There will be a typhoon from tonight to tomorrow, and I don’t know if there will be a power outage. Let’s put out the evening update earlier...
Ding Li chuckled, not caring about Huang Yue's jealousy. After his copper coin sword fell apart last time, it was tied up with a steel rod. In the past, Wan Laizi and Ding Li lived in a small county town, but they never thought of this sword.
The copper coin sword was meant to be used one day, so I only used hemp rope to make it.
After suffering a loss, Ding Li naturally wanted to tie the copper coin sword with steel bars, so as not to break it at will. Ding Li pulled out the copper coin sword. It is said that this thing is not sharp at all, but it is easy to stab the thing.
It's like inserting tofu.
"This thing is too fierce," Huang Yue shouted: "I can't move my seven-lantern soul-sending array!"
Ding Li looked back and saw that the flames on the oil lamps that Huang Yue had arranged in accordance with the Big Dipper and covered the entire body of the thing were weak. Just in line with the saying that a lamp is like a bean, they only emitted a faint light.
There was only a flame the size of a mung bean, and it looked like it was going to go out at any moment.
Ding Li chuckled: "Uncle Huang, is your oil fake? It's not popular at all."
Huang Yue said dissatisfied: "Stop talking nonsense, this is my secret lamp oil. Hey, what did you add to it?"
Of course Ding Li knew that it was not a problem with the lamp oil, but that the smell of that thing was too strong and the suppressed flame could not be lit. If it had been ordinary lamp oil, it would have been extinguished long ago.
Ding Li took out a small bag and poured a small amount of oil into each lamp. The light suddenly shone brightly. All seven oil lamps emitted a pure glazed flame.
Even the well-informed Huang Yue's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw it. Ding Li shrugged: "It's a secret of the sect, no comment!"
Huang Yueqian swallowed and asked, "Are you afraid it's the Glazed Fire?"
Ding Li said without being stunned: "Of course not, these are magic thunders that subdue demons."
Ding Li is not lying. What he is preparing now is very different from the real Liuli Pure Fire. Liuli Pure Fire can only burn Yin Qi, evil spirits and other negative breaths. As long as there is a little Yin Qi, it will not be extinguished.
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But Ding Li's formula cannot reach this level. As long as the Yin Qi is weak to a certain extent, the flame cannot continue to burn. What's more, in addition to these two burning forms, Ding Li also has an explosive form in his arms, which can be called
These are real magical thunders that subdue demons. In fact, the difference is not big, except that charcoal is added in the form of an explosion.
Huang Yue also knew that Ding Li was no longer good. After burning for a while, the beautiful glazed flame began to dim, and instead revealed an orange-red light. This showed that the Yin Qi had weakened.
Seven oil lamps are laid out in the shape of the Big Dipper, which is the seven stars that suppress the soul. It is said that the Big Dipper is responsible for death, and the South Dipper is for life. The Big Dipper is the constellation that suppresses these dead things.
"Okay," Huang Yue said with a cold sweat: "This thing has been cured!"
Ding Li didn't believe it: "You can cure this thing so easily?"
"You still call it simple?" Huang Yue was furious: "Old man, I've put half my life on the line."
Ding Li had no choice but to shut up. It was time to get to know this old man. He felt that he was gentle and had an overseas Chinese demeanor. Now that they have been in contact with him for a long time. After fighting together, he realized that he was just another bad old man!
If he had known it earlier, he would not have called the police. Ding Li felt a little regretful. Calling Zhang Lianjiang would be regarded as calling the police. Who made him and the police unclear?
At this time, the sound of sirens could be heard, and it seemed that there was a big fight. Ding Ligang wanted to call Zhang Lianjiang to say a few words, but found that there was no signal on his mobile phone.
Then there was a snap, and the power went out. A power outage in this kind of environment is really terrible, and only the light of seven oil lamps was left.
Another exclamation came from the bedroom, and Ding Li was startled. He only heard Chen Xuecheng say: "It's okay, it's just a power outage!"….
Wang Xiaoyu helped Ding Li get the copper coin sword out, but did not go in until then. He stood behind them and watched from a distance. At this time, he was afraid of the power outage and clung to Ding Li's body.
Ding Li noticed that Wang Xiaoyu was trembling slightly again, and quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here and it's been solved. It's just a power outage now!"
Before Ding Li could finish his words, the sound of the window breaking sounded again. At the same time, the wall next to the door fell down as if it were made of sand. The strong wind blew out all the lights.
In the midst of everyone's exclamations, without saying a word not to move, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at everyone.
Ding Li had several black eighty-one sticks pointed at his head. He didn't even dare to move his little fingers, for fear of causing some misunderstanding and provoking the armed police to shoot.
Several bright lights were shone in, exposing the situation in the room to everyone's eyes. The armed policemen performing tasks below would definitely not know what was going on. Even if they met a conscientious superior, they would at most
It's also a vague reminder: "Things are not going right, brothers, be smarter!"
Even if I was mentally prepared, the scene in front of me was still extremely horrifying. A burned corpse, seven strangely placed oil lamps, and a nest of men and women all seemed extremely weird no matter how I looked at them.
"No," Ding Li watched helplessly as all the oil lamps were extinguished and the Yin Qi in the room rose crazily again. But now he could only watch helplessly, not daring to move.
A dime officer started to use the intercom to contact his superiors. The situation here was so strange that he didn't know how to deal with it.
At this time, a young soldier made a cry of horror. Mao Yi, who was in contact, glanced at him dissatisfied and shouted: "What are you making all this fuss about? It's not a shame!"
The soldier seemed to have an egg stuffed in his throat: "Platoon leader, platoon leader..., that dead man is moving!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt that the coldness in the room had become a little more intense. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily fixed on the charred corpse. There was only one dead person here.
It seemed like it was really moving. Yimao swallowed his mouth and vomited. He aimed his gun at the scorched corpse involuntarily. But it seemed like he was dazzled, and the scorched corpse didn't move at all.
"Take it away, take it away. Take it all away!" Mao Yi ordered anxiously as if to cover up the cowardice in his heart just now.
"Yes," the soldier who received the order went up and put the charred corpse into a bag. From the beginning to the end, there was no movement at all.
Mao Yi looked at Ding Li and others, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he didn't know if he was angry or angry: "Take all these people back!"
Ding Li grimaced. If that thing moved just now, it would be troublesome but it could still be solved. If he was taken back to the bureau, it would be really hard to explain.
Fortunately, Zhang Lianjiang and a few people rushed over in a hurry with large and small bags, and were a little dazed when they saw the situation in front of them.