As the old head-downing master cast the spell, Zhao Youliang, who was putting incense on the dolls in the store, suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.
Then there were scars on his face that were deep enough to show the bones, as if they had been scratched by a wild animal.
Accompanied by the spurting of blood, there was also the sound of crunching bones rubbing against each other.
"Oh mom, it hurts me so much!"
Zhao Youliang struggled to get up, covering his face and throwing around in pain.
He heard a thud and hit the foot of the enshrined male doll, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Let me tell you, this dummy is actually made of cement..."
The above were the last thoughts in Zhao Youliang's mind before he fainted.
What he didn't see was that the blood he stained on the doll was quickly absorbed into it.
Then bursts of cold laughter came from the doll's body...
On the other side, in the mountains outside the town.
The black cat, whose neck was being strangled by the old master, was already on the verge of death, with his eyes rolled up desperately.
The same was true for the cursed Zhao Youliang. His legs were twitching, and he was obviously on the verge of life and death.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew and instantly extinguished the seven white candles lit by the old Jiangtou Master.
"Something bad happened!"
Seeing this scene, the head-dropping master screamed in surprise, and just as he was about to get up, he spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
"Xiao Wu" on the side saw this and hurriedly ran over in three steps at a time.
"Elder, what's wrong with you?!"
"Idiot! Leave me alone! Go and light the 'Human Candle' quickly!" The old head-down master scolded and pushed "Xiao Wu" out fiercely.
"Oh oh oh, I know!"
Stumbling, Xiao Wu took out his lighter and ran towards the nearest candle.
Unfortunately, as soon as it was lit, it was immediately blown out by the cold wind coming from behind.
It looked like there was an invisible dead head resting on Xiao Wu's shoulders, blowing air against the candle.
Although Xiao Wu didn't understand what was going on, he could only start the fire again under the old Jiangtou master's power. Unfortunately, the situation remained the same.
The candle...that is, the "human candle" as the old Jiangtou master calls it, still goes out as soon as it is lit.
"Elder, how could this happen?!"
The strange scene in front of him had frightened "Xiao Wu", and he asked the old head-bending master with a pale face.
At this time, the face of the old head-down master was not much better than that of "Xiao Wu", and was equally bloodless.
"Ghost, blow, light!"
Although there were only three words, what the old head-lowering master said was very difficult.
It was as if every word was squeezed out from the lungs, and every word was bloody.
In folklore, there are two versions of ghost blowing out lanterns.
The first one that we ordinary people will never encounter in our lifetime refers to the secret that is not passed down by the gold-touching sect, one of the four major sects of tomb robbers.
It means that when entering the ancient tomb, you must first light a candle in the southeast corner before opening the coffin.
If the candle goes out, you must exit quickly. Don't be greedy for one thing, otherwise something extremely terrible will happen.
According to legend, this is a contract between the living and the dead passed down by the founder of the Mojin Sect: a thousand-year inheritance without exception.
The second is that it is said that there are three oil lamps on the body: one is on the head and the other two are on the shoulders.
These three lights represent a person's Yang Qi, which is Yang Fire.
When dirty things want to harm someone, they must first extinguish the person's Yang Fire before they can act.
So when you are walking at night, if someone calls your name, never look either way, let alone look back.
If these three lamps are blown out by dirty things, the host family is destined to be entangled.
Of course, those who are weak and sick or who do too many bad things and whose Yang Fire is extinguished by themselves are not included in this list.
...
"G-Ghost blows out the lamp?!"
"How could it be such an evil thing!!"
"Xiaowu" immediately became even more panicked after hearing this. He didn't even dare to continue lighting the "human candle" and staggered and hid behind the old Jiangtou master.
Under the emergency situation, the old head-down master was not in the mood to pay attention to "Little Five".
After cursing "trash", he took out two drops of human oil and applied it to his eyes.
"Hahaha, I want to see which lonely ghost who doesn't know how to die dares to destroy this mage's good deeds and even harms me, Fengni!"
Wind reversal, a term used in spiritual practice, refers to the backlash caused to the caster when spell casting or rituals are interrupted.
However, something happened that shocked the old master: Even though his eyes were smeared with corpse oil, he still couldn't see anything dirty nearby.
In desperation, he just wanted to bend down and look from his crotch, but heard a scream coming from not far away.
The one who screamed was the disciple he sent out to guard.
This situation made the old Jiangtou Master even more anxious and shouted loudly to the woods not far away.
"What's going on? Who's hurt??"
"Did you see anything?!!"
The old master's answer was a series of screams. It could be said that in just an instant, all the disciples he sent out had been killed.
The last person to die only had time to shout: "Zombie, zombie...ah!"
Then the head of the speaker was thrown out of the woods, and rolled until it reached the feet of the old head-dropper.
Horrified eyes stared at Zhao Youliang's photo on the ground...
"Zombie?!" Just when the old master was confused, he saw a zombie walking upside down from the woods.
Just walk step by step, not jump.
The steps are heavy.
"Reverse, reverser!"
The old head-lowering master was shocked: "How come there is such a thing now!!"
Driven by the survival instinct, the old head-bending master hurriedly grabbed at his neck - tearing off a layer of flesh, the piece of flesh with the bloody scorpion tattooed on it.
"Scorpion God, help!"
After the shouting, the scorpion tattoo immediately swelled, and in the blink of an eye it was the size of a basin.
Then, amid bursts of rustling sounds, he quickly rushed towards the "Reverse Walker".
The moment it approached the Retrograde Man's body, this weird zombie bent down with a click.
Instead of bending forward like ordinary people, she bent backwards, as if her waist had suddenly broken.
The moment the zombie bent over, the old head-dropper saw a terrifying woman's face.
He was livid, with dry blood stains all over the corners of his mouth, nose, and eyes.
Especially a pair of eyes, desperately turned up, long hair hanging upside down...
"you you......"
While staggering backwards, the old head-dropping master saw that the scorpion god he had just released actually got into the mouth of the "reverse traveler".
Then there was the sound of crunching, and pus splashed out from the zombie's mouth.
The Scorpion God, whom he had so much hope for, was actually eaten by the Rebellion...
"No!"
In desperation, the old Jiangtou master quickly turned around and ran away, while pushing the "Xiao Wu" behind him towards the reverse walker.
The rebel smiled miserably, bit Xiao Wu to death, and then continued to charge towards the old head-down master.
