I almost didn’t hesitate: “Just choose the third one!”
I want to bring together several people with different ideas and let them cooperate sincerely. It cannot just be common interests, but there must also be pressure from the outside.
Only when the pressure reaches a certain level can the loose sand be pressed into bricks.
"Well!" Ye Sanqi took out some pieces of yellow paper and a cinnabar pen and said, "Now, I'll teach you how to draw the talisman. Whether you can summon those ghosts depends on your ability."
Ye Sanqi handed the cinnabar pen into my hand: "Relax, concentrate, and see how I draw..."
Ye Sanqi pressed his fingers on the table and slid them gently. His fingertips penetrated the table for more than a minute, and when pieces of sawdust curled up around his fingers, the runes quickly took shape.
After I had just written two strokes after him, I realized that Ye Sanqi was not drawing this talisman for me to see, but for others to see.
When I looked up at Ye Sanqi, he glanced at the rune paper in my hand. I immediately lowered my head and started drawing runes with him.
When we both put away our pens at the same time, there was a sudden loud wind outside the courtyard gate, and the strange suona sound sounded again.
Through a gate, one could not see the scene outside, but one could feel the suffocating murderous aura, pressing through the courtyard wall towards the courtyard like a mountain.
While I was still palpitating to the sound of the suona, the scene of the Mu family door being smashed by ghosts appeared before my eyes again.
From my perspective, outside the door were everywhere trembling figures on bamboo poles and paper figures holding suonas.
Those corpses that were displayed in the air back then had turned into ghosts this morning, but they still could not escape the rope around their necks, like a talking flag being held up in the air.
As soon as the suona sounds of the two paper figures stopped, the ghosts picked up in the air all opened their eyes and roared at the same time: "Hand over the body of the lady, kneel down and confess your guilt."
The roar of the ghosts shook the villa, and the people who were scattered in the yard all of a sudden ran back and stood in different positions and took out magic weapons.
The felt hat said sternly: "What's going on? Why did the ghost suddenly come to the door?"
The demon sitting in the yard pointed at Ye Sanqi: "Ask him, he did it all."
Ye Sanqi said unhurriedly: "It's the ghost I summoned. Don't you want to verify whether the poetry we saw is from that time? Looking for them here, wouldn't it just solve the doubts in your mind?" "
"Fart!" Old Tree Bark said angrily: "You are looking for death!"
Ye Sanqi looked at the old tree bark with a smile and said to me: "Little Ye Zi, the fight will start soon, you don't have to worry about anything, just concentrate on finding Shiqing's body."
"I'll drag everyone here for you, and the rest is up to you."
I suddenly looked at Ye Sanqi: His move was too risky!
Before the remaining seven people had time to argue with Ye Sanqi, the ghost outside the door shouted again: "Anyone who dares to enter Mu's house and collect corpses for the enemy will be killed."
"No..." The beggar was the first to panic: "You guys wait a minute. We were arranged by Miss Shiqing to help her find the body."
"Stop!" A man walked out of the team. Judging from his appearance, he should be the butler who came here to send her bride. However, after so many years, he has become a white-faced and red-cheeked paper man.
The housekeeper said in a cold voice: "You said you were entrusted by the young lady. Where is my young lady?"
The beggar turned around and knelt on the ground: "Miss Shiqing, please come out and explain to them clearly. We still have to help you find the body?"
"Miss Shiqing, Miss Shiqing, come out...come out!"
The beggar shouted several times, but no movement was seen in the yard, and the cold sweat on his head flowed down his face.
The butler's voice was as cold as ice for a moment: "Where is my lady? You should tell me!"
The beggar was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly: "Master, please wait for a while...give me some more time, and I will definitely be able to call the person out."
The felt hat said sternly: "You're still shouting! That bitch has made it clear that she doesn't want to come out, so be prepared to fight for her life!"
The felt hat shouted loudly, but did not make a move. At this moment, Ye Sanqi raised his hand and patted the table next to him, causing the runes he carved on the table to burst into flames. At the same time, identical runes also appeared outside the courtyard gate, except that the runes were enlarged dozens of times.
Two runes, one large and one small, formed a straight line. The same fire was overflowing, and the same extreme violence exploded at the same time, blasting the ghost and the bamboo pole into the air.
The bouncing bamboo poles broke into two pieces one by one in the air. Although the ghosts hanging on the bamboo poles were flying all over the sky, they broke free from the rope around their necks.
In just a few seconds, dozens of ghosts swarmed into the courtyard. At first glance, there were pale figures everywhere, and there were more than ten people lying on one wall alone.
The butler became furious and said: "Go in and kill everyone!"
The sound of the suona outside the door soared into the sky, and the paper man in Yanghuagou jumped several meters, crossed the wall, and fell straight into the yard.
One after another, upright figures, with the sound of paper flying, flew towards the courtyard. The seven people in the courtyard took out their weapons and launched a counterattack.
Thunder flashed in the Mu family compound for a moment, and flames burst out. The dark wind stirred up by the ghost was like a ghost's roar, shuttling between thunder and fire.
Felt Hat roared angrily: "Send out a few people and kill the master and apprentice. They are the source of trouble. If we don't kill them, we can't stop."
The felt hat shouted back, but the man was haunted by the ghost and had no time to pay attention to him.
Ye Sanqi said: "Go out and walk close to the wall. The ghosts will not be able to kill you for a while."
I took a look at the battlefield and roughly understood what Ye Sanqi meant: The ghosts outside were menacing, and the seven warlocks did not dare to let them come over to deal with Ye Sanqi.
If those seven people let go of their defense and Ye Sanqi took the opportunity to escape, they would be in a situation where they would be attacked from both sides. Therefore, they obviously hated Ye Sanqi so much that they could only desperately resist the ghosts that kept coming into the yard.
I saw that Ye Sanqi would not be in any danger in a short time, so I felt a little relieved. I handed the Tiangtian Umbrella to Ye Sanqi and said, "Master, be careful." Then he slipped out of the lobby, leaned against the wall and turned to the back of the room. He stopped with his back against the wall, and his mind quickly recalled everything he had just seen.
Ye Sanqi dragged everyone outside just to create a chance for me to find poetry.
He knows that I have learned the secret skills of the Kongmen, and the masters of the Kongmen are engaged in the theft business. If I don't have the ability to see the carefully concealed secret rooms and secret compartments in the victim's home at a glance, it doesn't mean that I have thrown away a lot of money. Just stealing a small amount of money?
Without anyone messing with me, I can find the place where the body is hidden before everyone else. It's just that I haven't decided where to start yet?
