I woke up again, and the severe pain from my body made me unable to breathe vigorously. Every time I inhale and exhale, if I have a little more strength, not only will my headache be broken, but my limbs are also extremely painful. Although I feel uncomfortable, I can only breathe carefully.

I turned my head slightly. The tent made of yellow cloth was already in the distance. It seemed that I had been removed from the cover of the yellow cloth, but the things on the yellow cloth that looked like words and drawings were still emitting a faint red light. At this moment, I felt a deep fear in my heart inexplicably. I knew clearly that I was actually afraid of the things drawn on the yellow cloth. Why is this?

"Ah! Huh~~ Huh~~" Suddenly, a face like black charcoal and black smoke appeared to me. I couldn't help but scream. Then the severe pain in my body made me unable to breathe, and I could only breathe gently.

An extremely familiar voice came from the black charcoal-like face, and the voice was actually Mr. Wu: "What are you calling me! If I hadn't pulled you out, my altar wouldn't explode, and my face wouldn't have become like this if it didn't explode!"

It turned out to be Mr. Wu. His words were filled with deep complaints. It seemed that something must have happened during the period when I was in a coma just now!

Seeing that he was so frustrated that I couldn't say anything further. When the breath calmed down, I told Mr. Wu, "Fortune-teller, what are you painting on the yellow cloth? Why does it still shine red? Why do I feel that those red lights are going to kill me?"

Mr. Wu took out a white handkerchief and kept wiping the black gray marks on his face. When he heard me finishing, he suddenly stopped, then looked at me deeply, then turned his face, and suddenly said: "Because your eyes are about to turn into blood beads, I don't believe that everything you see is red!"

As Mr. Wu said, I looked up at the sunlight. It was not as dazzling as usual, but as red as blood, almost crimson. I hurriedly looked at the others, including leaves, flowers and plants, and the clothes worn by people around me, which were bright red. The red was dazzling and scary. I gradually got goose bumps and hurriedly withdrew my gaze...

Mr. Wu looked at my expression, as if he had understood that I had verified his words, and sighed deeply: "Ah, the seventh day of the lunar month, I originally thought that as mentioned in the book, the Tianshi Seal I drew could temporarily suppress the ferocity of the turtle blood nail, and even the evil energy in your body could be suppressed, but I didn't expect... Although the evil energy around the turtle blood nail was suppressed, it all ran into your body. It was all my negligence. I should have thought that the coffin was dead, and people were alive. When you breathed, you sucked all the evil energy around the crust coffin into your body. Now there was even more evil energy in your body, alas..."

The Heavenly Master Seal... evil spirit... what are these? I don’t understand what turtle blood nails said before, and I can’t understand them even more. In Mr. Wu’s words, I can only understand that my situation at this moment was caused by his carelessness. If it is said more truthfully, I see that he has been reading the broken book these two days. It seems that he is not very good at these things, otherwise he would not have made mistakes one after another.

"Mr. Big! What's the situation? Have you thought of a solution?" Uncle Zhou Er's voice came from afar. Then Uncle Zhou Er came to Mr. Wu and saw some gray marks on Mr. Wu's face. Uncle Zhou Er was stunned at first, but didn't think much about it. Tears flowed: "Siuqiao's child has been sitting on the bed since he was rescued in the morning. He hasn't eaten a bite of food yet. If the child in her belly is still there, then... it will be bad for the child sooner or later, alas..."

Mr. Wu pointed to the yellow cloth like a small tent and said cautiously: "Brother Zhou, this matter may become more and more serious, so I think it's time to tell you some things!"

Uncle Zhou Er nodded immediately and said, "It's now, so the eldest gentleman just say something!"

Mr. Wu immediately looked at Old Master Zhou's birthday coffin with his hands on his back, like a master of a sect. Although he was still covered in dust, he gave people a unique style. After pondering for a while, Mr. Wu said, "I have read the records of turtle blood nails in "Xuanyi Fa". The Nine Nails coffin was called a forbidden technique in ancient Taoism, because any family that was shot into the Nine Nails coffin would be separated within seven days, and the family would be destroyed. Whether it was a wise man, a scammer of the rivers and lakes, a scattered monk, or an orthodox Taoist master,

It is too scary to avoid such forbidden techniques, because such forbidden techniques are too vicious. Once they cannot be cracked, they will be backfired. Not only will the power of the magic increase greatly, but the person who cracks the forbidden techniques will also greatly reduce his life, even... Alas! Later, it is said that the Maoshan Grand Master fed his four-inch nine-point nails to the blood of the spiritual turtle, and then he was known as the "turtle blood nail". At this point, the turtle blood nails are a powerful weapon to kill demons and subdue demons, nailing to kill zombies and monsters, and eliminating disasters, but..."

Needless to say, everyone can guess what comes later, but I still listened carefully. Mr. Wu paused and continued: "How sinister the world is, the genius in the world is so dangerous. What can't be done to make unrighteous money? It was originally a sharp magic weapon that could be used to drive away evil spirits, but in the hands of evil people, it is naturally a powerful weapon to harm people, because the production of turtle blood nails is very simple. If it is less powerful, you only need to soak in the turtle blood for forty-nine days and recite the spell to bless it. However, the method of cracking is vague and helpless. Unless there are two people in the world who can crack it, and I...ah! I can only do this..."

After saying that, Mr. Wu put down his hand and made a helpless expression. Now, everyone in the field was panicked!

"Mr. Da, which two people are you talking about? Can we invite them?" Uncle Zhou Er's face turned pale and became even more respectful to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu sighed and said, "Only the descendants of the Maoshan Sect can crack the turtle blood nails. However, for hundreds of years, the Maoshan Sect gradually weakened its inheritance, many later schools have emerged. However, the only two branches of the Maoshan Sect can crack this situation. It is also to compete for the most powerful Exoteric Sect and Tantric Sect, which are the most powerful Exoteric Sect. It is rumored that the leader of the Exoteric Sect, Gu Tan, was practicing in Maoshan, while the Tantric Sect, the master of the Tantric Sect, was in peace. He has been traveling all over the country for many years. It depends on the opportunity to see his honorable face. Apart from these two people in the world, there is no one to break the turtle blood nail. But... If you rush to Maoshan to invite the leader of the Gutan, it will probably take as soon as one month. Even if you invite the leader of the Gutan or Mr. Yang Yuanshan, this turtle blood nail...but you won't wait for anyone!"

"Why? There is not a Tianshi Seal arranged by the Great Master here. Can't I maintain it in a month?" Uncle Zhou Er asked excitedly.

Mr. Wu kept shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It's hard, it's hard..."

"Yang Yuanshan...subject Yang?Mr. Yang?! Could it be..." I suddenly opened my eyes wide and shouted hurriedly: "Uncle Zhou Er, I have met Mr. Yang!"

Looking back at the man's words last night, he could see my unlucky fate at a glance, and the same fortune telling posture as Mr. Wu Da. In addition, what Mr. Wu said, now I think about it, it really feels like the old people say. No wonder his thin figure gives people a sense of thrillingness. It seems that the man must be the master Yang Yuanshan mentioned by Mr. Wu Da.

Mr. Wu's eyes almost popped out, and he came to me in an abnormal manner and grabbed my hand and shook it: "Qiqi, you, did you really meet Mr. Yang? It turns out that he has been here for a long time, so... hahaha! Brother Zhou, your family is saved. By the way, Mr. Yang is now? Why don't you keep him?"

"I...I didn't know him at that time, and I thought he was passing by on the night road." I lowered my head embarrassedly and muttered.

Mr. Wu pointed at me and scolded loudly: "You! You won't be able to do anything more than to defeat me! If Mr. Yang hadn't rescued me, the Zhou family would have been in trouble!"

"I, I know where Mr. Yang is!" I suddenly remembered what Mr. Yang said before leaving. If he couldn't stand it and went to the south to find him, then the south he mentioned should be not far away.

Mr. Wu and Uncle Zhou Er looked happy at the same time and asked one after another: "Where is Mr. Yang now?"

"No need to look for me, fellow villagers, let you wait for a long time." Suddenly, the voice of the middle-aged man slowly rang behind Mr. Wu Da's back last night.

When the man approached, I realized that it was Mr. Yang whom I met last night. I saw Mr. Yang holding a small cloth bag made of coarse cloth in his hand, with a black and white Pisces picture drawn on the cloth bag. This... I didn't see him holding it in his hand last night.
Chapter completed!