This dark, thin old man has a short nose, dark skin, and upturned lips. At first glance, he is from Southeast Asia.
He had been eating melon seeds and tea snacks on the table with his head down. The melon seed shells were spat all over the floor. Apart from being ugly, he looked very inconspicuous. However, since I came in, I have been paying close attention to him and the man next to Zhu Neng.
A man with a pale face. Because Zhao Zhonghua said before that Fu Tongyuan and Cuijun might ask for foreign aid to fight. Among the few people next to them, they are the only two who are more likely to be invited to help, so I
Can't help but always observe.
As for that man with a pale face, I always feel like I've seen him somewhere before, but I still can't remember it.
But what I didn't expect was that it was this dark, thin old man who attacked first.
His chest is tattooed with many lifelike cyan centipedes, with ferocious jaws and fangs dancing, and on his back, which is full of tendons, there is a tattoo of a large snake entwined into twelve knots, with many Thai characters on it.
runes, with strange eyes. When the dark and thin old man took off his clothes, the old man with glasses, Lao Zhuang, helped translate at the same time: "Boy, I heard that you used to surrender in Hong Kong to exorcise spirits.
Well-known, then do you dare to compete with me in this head-lowering technique?"
My eyebrows jumped and I looked at the serious Wu Cuijun in disbelief.
I really didn't expect that she would actually invite a master to deal with me, and it seemed that she had done some research on me beforehand and had done enough homework.
She knew that I had surrendered Li Jiahu's daughter Xuerui and that I had exorcized Zhang Dong. This was not difficult to understand, because after all, they were all in the same circle. When Boss Gu went there to promote, the news would always come to her.
But what I can't understand is that she would actually invite a head-dropping master with magic talismans tattooed all over his body to come over to create a scene. Is she crazy? - Although the head-dropping skill can save people from life and death, it can also save people from life and death.
It harms people invisible, but the latter is really notorious and makes people's faces change when they hear it. Even a Gu Master like me doesn't dare to admit my identity in public. The main reason is because everyone's prejudices are too deep.
Doing this is really self-destructive.
However, the people next to us seemed to be a little accustomed to it. Li Junzeng, an old man with a white beard who put down the cardboard box in his hand, introduced us and said that this was the chief surrender engineer of Cuijun Consulting Company, Ba Sha (transliteration) from Chedi Luang Temple in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
) Master, he is the best at dispelling and exorcising spirits. I nodded, it turned out to be a white shaman monk from Thailand. No wonder these people are not afraid.
It’s just that in this head-dropping competition, how is the competition going to be? Who will be killed first?
The crowd, who originally thought it was time to call it a day, immediately became excited when they saw the nonsense of this thin, dark-shaven old man. They cheered and said, "Master Lu Zuo, let's compare with him. Don't let him think that I have no one in the world..."
As soon as he said this, many people started to encourage them. These pot-bellied uncles and uncles were like children, inexplicably excited. People who had planned to leave the table sat back again, made a pot of good tea, and waited.
The play begins.
Uh... To be honest, people who are afraid of the world being in chaos have never been cut off since ancient times.
I shrugged and asked this foreign friend with fierce tattoos, "Can you tell me how to compare?"
Everyone in the venue sat back, and Ba Sha walked out. The old man with the eyes next to him followed him, telling each other: "I bought a dog in the market when I came here, and we talked about it at the same time.
A dog is descending, and while it is descending, it is necessary to unblock the opponent's head-lowering technique, and then see whose head-lowering technique the dog dies from, then whoever wins..."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and a staff member led a gray-white wolf-like husky from the first floor and walked to the middle of the field.
Ba Sha turned his head and bulged his head to the side for a while. The Feng Shui master Lao Zhuang who acted as the translator immediately ordered the waiter to close the open lattice window, and the light in the hall dimmed. I looked at the struggling dog,
He frowned and said: "Let me tell you two things. First, although I know how to surrender, I don't know these head-lowering techniques in Southeast Asia; second, even if I try, this method is too bloody - why must
Is it interesting to put the life of that puppy at stake? So, I won’t compete with you..."
After hearing my explanation, some people in the room agreed, while others shook their heads and said they were disappointed. But after hearing the translation of my words, Ba Sha frowned.
His sharp eyes like poisonous snakes stared at me closely, the muscles on his body trembled, and the centipedes on his chest seemed to come to life.
"Why?" He shook his head and said, "Don't deny it. Although I smell the sandalwood fragrance of Buddha on your body, I can feel that you are a very powerful head-dressing master. Why do you refuse to compete with me?"
?Don’t you have any sense of honor in your heart? Are you a guy without eggs?
As soon as his words passed through the interpreter, there was a "buzz" sound from the others, and they all started talking noisily.
However, the majority of people scolded him.
While Ba Sha was talking, I kept staring at Wu Cuijun. However, what disappointed me was that this woman did not show the same magnanimity as Li Yonghong. Instead, she held her flat chest and looked at me rather playfully.
.I was speechless and angry, so I decided to accept the challenge: "Okay, I agree to your request, but the rules need to be changed. You can use all methods to lower this husky, and I will be responsible for ensuring it."
Its life is safe - if it dies, I lose; if it lives, you lose!"
Ba Fu clapped his hands, gave me a thumbs up, and then said bluntly in Chinese: "Open!"
I sneered and walked to the side. Someone immediately came over and moved the crowded table to the side. Everyone gathered in a large and scattered circle. The husky was tied to a wooden pillar in the middle with a rope. Then Ba and I
They were five meters away from each other and did not cross this line. The windows were closed, the hall became dark, and the surrounding guests stretched their necks to watch this rare head-down showdown.
Their faces were red and their tongues were dry. What was only in legends in the past was about to be witnessed today, and they were all extremely excited.
I guess their mentality is the same as those who go to Thailand to see transvestites.
There are roughly three types of head-dropping - medicinal drop, flying drop and ghost drop.
I stood in front of the table in the Zamao Trail, holding a cup of tea and taking a sip. I watched the white shaman monk from Chiang Mai, Thailand, murmuring words, and guessed what type of head-lowering technique he was using. Then.
As his spell ended, in the eyes of others, the air around him only became gloomy and his outline was vague. However, through the induction of the "Qi Field" and the ghost eyes given by Duoduo, I could see another strange thing.
phenomenon occurs.
The tattoos on Ba Sha's upper body began to squirm like living creatures.
Is this the purpose of taking off his shirt?
It's not to look cool, but to make these tattoos with centipede resentments come to life, and then swim to the husky in the field and kill it. On the surface, I am calm and composed, as if I don't know anything, but...
Watching the front nervously, thinking about what method to use to crack it without exposing one's own trump card - sometimes, when fighting with others, one more trump card is like one more life. If in such a dull and boring situation,
It is really not a wise move to let everyone know about the place.
Ba Sha finally finished reciting the incantation, and the green centipedes on his body finally swam down. There were about ten of them, and they all attacked the huskies in the field.
The ghost descends!
The husky that was tied to the pillar obviously felt something strange. It kept barking at Basha, and then hid behind him in fear. However, the rope firmly imprisoned it on the pillar.
One meter away, no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't get out. In the sight of ordinary people, I could only see Ba Sha clasping his hands and mumbling to himself. I was holding a cup of tea and drinking it while the dog was barking wildly.
As if going crazy.
But there seemed to be more despair in the barking of the dog.
The clump of centipedes was only half a meter away from the husky, which was strangling its neck and seemed to be about to die. I finally felt that I had to take action. With reverence for life, I gritted my teeth and put the tea cup back on the table and stepped forward.
With one step, he blocked most people's sight, took out the vibrator from his arms, and shouted "Infinite Heavenly Lord" in his mouth. The golden light shone on the group of centipedes that were swimming quickly, and between the lightning and flint,
I decisively took back this bronze mirror.
Anyone who has practiced magic knows that if you want to keep people from knowing the secret, you must be quick.
I didn’t want people to know too much about me, so I played a game of rapid shock under the gaze of everyone. In the eyes of most people, I just waved my hand and shouted a slogan, and then
Just like a flashlight, a golden light shone half a meter in front of the husky, and curls of black smoke rose into the sky. There seemed to be sounds of insects or reptiles in the air, and the whole hall was sometimes cold and sometimes warm.
Ba Sha was shocked, and the dark blue tattoos on his chest suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, dimming.
And there seemed to be a mouthful of blood in his mouth. He wanted to vomit but suppressed it. He made a strange seal with his hands, and then shook it hard. The black shadow on the ground stretched out, and there was a two-meter-long snake spirit climbing from his body.
Climbing down, I ignored the trembling husky and rushed straight towards me.
My heart skipped a beat and I strangled him. Did he mean to fight directly?
Seeing that the ferocious snake spirit was about to pounce on me, I took a few steps back until I reached the edge of the table. I saw the snake spirit open its mouth like an ordinary poisonous snake and leap towards me.
I rushed forward, feeling angry in my heart. My hand on the table touched a long object covered in a black bag. I grabbed it tightly and waved it forward.