Although I don’t know how long it has been since the creation of this illusion, Xie Zhe’s point is not wrong. In an old house, you always know that it has aged. The walls are peeling off and cracked.
The broken beams and pillars, the loose bricks and tiles are all clear symbols. Even some illusions, magic circles, and barriers will have similar traces that can be seen by Onmyoji.
"Then how are you going to crack it?" Han Chang asked with great interest, "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. You also said that the person who set up this formation is probably not that easy to mess with. You have to think clearly.
This is not about whether it can be done, but whether it will cost your life if it is not done.”
Xie Zhe exhaled heavily through his nose, not sure if he was expressing dissatisfaction.
"I know it well, but you are worrying too much. Miss Ye and I will go out to observe the terrain here and look for some opportunities, so I will trouble you to stay here and watch over the child. If anything goes wrong, you should also deal with it.
Gotta get it.”
"...Okay, you go."
Han Chang also thought about it. Although he really wanted to see what Xie Zhe could do, Feng couldn't help it, and Miss Ye couldn't help it if something happened. Unless he stayed here,
There seems to be no other choice.
So Ye Lingquan followed Xie Zhe out. He first found the tallest building in the village, moved a ladder, and climbed to the highest point. It was a building with a chimney, maybe a kiln for burning things or something else.
, they didn’t go in. Ye Lingquan looked down and couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Because the height of this building was obviously not enough, at least not enough for Xie Zhe to see it all.
Every corner of the village. He rolled up his sleeves, twisted the hem of his clothes to one side, and climbed a short distance up the chimney. Seeing that he had no worries or worries, Ye Linghua didn't dare to blink his eyes.
. When I was a child, I heard that some children could climb trees and dig out bird's nests. Ling Quan thought it was very impressive. Now that I saw such agility with my own eyes, I was both emotional and worried.
Fortunately, he did not stop for too long. Xie Zhe let go of his hand and fell directly from the chimney halfway to the ground, and then patted the soil. Ye Lingquan was startled and said to him: "How dare you jump down like this?
What? What if I break my leg?"
Xie Zhe was stunned for a moment, probably no one had ever said such a thing to him. He paused and told her not to worry. If he wasn't afraid that these buildings would fall apart easily, he would have jumped on them, and there would be no need to find them anywhere.
ladder.
"Your skills... are so good." Ling Huan sighed, "I didn't even notice..."
She looked Xie Zhe up and down, feeling that his body was not strong, but she didn't expect that he was really trained. She suddenly felt a little strange sadness, and finally realized that compared to powerful monsters like him and Han Chang, she was
No - will it really hold them back?
Her loss was not obvious enough, at least she did not show it deliberately. In a sense, Xie Zhe was a "careless" person, and he did not hear anything wrong in her words. He just "modestly" said that he knew a little about Qinggong.
Just one or two.
"In fact, I don't have the ultimate talent in Onmyojitsu. Mutsuki-kun said it bluntly at the beginning. But he felt that as long as I learned some skills and martial arts, I could be stronger than most people. I
Now I don’t know what level I am at... maybe it’s just too high or too low.”
They walked on the road together and went to check several other places. On the way, Xie Zhe said some things intermittently, and Ling Huan was mostly asking questions. She learned that Xie Zhe grew up in a monastery for a period of time when he was a child, which was not the case.
It was not for the purpose of being ordained as a monk, but Mutsuki-kun greeted the abbot very early and said that he could come and go freely and learn something from him. To say that the six paths of impermanence are really accurate in seeing people, he was a child.
He lacked friends at that time and didn't like to talk, but he was very diligent in observing. Although he only imitated clumsily and watched roughly in terms of methods and martial arts training, these things that remained in his heart could not stop him from pondering over them all day long.
After coming down, he actually understood a lot of things. Moreover, all kinds of people often went in and out of the temple and visited Buddhism. He also met all kinds of people and knew all kinds of things.
Later, he traveled to many places with his mother. When he arrived at a place, others were looking for playmates, but he liked to find places like book halls, temples, martial arts schools, etc. Those who were allowed in would squat aside and watch, and those who were not allowed in would squat and watch.
Just climb the wall and climb the tree, find a place where you can see it secretly, record it in your mind, and do the same in a place where no one is around at night.
Xie Zhe went to several places, all of which were inconspicuous corners and far away from the center of the village. However, there were not many households in the village itself. He left some talismans behind, and he dropped each talisman.
A drop of his own blood was hung with a round, small silver bell. Ling Huan didn't understand, so he didn't ask. In this way, they walked almost everywhere
He visited every corner of the village and looked at every scene in the ruins. Naturally, many dead human corpses were lying there. Ling Huan was still concerned about it at first, but after seeing more, he learned to look at it immediately.
They were staggered. After all, the dead cannot be resurrected. Some of the corpses are complete and some are incomplete. They are not much different from those seen before.
Not much difference…
"Speaking of which, why are these bodies still so well preserved after so many years?"
"It may be an illusion, or it may be kept alive by magic."
"Oh...that's it."
By the time they returned to the intact hut on the edge, it was almost dusk again. They had been hungry for a long time, and when they walked in, they saw Han Shang and Feng eating dry food. Ling Huan quickly begged for a cold cake.
Xie Zhe refused. He said that he didn't expect it to take so long, and it was delayed until the time when he encountered the devil. He had to do it as soon as possible to reduce the possibility of evil spirits appearing. After all, the time of encounter is when unclean things are most powerful.
At this time, Ling Huan was too embarrassed to continue eating. Only Han Shan didn't care and kept chirping in their ears, almost as if he did it on purpose.
Several people arrived at a location slightly in the center of the village, but not exactly the center. This is the midpoint circled by connecting the places where Xie Zhe placed the spells according to specific lines. There is a tall pole here.
A piece of tattered and rotten cloth hung on it, dirty and black. Its original color might have been dark blue or something like that. The huge cloth was nailed to it, motionless in the windless dusk, like a heavy corpse hanging on it.
Same as above.
I wonder if this was back then...
They all looked at Feng in unison. He only looked up at the pole once and had no reaction.
Xie Zhe raised two fingers, closed his eyes, and muttered something. Soon, there were ringing and clear ringtones all around him, one after another, and became more and more intense. But now there was no wind at all. Ling Huan understood that it was him
clothed
Those bells were ringing. They probably had some kind of resonance, rustling like the wings of a swarm of insects. For some reason, she was a little scared. Hanshang felt it was quite new, and he watched everything that happened with great interest.
Suddenly, his expression became solemn.
"Thank you, Master, for your hands..."
Ling Huan and Feng also looked over. Blood overflowed from his fingertips that were raised to his lips. It had flowed along the skin of his fingers and seeped into the gaps between his fingers. But he was completely unaware of it. Even if he was reminded by Han Shang, he remained indifferent. They
Don’t dare to interrupt easily
, could only look on worriedly. Amidst the dense and detailed ringing, Ling Hu heard the sound of something tumbling. She raised her head and saw the piece of cloth struggling and dancing on the pole, but there was still nothing
It's only windy.
A big bead of sweat appeared on her forehead, even though it was very cold now. The sun was setting in the west, and it was finally the time to meet the devil. Ling Quan felt dizzy, and raised his face to look at the sky. The movement of the remaining clouds seemed to be invisible.
It seems a bit fast, I wonder if it is just
She felt so. She felt a little exhausted, probably due to high mental stress. The mottled and long shadows cast by the clouds were quickly sweeping across the ground in her eyes, reminding her of a not-so-appropriate metaphor - the passage of locusts.
.
"How are you?"
Han Zhang noticed something strange about her and stepped forward to hold Ling Huan's shoulders. He looked back at Xie Zhe. He seemed a little nervous, but he still didn't stop what he was doing. The weirdest thing was Feng.
There, it was swaying, just like the last swaying dead leaf on the branches in the autumn wind.
The first scream before nightfall came.
It was like a clarion call for charging. They knew what it meant - in a sense, time had really sped up. Although Xie Zhe himself was also confused, this was not his wish, and it was definitely not his point.
What the spell can do is probably some kind of resistance from this illusion. The killing is about to begin, but there is no one where Feng was standing. Han Sheng stabilized Ling Yu and asked her to sit down gently.
Then quickly look around to find Maple's shadow.
Feng didn't know when he stood under the high pole. When Han Sheng saw him for the first time, the cloth on it fell heavily and fell on him, covering and wrapping him.
Was the cloth originally dark red?
Even though he was buried by the heavy cloth, Feng didn't make any struggle. Han Chang glanced at Xie Zhe who never stopped, and then slowly moved there. He swallowed and smelled the air. Now,
The smell here was very mixed, and it was difficult for him to distinguish it. So he frowned, gritted his teeth, and pulled away the heavy cloth.
There is nothing underneath.
Han Zhang was startled, and immediately turned back to look in the direction of Xie Che. As soon as he said it, a long red knife came running towards Xie Che from a distance. The situation was probably beyond their expectations. Han Zhang
Without thinking too much, he immediately rushed forward and pushed the owner of the knife out from the side. A few sparks flew out of his hand, and the boy holding the knife was pushed far away.
He looked at his palm, and there were some burnt marks on it. Han Chang sighed softly and looked up at the man holding the knife. For this little boy, the knife was indeed a bit long and a bit heavy.
.The knife looked about four feet in diameter, and a ten-year-old child who lacked nutrition was even shorter than it. How did he pick up one end of such a long knife?
"Feng" holding the knife had no face. Han Chang took a breath of air and took a few steps back to Xie Zhe's side.
"Tell me, is this in your default setting?"
"...Not here." Xie Zhe finally stopped and opened his eyes.
"Are you kidding me?"
"But this technique can still be broken - buy me a moment."
