Chapter 458: Seal Seven (86)

After reading that, I stomped my right foot on the ground and extended the soul-summoning banner to the paper-made house.

In an instant, the paper-made house burned, and the fire was particularly strong, just like dry firewood encountered a fire, and it was just a little bit.

When I saw this, I circled around the paper-made house for seven times and recited: "A seal of the East Jia and Yi wood, and the descendants will eat Tianlu for generations." As I said that, I signaled Gao Lao to set off a firecracker.

Qing Xuanzi, not far away, saw me shouting a seal, and his Ye Ge's voice was several tens of degrees higher. Now it was strange to think of this. His Ye Ge's voice actually made a "swish, snap" sound when the paper-burning room was burning, tangled together, composeing a very strange tune, which made people feel particularly comfortable to listen to.

It was not until later that I realized that Qing Xuanzi sang a special night song, which was exactly the same as Yin Qi. However, the "night song" he sang was not Taoist, but another sect.

It is worth mentioning that the paper houses here are burning very vigorously, and Qing Xuanzi's night songs are also sung very loudly, but the various people encountered some difficulties.

At first I didn't know that they were in trouble, and it was not until Mr. Fan shouted, "Oh, there are lonely ghosts coming to grab the house." I looked in that direction.

At this time, I frowned. I saw that the various people in the sects were pale under the moonlight, sweating on their foreheads was raining, and their movements were extremely slow, as if they had to use all their strength every time they beat them.

When I saw this situation, I thought to myself that something was wrong and shouted in that direction: "Who is not open-eyed ghost dares to come to my Yin Qi to make trouble!"

I nodded, sucked a piece of white numb, and said, "First put a piece of white numb on the arms of all kinds of people, and send the rest to the Eight Immortals. If there is no white numb, let them go back to the village to rest first."

It’s no wonder they were. The funeral lasted for a long time, and the second was that the deceased had no relatives, so no one was wearing mourning for him. After a while, everyone forgot to tease white numb.

As soon as the voice fell, the people in various places seemed to be much more relaxed at hand, and the whipping speed was also fast. I felt relieved and continued to shout, "Who is not open and my eyes dares to make trouble for me, and Gao Lao and the Eight Immortals spoke together with my voice."

And I belong to this kind of person. I was anxious and didn’t even figure out the most basic Yin Qi. It was still Gao Lao who was standing beside me reminded me, and he said, “Chen Baxian, is it because we didn’t wear white?”

At that moment, I quickly asked Mr. Gao if he brought Baima? He thought for a while and said, "It seems he brought it."

After thinking for a while, I had no idea at all, so I could only watch the fire get less and less. Made really proved that ancient poem, throwing it into the mud and listening to it, I couldn't sigh three times to make me feel deeply sad.

When the man Gao next to him saw me shouting like this, he immediately came over and followed my voice. Any ghost who was not open to the eyes dared to come to my Yin Qi to make trouble. The sound was like a loud bell, which made my eardrums hurt a little.

When I shouted, I walked to the Paper House and lit the soul-summoning banner in my hand on the house a few times. Strangely, even if the soul-summoning banner was next to the house, it was not lit, and the fire on the soul-summoning banner was much smaller.

I thought this shout could calm the ghosts, but I didn't know that when I shouted for the eighth time, a sudden feeling of oppression came from an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made my breathing a little bit faster. I wanted to speak, but I suddenly sipped in a mouthful of cold wind.

What to do? What to do? What went wrong? Could it be that the ghost in Mr. Fan’s mouth had crossed the various branches and came to the next door to the paper?

Thinking of this, I looked around and it was normal and the temperature did not change much. It shouldn’t be it?

After saying that, he walked towards the coffin. After a while, he walked over with a piece of white numb in his hand and said, "There are not much white numb prepared in Liuma Village, only about twenty yuan, I don't know if it is enough."

Mad, I cursed in my heart and breathed a few breaths. I was about to speak, but when I saw the fire with sharp eyes, I changed direction and leaned to the west. I thought it was windy, so I reached out and found that there was no wind at all.

Now, I completely shook my mind and threw my help-seeking eyes at Qing Xuanzi. He was busy singing night songs and didn't have time to pay attention to my situation. What should I do? What should I do? I was anxious. When I encountered such a thing, was there something wrong?

I pinched my thighs hard, calming myself down quickly, staring at the paper-made house with my eyes tightly. Did the paper-made house wet it in the rain? It shouldn't be. If it got wet, the fire just now wouldn't be so strong. What's wrong with it?

When I heard this, I looked around and saw the Eight Immortals and all kinds of people, all wearing red and green flowers, and they didn't look like a little funeral. Even the most basic white numbing was not tied.

To be honest, I was a little scared. I was afraid that Yin Qi would fail in this link. I turned around and looked at Mr. Fan. He was whipping the willow branches and had no time to take care of me.

In this way, we shouted seven times in a row, and the various people looked slightly better.

At that moment, I quickly shouted to Gao Lao and the Eight Immortals, "Hurry, hurry up, surrounded the paper-made house in Tianshu."

Just as I was stunned, the fire gradually became smaller and there was a vague tendency to extinguish. I was a little panicked. If the fire was extinguished, it would mean that the Shi Qi would die on the first Shi Qi.

There is a saying that the more anxious a person is, the more his IQ decreases sharply. It's like looking for something on weekdays, turning the room upside down, but he didn't find it, but in the end he found that the thing he was looking for was right in front of him.

But, if etiquette is fine, what's going on?

Could it be that the etiquette is not good? It shouldn't be true. These days, I asked Mr. Fan indirectly. I knew from him that the specific steps of the etiquette were not much different from the one I thought. It was just that there were some etiquette differences. I had already done everything according to his wishes and there would never be any problems.

At this moment, Gao Lao and the Eight Immortals came over and surrounded the paper-made house. Even so, the fire was getting smaller and smaller.

After saying that, I remembered that Lao Wang seemed to be drinking high and resting aside. He quickly called Gao Lao who was about to leave and said, "Let the Eight Immortals who have no white numbness bring Lao Wang back, don't let something happen to him."

He nodded and walked towards the people of all kinds of people. Because the people of all kinds of people could not stop whipping the willow branches, it took him a lot of hands and feet to pierce the white numbness. It took about three or four minutes before he could pierce the white numbness on the arms of the people of all kinds of people.

The tall man over there was doing white mahjong, and I was not idle either. I first stabbed the white mahjong on my right arm, then bowed three times to the east and west, and said something apologized.

After getting this done, I looked at the paper-made house, and an incredible scene appeared.
Chapter completed!