When it got dark, the northwest wind blew and the temperature dropped sharply.
When I fell asleep, I felt the quilt was cold. Yang Xiaowen, who had gone to the guest room honestly, ran over and got into the quilt, saying that she was cold.
It's really cold on my body.
She needs to do some strenuous and sweaty exercises to warm up.
I wanted to reject her.
Of course you can't just take what you want.
However, despite all her tricks, I refused to fail.
Fortunately, she was more restrained in her request this time. After only exercising twice, she hugged me and fell asleep.
I got up in the morning to do morning classes, and she ran to make breakfast.
Golden millet porridge, oily mixed vegetables, mutton soup dumplings, osmanthus paste rice wine.
Not as rich as Bao Yuqin, but the taste is really good.
Today is Monday. After breakfast, Yang Xiaowen hurried to work.
As usual, I sat on the lounge chair under the window and rested.
Only this time, instead of listening to music, I turned on the TV to watch the news.
The TV was delivered yesterday afternoon. It is a Panasonic TV and the picture is good.
It’s just that the news content is really dull and boring.
After watching it for a while, I felt like I couldn't open my eyes.
Maybe I should change the channel and find a TV series to watch.
TVB's The Legend of the Condor Heroes is being aired recently, and it is said to be quite good.
When he was drowsily unable to make up his mind, a car stopped at the gate of the courtyard.
A man got out of the car and entered the hospital.
When I crossed the courtyard gate, I stepped hard on the threshold three times.
I suddenly woke up, glanced at the window sill, and confirmed that the incense had been replaced. I touched my pocket again and saw that the big money that I had never put to use was also there. I stood up and opened the door.
The man happened to walk to the door, stopped, and raised his head.
This is a man in his early twenties, with a ponytail, a mustache, and reddish glasses, and he looks a bit arrogant.
He looked at me with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhou has become a powerful figure in Jincheng in just one month. He is truly well-deserved."
I blocked the door and said, "Tong Shen is good at his craftsmanship and chooses the right people. Are you planning to clean up your household registration?"
The man waved his hand, took out a pack of cigarettes, poured two cigarettes, and handed them over.
I didn't take his cigarette, I took out my own cigarette, poured one, and threw it into my mouth.
The man didn't care, he still kept a smile on his face, clamped one to his ear, threw another into his mouth, took out a fire and lit it, and then said: "Brother is not a Jianghu person, and he doesn't talk about spring ethics."
I held the cigarette in my mouth without lighting it and said, "If you have learned the magic of immortality and are not a sea runner, then you want to go to heaven by following the golden path?"
"My brother was doing some small business at home, and he caught the eye of Master Long. He learned some tricks from him. He didn't open a school to invite the ancestor, so it doesn't count as a beginner. Usually he is good at eating, drinking and having fun, but if he doesn't have any skills, just give him to him. I’ll do some work for welcoming guests and sending them off.”
"It turns out you are a disciple of Immortal Master Long. I'm sorry. What's your surname?"
"Brother Yang Yaozu, I don't dare to call you a noble person. Today, on the order of Old Immortal Long, I came to invite Mr. Zhou to have a casual meal. I have no other intention. I just want to recognize the new star of our Jincheng magician circle, and I also want to ask for advice. Some questions. I wonder if Mr. Zhou has the time."
In fact, I recognized him as soon as I met him.
This man is Immortal Master Lao Long’s right-hand man.
The investigation report contains his details and several photos from various angles.
Unlike other charlatans who were mostly from poor backgrounds, Yang Yaozu came from a serious wealthy family.
His family is in the medical equipment business. His father, Yang Jianjun, was a clerk at a health clinic. Later, he responded to the call to take a leave of absence without pay to go into business. Fortunately, he got the advice of Lao Long Kan, and he stepped on several opportunities and quickly became rich. He became a loyal believer of Lao Long, spending a lot of money to worship him every year, and he even obeyed Lao Long's words.
"It's easy to say. Mr. Long is giving you a meal. No matter how busy you are, you have to go. Brother Yang, please come in and sit down. I'll clean up and leave."
"I'm not going in. I've stepped on Mr. Zhou's threshold. It's not easy to enter this room. I'll wait outside. You can take your time to clean up. Don't be in a hurry."
I didn't let him, so I turned around and entered the room, closed the door with my backhand, then immediately took the cigarette out of my mouth, poured myself a cup of tea, drank it all into my mouth, gargled it three times, and slowly spit it back out. In the cup, the tea turned green and had many thin black dots.
This is the Yunyao technique among the Thirty-Six Techniques of Cultivating Weapons and Hidden Gods.
Those black dots are demonic insects that he raised with his hard work. They burrow into the human body as they breathe, secretly absorbing the blood. The person will become tired easily for no apparent reason, and the body will decline. Minor illnesses that were originally hidden will be triggered, and even becomes a serious and fatal disease.
Different from the art of raising voodoos, once the demonic insects are cast out, they will no longer have any contact with the warlock and cannot be taken back. They can only be raised again.
But it is precisely because of this that the display has no roots, the source cannot be traced, and there is no fear of any means to trace it.
And unlike other outside arts, where various corresponding injuries and traces will appear on the body after being infected, Yunyao Art is invisible and colorless, without any signs. Most of the people who are infected do not know the real reason until they die. What is the real murderer? An invisible trick.
It's just that the conditions for using the Yun magic are harsh and complicated, and it can easily be backfired by demonic insects if you're not careful. Even a warlock who is proficient in this art is unwilling to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
But Yang Yaozu used it without any scruples.
He had already started the operation when he entered the hospital and stepped on the threshold. When he walked to the door of the consulting room, the operation was completed. As long as I opened the door and went out, I would be infected.
Stepping on the threshold was to alert the snake and deliberately lead me out.
The house is my home court, protected by the aroma of medicine. If the demonic insects are released, they will be suffocated to death. He smells the smell when he opens the door, so he dare not enter.
Academics are not ordinary hard work. The rich and powerful children cannot endure these hardships because of their delicate bodies and expensive bodies. Even if they learn a little on a whim, few can persist, let alone succeed.
But Yang Yaozu not only succeeded in learning, but he was also a serious master.
As far as the warlocks I have come into contact with during this period, apart from Ge Xiu and Wei Ba, who have never done anything directly and don’t know their roots, this person is the strongest!
If it weren't for the fact that under Sister Miao's training, my perception in all aspects was far higher than that of a normal person, I would have been tricked without knowing it today.
In fact, the moment I opened the door, I immediately felt that my breathing was a little difficult, and I immediately held my breath.
I didn't ask for his cigarette, and I didn't hold my own cigarette in my mouth. It was because when I was talking to him, I didn't take a breath and my voice was ventriloquism!
The killing move will never happen without a reason when you first meet.
The so-called invitation to dinner should be to provide cover for this killing move.
It's just that I have never dealt with this Mr. Long, so why would he use his evil tricks to kill me?
While I was living everything possible in my mind, my hands were not idle either. I quickly took out a piece of yellow paper, bit my finger, and drew a simple order frame with a corpse head, including seven characters for "rooster" on the left. It is written about the wings, scales and feet. On the right, it is written about diseases, pestilence and miasma. Finally, it is urgent, such as the law and order, and the gallbladder.
After writing the blood talisman, he put the spitted monster insect and the tea on the yellow paper, pinched the Three Mountains Jue, and held down the bottom of the cup.
No matter what the reason is, since you have come to cast a spell, you must accept a counterattack.
When warlocks fight, one of them will die.
I will take Yang Yaozu’s life.
