The old man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the bulging eyeballs almost fell out.
He was so deeply poisoned that he even moved his neck and squirmed out a few words.
"Luo Shiliu, Mr. Yin-Yang who is cheating is too nosy, and he will be burned. You old fox, you are not even qualified to cheat, and your heart will be ripped out by hundreds of corpses."
"Slaughter the village to break the formation and open the way, Yin Yang comes out of the mountain to get the pill. You..."
The old man's words stopped abruptly. A tiny corpse-head mushroom seemed to have emerged from his rounded eyes, and he completely lost his breath...
"Dead." Zhang Er's tone remained calm and his expression did not move much.
But the two words the old man said gave me a chill in my heart.
Why do I think his tone of voice is so similar to what Ma Baoyi and Ma Baozhong, the death-seeking dog at the time, said?
This is almost like a curse.
And the last two paragraphs he said, slaughtering the village to break the formation and clear the way, Yin and Yang coming out of the mountain to get the pill...
Regarding the massacre of villages, I can immediately think of the massacre of Xiaoliu Village.
He killed so many people, dealt with me, and stole my life, but it was just a superficial reason?
Is he actually breaking the formation to open a way?
It is obvious that Mr. Yin and Yang will come out of the mountain to take the pill...
Does this pill refer to Li Yinyang's Evil Corpse Pill?
He must not know that I went to get the Evil Corpse Pill. I am Mr. Yin Yang, but I am definitely not the Yin Yang that he said.
For a moment, the thoughts in my mind were like a mess. It seemed that there were many threads, but I didn’t know which one to pull them from.
At least I know something clearly. This old man is related to Xiaoliu Village...
"Have Mao Yuanyang and Liu Yushu been sent away?" Zhang Er spoke again, interrupting me from my trance.
I nodded and said, "I've gone to the hospital. Liu Yushu should be fine, but Mao Yuanyang may have a hard time surviving."
"Liu Yu's curse is not that good. He will lose his soul. Now go to the hospital and see him. Break the skull bowl in front of him and he will wake up." Zhang Er pointed to the longevity bowl.
"In addition, give the remaining longevity soil here to the Taoist priests, let them make incense, and burn it for Mao Yuanyang. Mao Yuanyang may be able to hold on, but most of his life has been stolen and he cannot make up for it."
"Don't worry about me. I have to deal with some things here. Let's take a look at the Yin and Yang House. You can go rescue people first."
My body stiffened.
In fact, I don't want to think about it, but I have to think about it, is Zhang Er trying to distract me?
Otherwise, he could have made it clear at once, but he had to wait until Mao Yuanyang and Liu Yushu were sent away.
I glanced down at the tattered book and the bronze medal. After a moment of hesitation, I asked directly: "Uncle Zhang, is there anything in that book about stealing longevity?"
Zhang Er shook his head: "No, paper-tying techniques and partial techniques are just like catching the dead, carrying coffins, and driving away corpses. They belong to the lower class."
"Liu Yushu can't last that long. His soul is in this bowl, and Mao Yuanyang's soul is also in this bowl. If you don't go, they won't be able to wake up." Zhang Er continued.
I took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the birthday bowl, then turned and walked down to the attic.
But when I went down, my palms were a little sweaty, and my back felt a little cold for no reason.
During this period, I passed by the talisman that Zhang Er drew on the steps. There were so many people passing by that the talisman was completely blurred.
Back in the main room, Feng Bao and Feng Jun hurried towards me.
I raised my hand to signal and walked out of the courtyard, and the two of them followed me out.
There was only one car left on the roadside. When getting into the car, Feng Bao still said uneasily: "Where is Mr. Zhang? Nothing happened, right? He went in with you... The people who carried him out didn't see him either... Could it be... "There was deep uneasiness in Feng Bao's eyes.
I shook my head and calmly replied that he was fine.
But it suddenly occurred to me that even if the danger today rises a few steps higher and we all die, Zhang Er will probably not die either.
He was able to adapt to the situation so quickly and use the burial clothes to find the old man's location. The depth of his calculations is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Maybe Chen Xiazi can compete with him?
What I'm more worried about now is, is the book he left behind really just a paper-tying technique?
And he wants to visit the Hell House. He just said a moment ago that if we enter the Hell House, the probability of survival is not very high.
If the old man enters the haunted house, there is almost nothing we can do.
The old man is not Yuan Huashao, but he knows how to steal life. He has Yuan Huashao's name. When he stayed in Yuan's Yin and Yang Mansion, he didn't even enter the Yin Yang Mansion. It is conceivable that he either couldn't get in or it was really too dangerous.
Also, will Yuan Huashao be in the Yin Mansion?
While I was lost in thought, the car had already driven a long way away. I glanced sideways outside the window and saw that Yuan's Yin Yang House had completely disappeared from sight.
Taking a deep breath, I also made up my mind that I would come back as soon as I was sure Liu Yushu was okay.
The last words the old man said should be referring to Yuan Huashao. I have a vague guess, but I don’t have any more clues and dare not think too much about it.
The night was too dark and the moon was thinner, leaving only a curved hook.
I don’t know what hospital Mao Yuanyang and Liu Yushu were taken to. Feng Bao has been communicating on the phone.
When we arrived at the hospital, we didn't see Liu Yushu and Mao Yuanyang.
Mao Yuanyang was being treated in the operating room. He had too many injuries. According to the Taoist priest who met us outside, Mao Yuanyang even had a broken rib.
Although Liu Yucu was better, if the sole of his foot was penetrated, he would still need stitches.
I gave the longevity soil to the Taoist priests of Changqing Taoist Temple. After explaining the use, their eyes showed gratitude to me.
After waiting for almost an hour, Liu Yushu was finally pushed out.
He got a little better, but his eyes were closed and he never woke up. The nurse asked us to move out of the way a little.
But I feel faintly palpitating, I can't wait any longer...
Although Mao Yuanyang hasn't come out yet, they are all on the first floor, so it shouldn't be a big deal? At least I have to ensure that Liu Yushu cannot die and he must live.
The moment of my thoughts was also the same time Liu Yushu's stretcher cart passed by me.
I directly took out the mourning stick from my waist, holding the stick in one hand and the skull longevity bowl in the other, and struck it hard.
Bang! The skull was shattered from the top, leaving a crater.
Liu Yushu, who was on the stretcher trolley, suddenly gasped for air, his eyes suddenly opened, and he looked above with murderous intent.
But the next moment, he looked around in confusion.
Although he was still weak, the fierceness in his eyes had not diminished.
The nurse was startled by me, turned to glare at me, and blurted out a completely insane curse, "How can you smash things outside the operating room?"
Liu Yushu and I looked at each other and said, "He is dead, we win..."
Before I finished speaking, I shut my mouth again. How could this be considered a win?
Liu Yushu didn't say anything, and turned over to get off the stretcher.
He groaned and stepped on the ground with his bandaged feet, and the insteps were immediately soaked with blood.
"You recuperate first. Now you can't walk. I will let you see what you want tomorrow."
I immediately walked to the stretcher, supported Liu Yushu, and pushed him onto the stretcher.
