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Ding Li completely changed color: "Then what should I do?"

Uncle Nine said in a deep voice: "Originally, I thought about letting you open the altar for a while, but now it seems that it is too late!"

Ding Li finally couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Jiu, I hear you talk about opening the altar every day, what is the opening of the altar?"

Uncle Nine said solemnly: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago, any spell you cast requires mana." And this mana is not from us, Shangmao communicates with the immortals, and uses the mana of the immortals. Zhongmao communicates with the patriarch and uses the patriarch's mana. In this declining world, both the upper and middle ones have been lost. We can only communicate with those ghosts now, and use the power of the ghosts to cast spells. It's called channeling!"

"Damn, won't you?" Ding Li was a little dumbfounded all of a sudden. I've always felt that learning the Tao is a very bright thing, but where did I think that I would have to communicate with ghosts?

Uncle Nine nodded and said solemnly: "This is for what, I must make your five elements complete, and then open the altar to channel." You won't be fascinated by ghosts. It's just that now it's too late to make a lot of effort, so I can only open the altar for you first and teach you some spells!"

After Ding Li was dumbfounded, he looked at Uncle Jiu as serious, not like he was joking with himself. I had to grit my teeth: "Then come on!"

"You take a bath and change your clothes first, and then I'll open the altar for you at noon!" Uncle Nine said.

Ding Li's heart was happy and a little uneasy. In fact, if you really don't guess what the opening altar psychic is, then you will underestimate the wisdom of Boss Ding.

It's just that now it's really confirmed, but it makes Ding centrifugal seven up and eight down. After all, if it's not a psychopath, who wants to deal with that ghost zombie every day?

But, then again. What modern young man doesn't want to have powerful, supernatural powers?

"Ding Li, what did Uncle Nine say to you?" Seeing that Ding Li's face was wrong, Ren Tingting asked with concern.

"No, Uncle Nine wants to teach me spells and let me protect you well. And let me stop bullying you!" Ding Li changed to a hippie smile.

made Ren Tingting happy and ashamed: "Whoever bullies anyone doesn't know what to do!"

Ding Li immediately leaned his face over and said with a smile: "Then I'll let you bully ......"

"Who is going to bully you......" Ren Tingting made a disgusting look and stuck out her tongue.

Ding Li was about to tease Ren Tingting again, but he heard the ninth uncle behind him cough dryly: "Ding Li, don't go quickly!"

Ding Li grabbed his hair and hurriedly responded, not daring to ** Ren Tingting anymore, and went in a gray manner.

At night, Ding Li followed Uncle Nine into a small room behind the lobby, where the light was even darker. A few candles were lit slightly, but the light of these candles was as small as a broad bean, with a faint green tinge.

As soon as he walked in, Ding Li felt a little familiar cold feeling surging over his body.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have felt this way when he encountered a ghost hitting the wall. There was a sudden chuckle in Ding Qi, could this be Yin Qi?

"Look at what," Uncle Nine said, "Come here quickly!"

As he spoke, he dragged Ding Li over, and gently touched Ding Li's leg with his foot, and Ding Li suddenly knelt down involuntarily.

I saw that on the offering table in front of me, there were several rows of tablets densely arranged. A candle was lit on one side, and in the middle was a plate of fruit, a pig's head, and a few pillars of incense.

Before Ding Lidu could see it clearly, he listened to Uncle Jiu's hand and shouted: "Please invite the three Tianzun of the Three Qing and Three Realms, Taishang Laojun, Zhang Zhao Erlang, Patriarch Yue Wang, Li Gongzhen, Dongshan Old Man, Nanshan Little Sister, Nanhai Guanyin, Fuxi Shennong, Xuanyuan Emperor, Thunder God Emperor, ......"

"Damn," Ding was overjoyed: "Call so many immortal names." Could it be that this is a Shangmao spell, give me a divine psychic?"

Uncle Nine read the psychic enlightenment text for half a while, but was interrupted by Ding Li. The one behind suddenly couldn't remember, and said to Ding Li angrily: "What you think is beautiful, and I can't do it myself." These names are just thoughts...... Less nonsense. Hurry up and get over ......."

As soon as he said this, he heard a terrible scream in the silent night outside.

Uncle Jiu's face changed: "It's not good, then the zombie won't come at this time, right?"

Ding Li thought that it was too bad that Ren Tingting was still in his own home. As the eldest lady of the Ren family, Ren Tingting naturally cannot live in this Yizhuang all the time. That is, I stayed in Yizhuang for a few days, and when I saw that there was no danger, I moved back.

Obviously, Uncle Nine also thought of it and shouted: "You go to Ren's house first, I'll come when I go and see!"

Ding Li only cared about answering, and hurriedly ran out. Halfway through the encounter, he obviously guessed what was going on, and he shouted to Ding Li: "I will follow you too!"

Although the whole town is not too big, but a place like Yizhuang was originally used to park corpses, which is about equal to the funeral parlor of later generations.

The Ren family is a newly built bungalow that has not been built for a few years, even if it is put in the future generations, it is also very magnificent. Nestled in the heart of the town, it symbolizes the family's local power and wealth.

Ding was anxious, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he had just run through two streets. The door of a house facing the street suddenly opened, and a cloud of yin wind rushed towards Ding Li.

"Zombie!" Ding Li reacted in only a split second. Although zombies do not rot, they have a fishy smell of corpses, and after smelling them once, they are disgusting enough to make people unable to eat for several days.

Ding Li rolled over and dodged. Through the light that came out of the room, you could see that all the people in the room were dead.

The zombie in front of him was not wearing an official robe, but it was an ordinary person's clothes. His face was as white as paper, and he looked like he had just died, and he was not a zombie of Old Lady Ren.

"Oops, everyone in the room has been bitten to death by zombies, and I don't know what happened to Lu Dao Tingting?" Ding Wei was tumbling with thoughts, and before he could stand up, he heard another scream in the distance.

This made Ding Li feel even more like something bad in his heart. It seems that there are a lot of zombies tonight.

"Ding Li, you go to save Tingting first, I'll drag it down!" The panting Wen Cai finally rushed over and shouted.

Ding Lijiao hesitated, and shouted: "Be careful!" Without saying more, he ran forward.

The zombie was just about to chase after him, but Wen Cai pounced on him. I don't know when there was an extra wooden stick in his hand and smashed it on the zombie's head.