I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Xiaoman vaguely feels a little safe in his hands.
Soon the two arrived at Zhangjia Village. Xiaoman looked up and saw countless men and women, young and old, falling to the ground, with broken limbs everywhere and blood everywhere.
"Is there anyone you know here?" The owner of Lingyun Palace suddenly asked.
Xiaoman recovered from his fear, thought for a while and replied: "Yes, there is a little girl, her name is Xiaoman."
"Okay, then we'll find her as soon as possible"
“Why?”
"If you know the name of the deceased, you will cast a spell much faster, or I have to waste time calculating."
Soon, Xiaoman looked for another Zhang Xiaoman under the big tree in the middle of the village. She lay in a pool of blood and had already died of anger.
"Take off your clothes," the owner of Lingyun Palace ordered
"Why?" Xiaoman said in surprise, protecting his chest with both hands
"Spell casting requires" his answer without any emotion
"But, I'm a woman!" Xiaoman protested
"You are only ten years old. I have a baby who is not pregnant. If you don't have any interest, you can take it off. It's okay if you don't take it off. It saves me a lot of trouble. I'm too lazy to help you." His voice is always so ruthless.
Xiaoman gritted his teeth and quickly took off his clothes
"Take off her clothes," he ordered again
Xiaoman took off other people's clothes without hesitation, and took them all out in just a few seconds.
"Listen," his cold voice rang in Xiaoman's ears
"Luck is actually a kind of aura of a human being. If you want to change your fate, you must exchange your aura with others, etc. I will use silver needles and silk thread to connect the 340 acupoints on both of you, so that you two can be used to connect the two of you.
The aura of three hundred and forty silver needles are exchanged into the acupoints, and the pain is very severe. If you can't stand it and faint during the casting process, all your previous efforts will be wasted and you will die of bleeding from the seven orifices."
"How long does it take to last?"
"Two hours"
"Why did it take that long?"
"Because you have a curse, it takes me two hours to get the undead on your body into someone else's body through her body and prepare it, and then start."