Volume 1 In 2007, My Grandmother Gave Me Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 10 Behind the scenes, Shishu met
The sound of the word "unification" was like thunder on the ground. Even I was shocked when I spat it out.
At this moment I felt a huge light.
This beauty's head felt like it was struck by thunder, and a lot of black liquid burst out from all the facial features. It made a shriller cry than the first time. This sound was simply beyond the range that human ears can hear. My head
I suddenly felt a sharp pain like a needle prick. This pain seemed to be so full that my head was about to explode. Not only that, the golden silkworm Gu that had been in my body finally started to become irritable and restless.
As far as I know, the most taboo thing for semi-spiritual beings like the Golden Silkworm Gu is high-frequency ultrasound.
The beauty's head stopped biting me and flew upwards. I felt my ears were bleeding and couldn't help but cover my ears with my hands covered in blood and flesh.
After it floated into the air, it looked like a ball of jellyfish, dragging its tired internal organs and intestines and staggering towards the road ahead.
If you don't kill a snake, you will suffer disaster, and there will be endless troubles. Am I not tolerating the adulterer? I struggled to get up, sprinted a hundred meters, and ran forward. The winter of 2008 was particularly cold, and the wind roared in my ears.
, on the contrary, the heart-gnawing pain just now has been reduced a bit. The ringing in my ears has also slowed down and become mild at this moment. Three packs of black dog blood were poured on it, and then the resonance of my mantra was suppressed, and the redness all over the beauty’s head was
The fog has become so thin that it is almost non-existent, and flying at this moment is like a stupid duck trying to fly for the first time, stumbling and swaying all the way.
I took long strides to catch up, my hand already reaching into the bag.
There were two packs of black dog blood inside, the last two packs. I adjusted my breathing and let my footsteps run with the rhythm of my heart. I imagined that I was Xiao Li, the man who was exploring flowers, flying knives. I imagined that I was Hou Yi who shot the sun. I imagined that I was Hou Yi shooting the sun.
I thought I was the king of snipers, Denmark's "White Death" Simon Haia... Various great gods were swirling in my mind for a while, and I took action, right in the middle of it.
A large amount of blood spattered everywhere, and the beauty's head finally fell down, lying on the ground, looking like a puddle of rotten meat from a distance.
I ran over immediately, raised my foot, and nervously stepped on a string of internal organs under the neck of the head. With a click, many of them were broken unexpectedly. One was excited, and the other was nervous and frightened.
I stamped like crazy, trampling all the rotten flesh and blood into mincemeat. Then I grabbed the guy's hair, like a meteor hammer, and after a few circular motions, I smashed it to the ground.
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This head bounces high like a basketball.
The cold wind blew, and the panic receded like a tide. My whole body was covered with blood, cold, and I couldn't help but shiver. At this time, a large truck came from the direction of Jiangcheng, with bright headlights and a long headlight.
Honking the car horn. I carried the burnt head and gave way to the side of the road. The truck honked the horn again, obviously very dissatisfied with my behavior on the highway, and maybe it was because he saw clearly how pitiful I looked.
I felt like the tail end of the speaker was trembling. Without any pause, it swished and ran forward desperately.
I felt a tremor on the ground, which was the wheels of heavy trucks pressing on the road. The flying head in my hand was still opening and closing, blowing bubbles.
Its red eyes look to the left.
I followed its line of sight and saw a black shadow lying on the ground on the flat ground outside the highway guardrail. Apparently, I noticed that the black shadow slowly stood up, stiffened its body, and raised its head.
Look at me. My vision in the dark has greatly improved. At a glance, I can recognize this ugly and slightly weird face, as well as the terrifying tattoo on the exposed neck.
Basong, a head-dressing master from Thailand, a man who appeared inexplicably and opposed me inexplicably.
He stared at me, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness. I sensitively noticed that there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth and front. Obviously, before I noticed him, this old man had already vomited. Hehehe... like a night owl.
The cry of laughter rang out from the darkness. He was actually wrapped in a cloak, with a big black muff wrapped around his thin body, and a mass of blackness moved towards me.
I asked him: Basong?
He nodded and said yes.
The beauty's head in my hand actually moved again. Is it a "preparing to move" movement or a "dying struggle" movement? I don't know, but as a frightened bird, I could only move the thing in my hand towards the guardrail of the highway.
I smashed it, smashed it hard, and every time I hit the stone fence, blood splashed everywhere. I hit it so hard that when I hit it for the fourth time, my silky hair finally broke away from my scalp, and it looked like a hair.
A cannonball flew to the middle of the highway with a "swish", landed on the ground, and rolled like a ball.
Basong looked at me going crazy coldly, neither stopping me nor scolding me, as if he was an outsider.
However, from his trembling body, one can see the anger contained in his heart.
I threw away the corpse hair in my hand, then found a clean piece of ground and wiped it with dust. Then I greeted the foreign friend in front of me cordially and said good evening. He told me that I had never imagined that Mr. Lu Zuo was such a powerful person.
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I looked at him condescendingly and said, "Control the soul to descend, control the corpse to descend..." Mr. Bassong really has many miraculous tricks. However, there is a saying that I don't know whether to say or not. With one skill, one can lower one's head and defy the will of heaven.
Because, what is important is that danger and opportunity go hand in hand. If you can learn to control corpses, you must also have the magical skill of flying head. If you dare to grit your teeth and give it a try, you can fly head down if you have conditions, or fly head if you don't.
Jiang, I am afraid that now that he has become a leader, how can he still be afraid of the backlash of this kind of mortal black dog's blood?
He shook his head and said that if it had been in the past, he would have just gritted his teeth and practiced. In today's world, with advanced communications and convenient transportation, there are too many dangers. The fellow practitioners he met who were cultivators of flying head descent could pass the two stages without breaking a finger.
There are only four of them, and only one can reach the point where he can suck human blood. Then this person was burned alive with a flamethrower on the fourth night of that stage. What is the practice? Just for immortality. If you reach the other side, your soul will return now.
In the underworld, why not live in this world?
I jumped off the guardrail of the highway and stood eight meters away from him. I stopped talking to him and asked him directly why he was hurting me.
Who knew he actually asked me a question that I never thought of.
He asked me if I had met Wang Luohe?
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After my surprised inquiry, I finally knew the origin of everything.
It turned out that Wang Luohe's matter was not over yet.
My lineage of Miao Gu, mentioned above to the generation of Luo Shiba, is called Dunzhai Miaogu. Dunzhai is located in the northwest of Dadunzi Town, spread over high mountains and wild ridges. It is a land of barren mountains and bad water. In ancient times, miasma was everywhere, and ordinary people could not pass it. .However, Dadunzi Town, which is forty miles away from Zhaizi, is a transportation hub connecting western Hunan to Qiandi and even southern Sichuan. It has been the place for logistics communication since ancient times. Goods flow, and people also flow. Miao, Dong, Han, The various ethnic groups of the Tujia people mix and live together, but they live in peace and harmony.
At that time, there was a beggar from the Han family who wandered to the Miao village in the mountains. Later, for some unknown reason, he started the inheritance of Miao Gu with the ancestor of the previous generation. This person was Luo Shiba, and the secret was already there It is not enough for outsiders to understand, but if we explore and explain it in detail, it will definitely be another play about "Yang Luchan studying arts in Chenjiagou". After experiencing many ups and downs, Luo Shiba rose up in a certain year, killing bandits, fighting bandits, and suppressing warlords. Among the people from Hunan, Guizhou and Guangxi provinces, sitting at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain, no one can steal the limelight, and he has actually achieved such great fame.
That was already a matter of the Republic of China. The name of Han Gu King Luo Shiba was known to people as far away as western Hunan and Guidong. Even Mr. Shen Congwen mentioned it in a subtle way in the article. He had such a big name. Later, Luo Shiba abandoned the sectarian view. Instead of leading one by one and passing on the blood like the predecessors, Luo Shiba accepted a wide range of disciples, with a total of six disciples. Just when this lineage was flourishing, Luo Shiba and his three disciples went to While exploring the Dongting Lake in central Hunan, they died inexplicably in a dragon cave at the bottom of the lake. Three of the four people died, and only one person was able to return.
It was the autumn of troubled times, warlords were rising everywhere, the world was in chaos, and human lives were like grass. The apprentice hesitated and said nothing about what happened that day. When the flag fell, the remaining people turned into birds and dispersed, and went their separate ways.
The apprentice who narrowly escaped death stayed in this Miao village, watching over his ancestors and offering sacrifices and celebrations.
He was my master who died tragically in a ravine, with his intestines plucked out by wild dogs all over the ground. Wang Luohe’s master joined the national army in a fit of passion, and then drifted to Myanmar in troubled times. Basong’s master, He was the seventh disciple of Luo Shiba, an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the door. He was also a talented person at that time. He was not resentful of his master's conservativeness and lack of knowledge, so he went south to seek the method of enlightenment. He then settled in Thailand and spread his branches. Ye. Because these two disciples live in the same area, they have contact with each other and are familiar with each other as juniors. Wang Luohe and Basong are life-and-death friends. The last time he came to China, he used an amber rope to wrap a piece of his remaining soul. Leave it to Basong's hands.
Heavenly Dao Cang Ming and Basong already know a thing or two about what happened next.
This was the first time I knew these secrets, and I was no longer interested in Chen Guzi’s pockmarked matter. So I didn’t change my expression, and just asked, what do you care about me after saying so much? You came here just to give Wang Luohe revenge?
Basong laughed. He said that the side door is dangerous and the right path is difficult to follow. Once you step in, your life will not belong to you, but depends on God's will. If God lets you live as long as you want, you will live as long as God wants you to die. If God wants you to die, you will. He died without blaming anyone else. Besides, it was not his turn to take care of the matter of revenge. Wang Luohe's family also had its own inheritance, and there were many wise people, so they had their own sons and nephews to do it. But he came, but he had one thing to look for. I.
"What's up?"
"Among the head-dropping techniques, flying head-dropping is the most mysterious, terrifying and weird, ranking first; among the poison-venom techniques, the golden silkworm Gu is the most capable of channeling the spiritual world and harmonizing with oneself. Both are the ultimate way, However, Tao and Tao are different after all. With the same name, there are thousands of methods. Except for the Voodoo Sect of the Miao border that was destroyed by the war, the golden silkworm Gu has its own destiny. Among the thirty-six caves of Miao Dong, only Luo Shiba, the king of the Han Gu, There is an inheritance. As for the Luo Shiba lineage, only yours knows about it."
"So what?"
"Xu Banggui, this son of a bitch, is a traitor who killed his master. How can his remnants be able to enjoy the cultivation method of golden silkworm Gu?" Basong suddenly shouted: "You unlucky brat,
How can you enjoy this golden silkworm Gu? I don’t accept it..."
As he said this, he took a step forward and a handful of black sand was thrown at me. The smell was overwhelming and the rain was like a waterfall.
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