I was dragged down by blind man Chen, and some bushes were pulled against my face.
The slight tingling sensation made me feel extra awake, and the numbness and itch that followed made me want to reach out and scratch it.
The waning moon had no light, the stars were dim, and in the hazy and cold night, the Taoist priests suddenly leaned forward again.
I tried my best to suppress my movements and stared at them carefully.
The Taoist priests almost simultaneously thrust their palms into the soil at the foot of the mountain, the edge of the tomb. What were they trying to dig out?
I have a strong intuition in my heart. Although I don’t know exactly what they are going to do, I certainly can’t let them do it!
Because Chen Xiazi's forehead was also sweating, his gray-white eyes narrowed into slits.
His eyesight problem must have meant that he couldn't clearly see what the Taoist priests were doing.
I noticed that his face was facing the wolf mastiff from time to time. He must be waiting for the wolf mastiff's reaction?
"Uncle Chen, take action and stop them!" I didn't care so much at the moment, I shouted in a low voice, and at the same time, I stood up suddenly.
At the same time as the sound rang out, the wolf mastiff, which was already crawling and preparing to attack, swooped out like a sharp arrow leaving its string!
The blue-black shadow flashed away. The wolf mastiff was so fast that it rushed directly to the back of one of the Taoist priests and bit him hard on the shoulder. The Taoist priest had no resistance, just like a paper man. Yes, he was pressed directly onto the grave soil. When the wolf mastiff shook its head, a piece of flesh and blood was torn off.
Blind Chen was also very fast. He bent his waist and took the Ghost Sword and the Mourning Stick at the same time.
At this moment, the other Taoist priests also reacted.
They stood up suddenly and looked back.
I felt even more numb when I saw it.
Because their skin no longer resembles normal people's skin color. Instead, it looks like it is congested, showing a light red color, and there are traces of blood lines on the light red color.
Their chests were rising and falling, their breathing was still long, and in the hazy night, their faces looked even more eerie.
This person has clearly become a living zombie. Although he did not die, he can no longer be called a human being...
The one bitten by the wolf mastiff never had a chance to get up.
The next moment, it was about to pounce on others, but Chen Xiazi was already close.
These Taoist priests could not sit still and wait for death. Three of them either waved their palms or turned their hands into claws to rush towards the wolf mastiff.
The remaining three rushed towards Blind Chen.
"A blow to the head!" Blind Chen was the first to swing out the mourning stick!
There was a muffled sound, and a Taoist priest was hit in the head with a stick, as if he was ejected, and he was sent flying hard.
Immediately after he slashed out with his sword, there were two Taoist priests. They tried to dodge, but their bodies seemed to be stiff and motionless.
With a sneer, Chen Xiazi cut them in half with this sword...
The blood line crossed the body and head...
As for the wolf mastiff, it had bitten the two Taoist priests all over their bodies. One had a broken neck and the other had his legs broken. He could no longer get up and could only struggle on the ground.
Even so, they didn't scream, they just made a very depressing whooshing sound, as if they were breathing or laughing.
The wolf mastiff tried to bite off the last Taoist priest's neck. I immediately shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Hei, save one."
Only then did it give up and violently shook the blue-black hair on its body.
I quickly walked to the Taoist priest, quickly took out a ground pen and an inkstone, and quickly sketched a talisman on top of his head. This was a evil-suppressing talisman...
They didn't die, and they were still in the category of living corpses about to die. This is also a tentative approach. If the evil-suppressing talisman can suppress the evil spirit and resentment in him, maybe he can say a few words in a short period of time.
Of course, this also depends on whether their Taoist priest beliefs are firm or not... Otherwise, without the evil spirit and resentment, I am afraid they will die immediately...
The moment the evil-suppressing talisman was outlined, the skin on his face quickly began to fade, from a blood-like light red to a dead bluish white, and the marks on his face began to disappear.
The effect was astonishing to me.
As expected, Mr. Yin Yang’s pen and inkstone are the most important items that should not be underestimated.
If the Dizhi Pen and Tiangan Inkstone were in a set, then this evil-suppressing talisman might be even stronger.
If I had discovered it earlier and had not lent the Tiangan Inkstone to Zhang Er, the troubles we encountered might not have been so difficult.
Of course, this thought just arose and disappeared in an instant.
At that time, I didn’t know much about Onmyoji, let alone Onmyoji.
I'm afraid that the Dizhi pen and Tiangan inkstone will not be effective at that time.
Everything has its own destiny, and Mr. Yin Yang's belief should account for a large part of the reason.
What's more, if I had always relied on the Earthly Brush and the Heavenly Stem Inkstone, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to understand Onmyoji in depth.
Without the crisis of the thorn in the cantilever, how can we have the motivation to climb desperately?
As he was thinking, all the blood evil features on the Taoist priest's face disappeared.
A scream that pierced the night sky came from his mouth.
His eyes widened, and his whole body suddenly stood up from the ground.
The next moment, his chest made an unpleasant sound again, and his whole body fell heavily again, making no sound...
In the end, he didn't even say a word...
I frowned.
Blind Chen suddenly asked: "What did you do? Is he awake?"
Although Blind Chen couldn't see clearly, it was impossible for people with blood demons and ghosts to scream. Only normal and awake people could feel pain. This was the simplest and most basic common sense.
I just painted the evil charm and expressed my thoughts.
Blind Chen was silent for a long time and then said: "If they were allowed to be subdued normally, it might be possible. The wolf mastiff almost bit his neck. In addition, the resentment that was holding on to his last breath suddenly disappeared, even if Even if you have perseverance, you won’t be able to hold on any longer.”
My eyelids twitched slightly and the corners of my mouth twitched. I shook my head and said: "The Taoist priests of the Blood Demon are difficult to deal with. If Xiao Hei is not much more powerful now than before, he should be similar to the strength of the Blood Demon Qing, or even stronger. , plus Uncle Chen, you have the guillotine sword and the mourning stick engraved with the curse to restrain the gods, forged from bronze by merchants, how can we subdue them so easily?"
"If you want to save everyone, you can't let Xiao Hei go. Uncle Chen, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with the blood evil with your bare hands."
Blind Chen took out a leaf cigarette, took a puff and stopped talking.
All this passed very quickly, only a minute or two, and the pace behind them was quick.
When the footsteps stopped, Liu Huadao had already appeared beside us.
His pupils were constricted and his face was livid. He stared at the corpses on the ground. When he looked at Blind Chen and me, his expression obviously changed.
"Taoist Master Liuhua, are these the people you sent to guard the Man-haired Ghost?" I asked.
Liu Huadao nodded gloomily.
"If you think about the worst, I'm afraid all of them will become blood evil spirits..." I said again.
Then I walked to where they were squatting just now, imitated their movements, squatted down and looked at the foot of the tomb.
A faint cold wind blew out from below.
The coldness penetrated my whole body in an instant...
