Ding Li was inexperienced at the time and took the matter seriously. After all, Ding Li was just hanging around there, and there was no need to kill someone to silence him.
The old man looked at Ding Li up and down several times before saying, "I heard that there is someone in the school down there who knows how to pierce a person who has a sudden attack?"
Ding Li also didn't expect that the incident would spread so quickly and even outside the school. Ding Li said, "How did the old gentleman know it was me?"
The old man said nonchalantly: "Looking at you practicing Kung Fu while walking, are there still a few such capable young people in that shabby school?"
Then the old man said to himself: "The thirteen needles of the ghost gate are one needle of the ghost palace, which is the human center; the second needle of the ghost letter, which is Shaoshang; the third needle of ghost base, which is Yinbai; the fourth needle of ghost heart, which is Da Mausoleum; five needles ghost road, that is Shenmai; six needles ghost pillow, that is Fengfu; seven needles ghost bed, that is cheek car; eight needles ghost market, that is Chengjian; nine needles ghost cave, that is Laogong; ten needles ghost Hall, which is the upper star; eleven stitches for ghost hiding, the perineum for men, and Yumentou for women; twelve stitches for ghost minister, which is Quchi; thirteen stitches for ghost seal, sewed in the middle under the tongue. Under normal circumstances, as long as Shao Shang One needle is effective, or you can choose any two to three needles among the thirteen needles. Guimen acupuncture will definitely cure the disease, and no matter how vicious the ghost in the world is, it cannot withstand thirteen needles."
Ding Li curled his lips. This old guy knew more formulas than he did, but when it came to actually treating people, he was probably not as good as him. People who talk a lot will do less.
Although the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is not a secret, there are definitely not many people who can master it skillfully!
The old man seemed to have a high prestige, and he said confusing words, but no one interrupted or said anything impatient.
"Does the little brother know that the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate can cure corpses?"
Ding Li shook his head: "I've heard of it, but I don't know. It's hard to find a zombie these days."
The old man was a little disappointed: "Is that so?"
At this time, Ding Li became curious. He had watched so many zombie movies in Hong Kong movies since he was a child, but Ding Li had learned magic for so long, but he had never seen a real zombie. Could it be that this old man encountered a zombie?
It's possible that this guy is a tomb robber, and he might not be able to memorize his ideas, so he's actually encountered him before.
It is said that zombies were first found in places like the northwest, where the soil is thick and does not rot when buried. There are similar legends including Tibet.
Why did people set up a threshold at the door in the past? It was originally to prevent such stiff bodies that could only jump.
The same is true for Tibetan tents. Not only do they have to set up thresholds, but they also make the door very short, and you have to bend down to get in. This is also to prevent people who can't bend down.
However, I don’t know why. Maybe the earth’s energy moved southward. By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, most zombie legends were in the south.
Ding Li originally thought that most of the zombie legends in the South were far-fetched. The soil in the South was too shallow and the groundwater level was high, so corpses would rot quickly after being buried there, so there should be no zombies.
However, as the dissemination of information became more and more developed in the next few years, there were several cases of ancient corpses from the Ming and Qing Dynasties soaked in groundwater without any anti-corrosion measures, but they were still well preserved.
Only then did Ding Li realize that he was looking at the sky from a well, and that the place where corpses were raised did not have to be in a place with thick soil.
Although Ding Li was curious, he didn't want to deal with these people. The old man waved his hand and said, "Go away and don't come here again."
Ding Li nodded and left. After walking a few steps, the old man shouted again: "By the way, you go south. The mountains over there are clean!"
Ding Li nodded and said thank you. After thinking about it, he decided to follow the old man's instructions and went there not far when he saw another hill.
This area is probably a hilly terrain, so there are quite a few hills like this. The difference is that this mountain is higher than the surrounding ones. It is lush and green, and there are mountain paths paved with bluestones...
Ding Li walked up. The mountain was not too high, but it was a little higher than the surrounding areas. An open space was opened on the top of the mountain, and there was also a cement pavilion. It was probably built by nearby villagers. It is also an entertainment and leisure place for the villagers? Quite a few words
When Ding Li went up, he also saw two old men playing chess. However, this place should not be there at night. Although the mountain is not high, the weather is open, and he can see dozens of miles nearby. There are rivers, I don’t know.
Whether artificial or natural, the land here is criss-crossed and turned into good farmland.
Ding Li looked around and could see high-rise buildings in the city in the distance, but Ding Li's school was blocked by the barren mountains and could not be seen. Not far from Ding Li's school, there was another place where ground was being broken, probably...
A school? Don’t many words say that this place will be developed into a university town?
Ding Li nodded, this old man is really discerning, this place is really nice, it is perfect for practicing Qi at night.
When the two old men saw Ding Li, they also asked, "Are you from a school down there? Why are you here playing?"
Ding Li smiled. The place where their school is built is relatively low, and he had never noticed it before. After running around today, even if he stood on the top of this hill, the school was still hidden from view by the mountains behind it.
An old man said: "The land in your school is not clean!"
The other old man coughed and stopped talking. Ding Li chuckled, handed the cigarette to the old man who had just spoken, and said to the old man who had just spoken: "Uncle, your horse can't move well. You will be killed in three steps at most!"
The coughing old man became interested: "Will you come down? Let's play a round?"
Ding Li sat down without hesitation, and he followed Wan Zizi to set up a stall. When there was no business, didn't Wan Zizi often play chess with people on the roadside?
Ding Li didn't know how many chess games he had played, let alone how many times he had learned from an endgame player before.
You know, in the past, those who dared to play endgames on the roadside were all masters, unlike now, who dare to cheat money by memorizing a few chess records.
Ding Li's chess-playing style is said to be decisive in killing at best, and barbaric in worst-sounding terms. He is particularly fierce in changing pieces. This is also the style of roadside chess. People who play roadside chess in one place often attract a large number of onlookers.
.It’s because of this seemingly enjoyable way of playing.
The old man couldn't do it. In just a few moves, Ding Li replaced all the chess pieces and said, "You are so fierce in your chess moves!"
Ding Li pretended to be casual and asked: "Uncle, what do you think happened to our school?"
The old man shook his head and didn't want to say more, but the other old man looked at it with great excitement. His chess skills were not as good as this coughing old man, and he had lost countless times. When he saw Ding Li killing him, he was very happy: "There are mass burials behind your school.
Gang, do you know? And the land of your school, there was a plague in the city from the earliest days, and the dead were buried there."
Ding Li nodded. He had just walked out of the mass grave. The yin energy, resentment and other messy atmosphere of the dead people in the mass grave had long since dissipated!