Sima Xiangru looked horrified, and his right hand playing the piano quickly played another piece of music.
The sound of snowy bamboos sounded quickly.
Stepping from the mountains and flowing water to the white snow in spring, the sudden change is like midsummer entering cold winter.
Zhang Qian touched his cheek and felt a trace of coldness passing through his face.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, giving this area a completely different climate from the surrounding areas.
Zhang Qian's heart also became cold.
He looked forward expressionlessly, and saw that the scene on the white cloth quickly turned into dense flames, and then quickly dimmed.
In the current era, they are more likely to use bamboo slips, stone tablets, cloth and other objects to carry text and images.
Dong Zhongshu looked at the psychic jade that had blocked the shattering, and felt that he suddenly had a toothache.
Only by knowing the truth can Emperor Jing handle the situation with ease, instead of looking confused and fighting against the evil people.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I'm okay!"
In the white cloth surrounding the cast, Dong Zhongshu coughed violently.
Dong Zhongshu couldn't answer the relevant questions in his mind.
After thinking for a few seconds, Dong Zhongshu responded.
With his current strength, fighting against the opponent is undoubtedly teasing the tiger's beard. If the teasing goes well, that's it. If the teasing doesn't go well, he may lose his life.
As far as the Han Dynasty was concerned, they only knew that Xieluochuan Holy Land issued a killing order, and the war began.
But if he was to be allowed to cast spells and explore again, he felt that he still needed to adjust his mentality.
During this investigation and game, he managed to escape with his life, but also wasted a violent blow from the opponent's control of the ghost.
"There is no need to regret foreign things." The prince shook his head and said, "What happened to you?"
If the Holy Land of Evil Luo Chuan hadn't called out to stop, the slaves of the Evil Kingdom would have fought until all the tribe was dead.
The core of solving the war does not lie in how many slaves are killed, but in the holy land behind the slaves.
No one even knows how long this war will last and who will end up in the end.
The prince had never seen such thin and delicate paper. It was very different from the rough fiber paper that was only used for packaging in the Han Dynasty.
Dong Zhongshu let out a long breath.
If he wanted to make further guesses, he could also guess that this kind of ghost might belong to a hanged ghost.
The prince rubbed his head, then returned to the carriage without changing his expression and waited calmly.
He stretched out his left hand, and there was still a cold breath left in the palm of his left hand.
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who showed no signs of movement, and felt that his lethargy was really good.
"This kind of sect-suppressing thing cannot be used again and again. It must have a long interval between uses. Zhongshu will explore again after he adjusts!"
Dong Zhongshu knows this kind of atmosphere very well.
But if the psychic gem is damaged, it is a big question whether the other party will still be willing to cooperate in casting spells after they wake up.
For the prince at the moment, even the paper that can trigger changes in the times needs to be put aside. He needs to sort out the issues related to border security first.
A warm feeling came over, Dong Zhongshu's body shook three times, and then there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling in the air.
The horror in his eyes quickly faded.
The color of this dragon-shaped jade was now dim, and there was even a thin crack in the center of the dragon's head.
Li Jiao's confession of three days of closed-door thinking is not enough for people to get a full picture, which requires the cooperation of other people.
"The magic techniques of the Yin Yang family are weird, and some techniques are weird beyond ordinary people's imagination. This may be their secret to suppress the sect," Dong Zhongshu said.
Dong Zhongshu explained some things, but there were also some things that he did not explain clearly.
It was obvious that Dong Zhongshu had vaguely felt something. It was difficult for him to think of casting the spell again at the moment, and he would wait until dawn before trying again.
The smooth return of his mind allowed him to regain control of his physical body. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Xuezhou, touching the psychic gem around his waist.
"How to solve it?"
His mind quickly returned to his body, which reduced his ability to cast spells, but he also had a stable and reliable harbor and was no longer easily invaded by external evils.
His life was saved, but he also damaged other people's psychic gems.
"How come the Yin Yang Jiutian Sect is suddenly good at controlling ghosts?"
Dong Zhongshu's condition at this time was obviously much better than that of Zhou Taiwei.
If you guessed it correctly, this is the breath of ghosts.
He was almost frightened and went crazy while casting the spell, while Zhang Xuezhou acted like a perfectly fine person.
Several questioning voices sounded, and Dong Zhongshu touched his forehead.
He could feel the injustice entwined in this aura. Only a hanged ghost would be so resentful.
If an extremely simple piece of paper could be imitated, it would inevitably trigger a change in the times.
Dong Zhongshu looked gloomy looking at the psychic treasure jade with dark aura.
"Dr. Dong, please pay attention to your safety!"
"Can the dead protect the living?" the prince asked curiously.
At the center of the spell, Dong Zhongshu felt the resentment remaining in his palm, and he gently blew the breath away.
Although there was no shortage of psychic gems, Dong Zhongshu's ability to escape safely from the attack that damaged Zhou Taiwei clearly proved Dong Zhongshu's ability.
For example, where did the strangely dressed boys and girls shown on the curtain come from, such as the strange house, those strange things, and those papers recording the words.
Dong Zhongshu checked it and made sure that the casting medium was not damaged in any way.
"Master Dong?"
"I feel a powerful dead person!"
His eyes were more frightened than Sima Xiangru's, but mixed with a bit of luck.
"Master Dong?"
"There is probably a deceased Yin-Yang family figure guarding Fu Bugui," Dong Zhongshu said.
"Dr. Dong?"
"It turns out it wasn't a fluke!"
"Are you OK?"
Sima Xiangru stopped playing the piano and then quickly asked.
He stretched out his hand a little, and the big light that illuminated the shadow went out, and the white cloth quickly rolled back.
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Being able to record the "Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Curse" in Chinese characters and the "Heart Curse" in Chinese characters, the prince felt that the other party's residence was not too far away.
This is also the reason why they repeatedly pursue the truth.
"Your Highness, Zhongshu is incompetent." Dong Zhongshu bowed and said: "Not only did he fail to trace the whereabouts of Gu Bugui, but he also damaged the jade that His Highness gave to this little friend!"
Maybe there will be an answer to these things when he is detained and unable to return.
The prince took a deep breath.
Only when there was a sound like cracking could Dong Zhongshu pay attention to the psychic jade he was holding in his right hand.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably have incurred the largest foreign debt in his life.
"Changqing, please sing a requiem and do a good deed!"
The pursuit of magic must have a destination. The prince really wanted to find the location of the other party, even if he just borrowed a few pieces of paper for research.
No one will fall in the same place repeatedly. As long as he has experienced it once, Dong Zhongshu will definitely be prepared accordingly and will not be able to step into the same pit a second time.
He thought for a few seconds, reached out and touched his sleeve, and put a silver needle into the palm of his hand.
Dong Zhongshu carefully inserted the silver needle into the crack of the psychic jade.
When the silver needle was pulled out again, there was a touch of blue at the front of the silver needle.
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou's body and then pricked it with a needle.