Among the groans of pain, there were also angry curses.
I couldn't help but turn around, and happened to see Fang Tangming being slapped away by Mao Yuanyang, and a dagger was stably pierced on Mao Yuanyang's shoulder, bleeding profusely.
Not only Mao Yuanyang, but also a dozen other Taoist priests were also unprepared. They were either stabbed by daggers or short blades, and some were directly pierced through the heart...
This was like a signal. Seven or eight of the Qi family members had just been kidnapped, and almost all the rest of them rose up. Led by Qi Mou, they shouted loudly: "Kill them, and then escape! If you are caught, you will either be imprisoned for the rest of your life, or you will die." Got it!"
The place suddenly became chaotic again.
What's even weirder is that the injured Taoist priests' expressions are as dull as those of the Feng Shui masters.
The mahogany sword and bronze sword in his hand stabbed into the body of his companion with his backhand...
There were screams one after another, and they collided so fast that no one could react.
"Mao Yuanyang is self-willed and you can't control him. The most important thing is here. If it is solved here, the trouble outside will stop!" Zhang Er's voice rang from his ears again.
I took a deep breath and tried my best to withdraw my eyes and thoughts.
Turning his eyes towards the room, he saw a bronze bell hanging on the right side of the room!
I don’t know if this clock has been in the Wang family for a long time or if it was just moved here.
Under the clock, there is a burial suit. The burial suit is placed flat and neatly on the ground. It is white in itself, but it seems to have turned a little yellow due to the light. Next to it is a dense row of incense sticks. These incense sticks are all white, and they are indescribably eerie.
"A person, a soul, and an incense. The incense leads the ghosts to the road, and the evil spirits are subdued."
Zhang Er murmured: "That's it."
He suddenly squatted down, took out a lighter in his hand, and lit an incense stick.
A thin line of white smoke floated up. Visible to the naked eye, this white smoke actually floated into the yard...
It floated to the head of a villager closest to the ear room, and suddenly the villager flopped forward and fell down.
During this period, the lit incense burned rapidly and soon reached the roots...
As the villagers fell and a popping sound was heard, a handprint appeared strangely on the coffin!
The handprints were bright red, as if they were soaked in blood...
But just for a moment, it disappeared again, as if it was all an illusion.
There was also a buzzing sound coming from my body, so I quickly took out the compass and took a look.
The pointer rotates rapidly and keeps spinning!
"Uncle Zhang, are you helping him collect his soul?" I asked in surprise.
Turning the needle is the entrance to the evil yin, lingering resentment, a villager fell down, and the palm print in a trance. This series of things immediately made me think, is Zhang Er collecting his soul? !
Looking at Zhang Er steadily, sweat broke out on my forehead.
"It is irreversible. The villagers have dismembered their corpses. Either they let people outside beat them to death, or they collect their souls. However, one thing is different. The collection of souls should be arranged by the old man, or by Qi Qi. Someone from the family will complete it and inherit the burial clothes of these evil spirits. The old man should get it and use it against you."
"It's us who are collecting the souls now. He's trying to draw water from a bamboo basket but in vain!"
Zhang Er continued to light incense sticks one by one.
There was more sweat on my forehead, and it dripped down in big drops. Not only my forehead, but also the sweat on my back seemed to have soaked my clothes.
As the incense was lit and burned out, the kneeling villagers fell directly to the ground one by one, and the white burial clothes under the bell gradually showed blood.
Even though the palm prints disappeared in an instant, they still changed the color of the burial clothes because of too many.
What depresses me is, what should we do with these burial clothes when we get them? The souls of so many villagers, so many people died in this whole village...
It felt like a huge stone was pressed on my chest, and I couldn't breathe easily.
Most of the villagers fell down, and in the end twelve villagers were left kneeling in the center.
Their facial expressions seemed to have changed, becoming extremely ferocious, and their eyes were wide open.
The Qi family, Taoist priests, and Feng Shui masters were already fighting fiercely.
At least a dozen people from the Qi family fell to the ground, convulsing.
Seven or eight Taoist priests also fell. As for the ten Feng Shui masters headed by Fang Tangming, they all fell, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
It is impossible for a Taoist priest to kill ordinary people of the Qi family.
When Feng Shui masters caused evil spirits, they also brought Taoist priests to cause evil spirits. They attacked very harshly, killing them with swords and swords.
The only person who was not so embarrassed might be Mao Yuanyang. He only had his shoulder pierced and half of his clothes were stained red with blood.
The Maotao sword in his hand emits a faint black reflection.
Beside him, there were three Taoist priests. These three men had dull faces, but they swung their swords towards him!
A trace of pain clearly flashed in Mao Yuanyang's eyes. No matter who was besieged by his disciples, how could his mentality be better?
"There are still twelve villagers left who have not been admitted, and there are still twelve people who are harassing. Mao Yuanyang is smart. If he knocks down one disciple, the one who is harassing will be replaced by another, so he is stalling for time, but there are still nine One person, plus so many people from the Qi family, is enough to kill them all."
Zhang Er also looked outside the room, shook his head and sighed.
I noticed that there were still twelve sticks of incense left next to the burial clothes.
"These twelve incense sticks cannot be burned. Now that they have lives on their hands, they are even more fierce and unwilling to be taken away." Zhang Er continued.
"Then what should we do? Kill all their souls?" I asked hoarsely.
Zhang Er's brows furrowed, and he was silent for a moment before saying: "I originally thought that I might be able to retaliate with others. Of course these villagers hate you, and after being haunted, they thought you were harming others, but they Of course, these twelve people outside now know that it is not you. If they can put it in safely, they can use this burial suit for themselves to deal with the old man."
"They must be collected to be useful. If not, the burial clothes will be destroyed. It would be a pity..."
These words made my heart beat wildly. Yes, if the villagers knew that it was not me who harmed them, but the old man, then there would be no threat to me.
We don't have much confidence, and we don't understand the old man's situation, so having such a burial suit can really be regarded as a sharp weapon.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too. We have destroyed his plan, and now we have no other choice. If we continue to waste it, Mao Yuanyang's men will be exhausted..."
"Uncle Zhang, do it." I looked at Zhang Er steadily and said word by word.
Suddenly it started to rain in the night sky.
The sudden heavy rain was like a basin of water falling from the sky. Amidst the crackling sound, the Taoist priests who were harassing were even more fierce.
Another bolt of lightning flashed across, and after the sudden white light, a cold, hollow voice sounded.
"The God of Disaster is reflected in the mirror and caught in the sieve of the Wolf God."
"The strange god shoots with arrows, and the happy god is in Juanhong."
"Avoid all evil spirits, blessings and blessings will protect you! Be as hasty as the law!"
