading effect.

The black qi stopped at the place of the stand-in.

Under my control, the hemp donkey stood up again, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, walked up to the black-robed man, squatted down and held him, and pressed the dagger against his chest.

The blood that kept gushing out of his mouth poured out the black-robed man's head and face.

The black-robed man suddenly punched the hemp donkey in the face.

There was a clear sound of bones shattering from under the fist.

The hemp donkey's whole face was sunken and he fell on his back.

The black-robed man just lay on the ground, pulled out an AK47 from under his robe, fired several shots at the hemp donkey, breaking his limbs, and then turned around and shot at the position where the black gas was stagnant.

Bullets flew the walls.

The thick smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with a hint of spicy blood.

This is the smell of black dog blood.

Rooster blood and black dog blood all have the effect of breaking the law.

The weapons that warlocks carry with them are habitually soaked with these two types of blood on a regular basis to strengthen the defense-breaking effect of spells such as divine soldiers and séances.

It used to be a sword bow and crossbow, but now it has bullets.

Lu Chenyin's troll bullets were also dealt with in this way.

Such bullets also have a damaging effect on demons.

Blood-fed demons are ferocious and violent, and once they are harmed, even the owner will not hesitate to attack.

The black-robed man didn't care about this, because the ghost must have a talisman, and no matter how violent the evil ghost is, he can't get close.

The black qi was thinned to the point that it was almost completely dispersed, and the yin wind swept towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man ignored the evil spirits that had been devoured.

I pinched the trick and manipulated the hemp donkey again.

His limbs were broken and he could no longer move normally.

But simple movements are enough.

Next to the position where he just lay down was the three pillars of incense planted on the ground.

This position was deliberately calculated.

As soon as he raised his head, he grabbed the three pillars of incense, followed the spot and turned around, and poked the three pillars of incense on the black-robed man's divine court.

The black qi that circled around the black-robed man but couldn't get close swooped down the Shenting Acupoint.

The black-robed man froze for a moment, then threw away the AK47 in his hand, jumped up and rushed into the manor desperately.

I immediately climbed up to the top of the wall to observe the situation.

The black-robed man ran all the way into a large three-story room.

There was silence inside and outside the manor, except for the painful moans of the wounded who were not dead.

I lay on the wall and didn't move.

After a while, a group of soldiers of the Montai army came out of the woods with guns and cats, and slowly touched the gate of the manor.

Ignoring the other soldiers on the ground, they went to check on the three jeeps and lifted a living survivor out of the first one.

I took a closer look, and it was actually Saiyo.

There was not even a trace of blood on his body, obviously not injured, but his whole body trembled, let alone action, and he couldn't even speak.

The soldiers tried to bring him back to their senses, but after doing their best, they finally gave up on this plan, and did not try to save the others, and fled the manor directly in the three jeeps.

I waited until the sun rose in the east before I slipped off the wall.

The sun is rising, the yang energy is flourishing, the ghosts can't move, the demons can't appear, and all the yin and evil external techniques will be seriously affected.

Now is the time to accept the results.

I walked over to the hemp donkey.

He's still alive.

But there was only one breath left.

When he saw me appear, his face twitched slightly, and his eyes changed from dull to complicated.

He sounded twice in his throat, and let out a faint voice, "Kill me, please, old fairy." ”

In this state, there is no possibility of him being saved, and every minute he spends will suffer an extra minute of sin.

It would be a mercy to him to end his life simply.

Unfortunately, no one taught me what kindness is.

"I'm a Yin Vein gentleman, and I can't touch people's lives on my hands. You can live for another half a day, it will be over soon, and if you are really bored, think about the evil you have done all these years as a snakehead. Reincarnate as a good person in the next life, don't suffer this kind of retribution again. ”

As I spoke, I peeled off Ma Beibei's face and glued it to my face.

The skin of this face has not been treated, it has begun to rot, it is not uncomfortable to stick to the face, and it has a pungent rancid smell.

I pressed it carefully, straightened my face, took the dagger, and then ignored the donkey, and turned and went into the manor.

Last night's battle, though short, was quite fierce.

Corpses were strewn everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

After a night, all the people who had been injured and not died were gone.

Crossing the path where the corpse was ambushed, entering the house where the black-robed man had finally fled into, I followed the remnants of the scent of the thread, and I found him on the third floor.

There is only one large room on the entire third floor, and you can see it all over the stairs.

Under the wall due south is a shrine with a tribute table.

Inside the shrine is a blood-red statue of the god.

There are all incense and candles on the table, and there are also tributes horizontally.

It's a meter and a half long, and it looks like a whole lamb or something.

The black-robed man fell less than half a meter away from the tribute table, and his last action was to desperately reach for the offering table.

The outstretched hand was dripping with blood, and the flesh was mutilated, revealing white bones everywhere.

There are clear tooth marks on the mutilated flesh.

It was he who bit it off himself.

Deceived by blood-fed demons, one's own flesh and blood is the most tempting supreme delicacy.

The black-robed man's talisman was broken, and he clearly realized that he could not resist the backlash of the blood-fed demons, so he fled back here desperately, wanting to ask for help from the idol of the god he worshipped.

It's just that he didn't succeed and fell on the last step.

I stood next to the black-robed man, drew a requiem charm in the air, whispered the Sutra of Humans, and stabbed the dagger into the back of the black-robed man's neck.

It would be better if it was with a sword.

It is possible to reproduce 100% of all the steps of Puqi Fang after killing people in the ancestral court Taoist temple of the Sanli Sect.

Now using a dagger instead of a long sword always feels not so formal.

Fortunately, no one accounts for this.

After completing the process, I stepped over the body of the black-robed man to the offering table, staring at the blood-red statue.

It was a kind goddess.

It's just that the blood-red face makes her eyebrows have a layer of vicious hideousness.

The red is not paint, but real blood.

It was as if there was not a whole sheep on the table, but a man whose head, hands and feet had been cut off.

"No mother, blood lotus lineage!"

I muttered.

Before the voice fell, the corners of the Buddha's mouth curled slightly, revealing a distorted smile.