The Ninth Prince stood up and said, "Brother Miao, you think too highly of the Yansheng Gate."
"Our Qi Sect can stabilize the world in troubled times and protect the dynasty in prosperous times. What can the Yansheng Sect do? It is nothing more than killing ghosts and killing people."
"Brother Miao, it's you who underestimates Qimen."
Miao Feng said worriedly: "That being said, the Secret Technique of Wean Sheng has always been overbearing, so we'd better be careful."
The Ninth Prince said as he walked: "Brother Ye has the pride to fight back against victory within seven days. How can I not risk my life to accompany him? Let's go! Let's see what tricks Master Wuxia can play?"
The Ninth Prince walked into the Miao family courtyard as if taking a walk, stood under a peach tree, and looked up at the crown of the tree.
"An urn coffin?" Only then did Miao Feng see an urn coffin stained with loess on the branches of the peach tree.
At first glance, the urn coffin looked like something just dug out of the soil, but it didn't smell like the earthy smell of dead people buried there. Instead, it smelled like a peach blossom aroma.
What's even more strange is that the urn coffin actually blends into the color of the peach tree. The colors on the trunk and leaves are scattered and distinct. If the Ninth Prince hadn't suddenly stood under the tree, no one would have noticed that there was an urn coffin placed on the tree.
The Ninth Prince walked under the tree, stretched out his right hand, palm upward, pointed it at the urn coffin, and said proudly: "Come on!"
The urn coffin on the tree only trembled for a moment before returning to its original position. The Ninth Prince sneered and said: "Young Master Wuxia, I am giving you a chance, why don't you take action?"
Seeing that the urn coffin on the tree had not moved, the Ninth Prince sneered again: "I am standing in front of you and asking you to cast a curse. You don't even dare to challenge the master?"
"I'll give you three more breaths, don't wait until the time comes!"
The "one breath" mentioned by the ancients is the time it takes for ordinary people to take one breath. In modern timekeeping, it should be three seconds.
After the Ninth Prince raised his hand flat for ten seconds, a string of blood beads finally dripped from the coffin. The Ninth Prince took the blood drop in his hand without any scruples, looked at the tree branch coldly, said "trash" and turned away. The Miao family who followed him were also in the tree crown, and they clearly saw a blood-red leaf. face.
Although the facial features of that human face were exactly the same as those of the Ninth Prince, the viciousness in his eyes could make people shudder.
Miao Feng's eyes turned back and forth on the Ninth Prince and Ye Sanqi several times before he stammered: "We... what should we do next?"
"Go back to sleep! Wait for the curse to take effect!" Ye Sanqi went back to the guest room, closed the door and lay down on the bed.
Miao Feng opened the door and took a look inside, then turned to the Ninth Prince and said, "He is going to bed now, what about you?"
"Same!" The Ninth Prince entered the guest room next door and fell asleep.
Miao Feng said helplessly: "Come, please watch these two guest rooms. No one is allowed to disturb the two masters' rest."
Ye Sanqi not only confused Miao Feng, but also the Miao family. The people guarding the house behaved well at first, but as time went by they became resentful. Someone whispered: "Uncle Five, do you think those two people in the house are reliable?"
Old Fifth Uncle said with a cold face: "What's so unreliable? Those are all masters who have been famous for a long time. Who dares to say that they are unreliable?"
A man who was about the same age as Old Fifth Uncle said: "Bullshit Grandmaster! Can a Grandmaster just follow other people's rules? Old Five, you risked your life to block the coffin, but when Ye Sanqi came up, he Destroying our formation, is this something a grandmaster can do?"
Another servant also said: "Old Fifth Uncle, it's not me. I have never seen such a pretentious and trusting person in my whole life. Let's not talk about Ye Sanqi who was hit by the Shengshengju. That prince, who ran to hit the spell by himself, isn't this looking for death? Pretending to be cool, and even pretending to be life-threatening?"
Someone else said: "You haven't seen anyone more pretentious! Didn't you hear what Ye Sanqi said in the room? He told the young master... Listen to what they said. Even if they all It’s a grandmaster. Are the Yansheng Sect vegetarians? Not to mention the grandmaster, how many guardians have died in their hands?”
"Xiao Qi is right! There is no way to pretend to be cool like the two of them. You can't drag others down even if you risk your own life!"
"Shut up!" Old Fifth Uncle said with a fierce face: "Those two are top masters. They have the qualifications to be proud of the world, and they also have their own reasons for doing things. No one is allowed to guess, and watch the door carefully."
When a group of people saw that Old Fifth Uncle was angry, they didn't dare to say anything more? However, their words had also planted seeds of doubt in Old Fifth Uncle's heart.
After a long time, a servant of the Miao family rushed over with a food box: "Old Fifth Uncle, are the two masters still awake? The eldest young master asked me to bring the food over."
Old Fifth Uncle looked at the door: "The two masters haven't woken up yet, wait a minute!"
The other party nodded and turned away, but someone muttered in a low voice: "The two gentlemen inside are asleep and are not hungry. We have to eat! What time is this..."
"Shut up!" Old Fifth Uncle said with a gloomy face: "Will you starve to death if you miss one meal? If you lose etiquette and lose the face of the Miao family, see how I deal with you."
Old Fifth Uncle didn't know that resentment can only be relieved, not suppressed. The more you suppress it, the heavier the resentment becomes. When it really breaks out, it will become out of control.
The food delivery person came over every once in a while, and the smell of the food was like a little hand, hooking the eyes of the Miao family children who were already hungry to look into the food box.
Someone couldn't help it anymore and whispered: "Old Fifth Uncle, how about we call out to those two gentlemen? It's already this time, so it's not disrespectful for us to call out."
"Fart!" Old Fifth Uncle scolded: "Do you know what the two grandmasters are doing in the house? Maybe they are fighting with the demon Weisheng. Let's shout like that rashly. If something happens, who will be responsible? "
Now, the man was too scared to speak.
The older Miao family member said: "Fifth Brother, waiting is not the way to go. How about we separate a few people to eat first, and wait for them to come back after they finish eating?"
Lao Wu thought for a while and said: "Don't go back, let someone bring the food over! Just eat here."
When the servant who delivered the food saw Old Fifth Uncle nodding, he put the food box on the ground: "This dish can't be heated any longer. You guys eat it first. When the two men wake up, can we make it again?"
Uncle Lao Wu casually handed the food box to the people around him and said, "Okay! Go and get some more food!"
The servant suddenly smiled and said, "I've been waiting for your words!"
Uncle Lao Wu was immediately startled and stared at the other person's eyes closely: "You...why do you sound like...like Ye Sanqi's movements?"
"Who do you think it looks like?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: "Why should you care so much about someone who is going to die!"
According to common sense, Uncle Wu should keep an eye on the person in front of him when faced with an emergency, but he turned his head in the direction of the food box inexplicably.
At this time, someone had already opened the food box, took out two bowls of white rice with raw meat, and wolfed the rice into his mouth. The others, not knowing what happened, all stared at the two people eating and swallowed.
Old Fifth Uncle's head suddenly buzzed, and he also swayed a few times.
Only then did he realize that the Yansheng Sect had already taken action against him.
The servant who delivered the meal said with a cold smile: "Let's all eat! It's time to work when you're full!"
While the man was speaking, there was a sound of a white porcelain bowl being scraped on the ground in the distance. When Old Fifth Uncle turned around again, more than a dozen porcelain bowls filled with raw meat and white rice were sliding towards his feet against the ground as if they were being pushed by ghosts.
After the white porcelain bowl stopped a foot away from the feet of the Miao family, the chopsticks placed on the edge of the bowl tapped the edge of the bowl three times in a row as if being manipulated.
Old Fifth Uncle seemed to be controlled by someone, his eyes were clearly resisting, but he squatted on the ground and picked up the bowl of rice and ate it into his mouth.
The rice was stuffed into his mouth, and Old Fifth Uncle's tears also flowed down.
He knew very well that what he was eating was a bowl of "decapitated rice." If he ate this bowl of rice, he would be on the road to hell.
Since ancient times, prisoners on death row have to eat a meal before being executed. No matter how greedy the officials in the prison are, they will not interfere with this decapitation meal. Prison bully, no matter how domineering the prison boss is, he will not dare to steal this last job. This is a rule passed down by the ancestors, which is also a taboo in the prison.
The most obvious sign of decapitated rice is the piece of raw meat in the bowl.
The piece of raw meat must be fat or lean, and the skin must be attached.
Many people thought that the piece of raw meat was something that the prison bought to supplement the food supply, or that it only had a symbolic meaning, meaning: let the condemned prisoners be taken to the road of hell and fed to the vicious dogs in the hell, so that the dogs would not bite them. His own soul. Some death row inmates will even eat the piece of meat. In their opinion, raw meat cannot be brought into Huangquan Road.
In fact, these statements are all because the later jailers did not know the secret of the raw meat and got the legend wrong.
A jailer with real heritage would stare at the piece of raw meat. If the prisoner on death row eats the meat, it will be his own misfortune. If the prisoner on death row leaves the meat behind, the jailer must take the raw meat back when he collects the bowl, and then quietly stuff the meat on the prisoner on death row before he is escorted out of the prison.
Because the ancient death penalty rarely left a complete corpse for the prisoner. Even the most commonly used method of decapitation, the executioner's knife might fly out a piece of meat from the neck of the death row prisoner. When collecting corpses, who would pay attention to the piece of meat that fell out? If a piece of meat is missing, the ghost of the death row prisoner will be missing a little bit. Even if he is reincarnated, he will still have a fragmented part of his body.
The piece of raw meat that the jailer brought to the condemned prisoner was to make up for the little meat they had thrown away. The raw meat in the decapitation rice must be alternately fat and thin, and must have pieces of skin attached, just so that it can fit against the person's neck.
The piece of raw meat in Old Fifth Uncle's bowl was not only slightly sallow as if it had been dried, but also had holes sewn with thick needles and linen thread.
This was clearly the raw meat used by the corpse stitchers when sewing the corpses, and was removed from the corpses and put into their bowls.
The white rice surrounded by the raw meat was quickly put into the mouth by Uncle Wu. His chopsticks were getting closer and closer to the piece of raw meat. While Uncle Wu was still resisting desperately, he heard a strange stabbing sound coming from beside him. , the sound was like someone tearing off his own clothes.
The old fifth uncle couldn't move, but he could turn his eyes to the side. When he saw the scene around him, his heart went cold - the man next to him had torn off his clothes and grabbed the piece of raw meat and pressed it against him. On the heart. The piece of raw meat actually stuck to his body under the squeeze of his palm. The man then stood up and walked towards the guest room.
Within a moment, the Miao family members who were guarding outside the guest room put down their rice bowls one by one and gathered around in the direction of the guest room.
Old Fifth Uncle listened to the sound of the rice bowl falling to the ground, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down. However, the servant who delivered the food knelt down in front of Old Fifth Uncle and urged softly: "Eat! Eat quickly! I'm leaving you alone now." .”
"You Miao family are unparalleled in fortune-telling. When it comes to warlock fighting, you are far behind."
"I have heard every word you said from this morning to now. Do you know what I was thinking? I almost laughed out loud!"
"You are a member of the Qi Clan yourself, don't you know how weird the people of the Qi Clan are?"
The real Qimen people do seem out of place with ordinary people, and even behave strangely. But some of those weird behaviors were done deliberately by the Qi Sect disciples, and some were just because they didn't want to have more contact with ordinary people.
Qimen disciples look at problems from a different perspective than ordinary people. They can often see the direction of a person's destiny in advance, or even the outcome. Therefore, they are extremely sober and extremely calm. In the eyes of ordinary people, a person who has lost his emotional changes is either obviously aloof, out of touch with the world, or crazy.
More importantly, neither Qi Sect's rules nor Qi Sect's secret techniques allow Qi Sect disciples to explain to others why they do what they do? If you really want to explain it, let alone whether it will reveal the secret. If you explain Qi Men Dun Jia to a person who does not understand the secret arts, not only will he not understand, but he will also think that you are trying to trick you.
A true magician, no matter which discipline he comes from, will never explain anything to others. The worst thing is that he will not cooperate.
The old fifth uncle, who was still picking rice into his mouth, trembled slightly, but he could no longer hide the regret in his eyes. But the man still didn't intend to let Old Uncle Wu go: "Do you really think those two people inside are arrogant when they face our secret technique? They want to use our spell to fight back."
"I have to say, these two masters are no small feats!"
"We, Disciples of Weisheng, must hide in secret places to cast spells. We can even kill people thousands of miles away. It would be extremely difficult to find us. But the two of them chose the simplest and crudest method, directly using spells to fight back. In just one day, we lost seven masters! If they don't take action, these seven lives will fall on your Miao family."
"If you, the Miao family, can keep guarding these two doors, we won't be able to survive tonight. What a pity! You must doubt Ye Sanqi. You are a descendant of the Qi sect. You should not know that the Qi sect's disciples are most taboo. What?"
