Although our fight just now was in the attic, Mao Yuanyang's screams and the old man's screams were loud. It was extremely normal to attract the attention of the Taoist priests guarding outside. It happened that Zhang Er also called me to find someone to come in to help, which saved me the need to go out and call them.
I immediately told them to follow me upstairs, and also asked someone to call an ambulance to prepare for rescue.
The faces of the Taoist priests changed, but they didn't say anything more.
After I took them up to the attic, their faces turned pale when they saw Mao Yuanyang's misery, as well as a fellow disciple with a severed head and a broken leg on the ground.
Zhang Er had already pulled the old man to the base of the wall.
The bloody burial suit was still wrapped around the old man's neck, but it was no longer so tight.
The clothes on the old man's body were almost stripped off. Zhang Er was still looking for something.
My attention was only distracted for a moment, and I came back to myself.
Immediately I directed these Taoist priests to carry Mao Yuanyang.
Only then did I notice that the bronze sword in Mao Yuanyang's hand was gone. Zhang Er should have taken it away just now.
Zhang Er had treated the bronze sword. It was probably only the blade that was poisonous, and it was wrapped in a cloth. It had to be pierced into the person's body, or hold the sword directly like the old man did before it would be poisoned.
The hilt of the sword was very safe, and Zhang Er could hold it directly. Mao Yuanyang just held the hilt, and he was not poisoned.
It's just that there are too many injuries on his body and his life has been stolen and haunted, which makes him so miserable.
When they were carrying Mao Yuanyang out, Zhang Er suddenly raised his head and said: "Take off his clothes later and use glutinous rice to pull out the evil spirits. He will wake up. You have studied Tao for so many years, you should know that, right?"
The Taoist priests all looked at Zhang Er and nodded with pale faces.
Not only Mao Yuanyang was carried out, but also several other Taoist priests who were trapped in paper traps. Under my command, they cut the wires and carried them out.
These people are not dead. There must be something inside the paper-pierced people, causing them to be unconscious now.
After we went downstairs, almost all the remaining Taoist priests entered the courtyard.
No one had a good face, they were all pale and frightened.
Mao Yuanyang was so miserable, and Liu Yushu was so seriously injured. For them, it was not just the temple master who was injured. The Taoist priests of the Liu family who were regarded as gods by them were now in such a miserable state, which was naturally unacceptable.
I squatted next to Liu Yushu and carefully checked his breathing. Although it was weak and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, it was still stable.
Not long after, the sound of an ambulance was heard outside. A few Taoist priests carried the people away, and I motioned to the others to either follow them, or to stay in the courtyard and not to wander anywhere. I don’t know what else is weird about this place.
These Taoist priests didn't contradict me. Some of them were slightly more senior and nodded in agreement. But there was not a single Taoist priest left, they all left...
In the end, there were only two people left, Feng Bao and Feng Jun... When I came here, I was also in the car driven by them.
Both of them looked a little pale and asked me when I was leaving.
I shook my head and asked the two of them to wait for me. Naturally, they had no other opinions.
At least in this regard, they are more courageous than those Taoist priests, and they will not just run away.
Turning around, I continued up the stairs and returned to the attic.
There was only a thin undershirt left on the old man's body, and his head already looked weird and terrifying.
The toxin of the Corpse Head Mushroom was fully active, and his skinny face was now full, but it was too full.
The chin is covered with air roots, just like when I saw the bun girl.
The bun girl obviously has a face shaped like a shoehorn, but it was made into a square face by the corpse head mushroom.
Now the old man's face has become a round face, and there is only a little gap left in the half-closed eyes.
There are a lot of things on the ground next to it, including a tattered old book, the skull longevity bowl that just contained Mao Yuanyang's longevity soil, a few black talismans, and a copper-colored sign with the four yin and yang of Yuan's family engraved on it. Character.
"Is he really Yuan Huashao?" I tried my best to dispel the numbing feeling of the corpse-head mushroom toxin. I no longer looked at the old man's face, but pointed at the bronze medal and asked.
At this time, Zhang Er's brows furrowed together. He slowly shook his head and said, "Probably not."
I was shocked and murmured: "How could it not be? Isn't this Yuan's Yin Yang House? Isn't that brand engraved with words? There is also a merchant's note, which also says that the copper longevity bowl was made for Yuan Huashao... …That was his eighty-year-old birthday bowl…”
"He doesn't know Yin Yang magic." Zhang Er's words immediately made me speechless.
Indeed, when I think about it now, this old man is indeed very powerful and fierce, and even Liu Yushu had to be subdued.
However, he never used a compass from beginning to end, and he didn't have a compass on him.
Even after we entered Yuan's Yin Yang House, we didn't encounter any Feng Shui layout.
He was very good at tying people with wire and paper, killing people invisible.
It’s just that for a Mr. Yin and Yang, these methods are considered low-end...
"Sixteen, if you were him, hiding in your old house, what would you do?" Zhang Er asked again.
After being silent for a few seconds, I replied: "Deploy a few formations based on Bagua. The truth and reality are unknown. People will not come in easily. Even if you are conceited, you will not be able to fight people directly."
Zhang Er nodded and said: "Yes, when Yuan Hua Shao became famous, Qiu Tianyuan, that is, Yang Xiayuan, may not have been born yet."
"How can his Yin-Yang Mansion be so simple? We are in the Yang Mansion now. If he is really Yuan Huashao, the life-stealing man will not be in the Yang Mansion. As long as we enter the Yin Mansion, how can we possibly find it? We have found it. The probability of survival is not high either.”
My heart became even tighter, and then I realized that Yuan's Yin-Yang House refers to the two words Yin and Yang...
It wasn't Zhang Er who reminded me like this. I really didn't expect this to be a Yin and Yang house. Maybe Zhang Er discovered something?
After hesitating for a moment, I said: "Then he is not Yuan Hua Shao, who is he? With such a weird method, don't you mean that Yuan Hua Shao has never accepted any disciples in his life, nor has he passed down the Onmyoji Technique? He is still in the eighth grade. When I was ten years old, my whole family disappeared..."
Zhang Er narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "He could have told us, but he was too difficult to deal with. Now he can't speak. If it weren't for the Corpse Head Mushroom, he would have become a living corpse or a broken corpse, or even a more vicious corpse." "
Zhang Er looked at the old man steadily.
Zhang Er's words made me even more frightened. It would be better not to let the old man speak. If he is poisoned by the corpse-head mushroom, at least he is dead. If people like him become ghouls, then we can only wash our necks and wait for death.
I couldn't restrain myself and glanced down subconsciously.
Instantly, my scalp felt numb.
