The art of lowering one's head is a kind of witchcraft spread in the southwestern Miao region.
If you want to descend, the person who is surrendering will have to take a lot of risks. You may even have to endure pain. If you are not careful, the spell will backfire, and the person who is surrendering will die. Therefore, if there is no big benefit,
In conflicts or blood feuds, generally no one will perform this kind of magic. Head-dropping is a kind of evil magic, and it is a spell that can hurt people. Therefore, it is banned in many countries. The status of head-dropping master
They are also very low-income. They are ostracized by others and usually hide or walk in the mountains. They rarely go to crowded places.
Among the head drops, the most powerful one is the Golden Silkworm Blood Curse. It is also called the Lost Soul Skull. The person who drops the head must have special powers, otherwise half of his life will be lost in the next blood curse. The Golden Silkworm Blood Curse is even more powerful.
Those who descend will die. If nothing happens even after casting this curse, then that person must be a powerful person among the descendants and possess special powers.
The descending person needs to use his own essence and blood as a guide. When descending, use a clean blade to cut the middle finger of his right hand, squeeze out a drop of blood on the descending object, and combine it with a spell to enhance the power of the head-lowering technique. And be descended.
The person must let the descendant break the spell in order to solve it, and the method of solving it is only known by the person who descended. In other words, if the descendant cannot be found before the person being descended dies, and the descendant is willing to break the spell for the person being descended,
, then the person who is descended will definitely die.
However, the possibility of letting the descender break the curse is very small. Because when the descending master's head-lowering spell is cracked, the head-lowering master will be counterattacked by the head-lowering spell. A head-lowering master with insufficient skills will often be decapitated by himself.
He will die if he counterattacks and breaks his skills. Even if the master has profound skills, he may suffer a backlash and severely weaken his vitality. He must urgently find a secret place to recuperate in order to escape the disaster of breaking his skills.
There is also a saying that if you want to remove the head-lowering technique without being backlashed or killed, the head-lowering master needs to pay a certain price, and no one can explain the price. Therefore, even if you find the head-lowering master, you may not be able to
Let the lowering master relieve the person being lowered.
When I brought Yijun back to the inn, I immediately went to find a doctor. Unexpectedly, all the doctors in Xianyang City were so frightened that they ran away on the spot after seeing Yijun’s symptoms. Even those who didn’t ran away were frightened.
Not lightly. Although they didn't know about this kind of head-dropping and blood curses, they had practiced medicine for many years and could tell that this kind of head-dropping was done by a very powerful head-dropping master. So they left one after another.
Finally, Lian found a senior doctor from Jin State in Xianyang City to see us. He sighed and frowned and told us the above eloquent words.
Thinking of the boy in gray robe, and the way he deliberately bumped into Yijun, it was obviously planned for a long time. Our traces must have been discovered when we entered Xianyang City. And Yijun became them
The goal.
Because they understand that Young Master Jin himself has no weaknesses or flaws, and his only fatal weakness is his most beloved daughter. Therefore, the target became Yijun. Along the way, we were secretly protected by the people of Jin Kingdom.
Yes, I didn't expect that such a big mistake would happen. I actually underestimated them, and they focused on four-year-old Yijun.
They are really inhumane for treating a four-year-old child so cruelly. Since they are so looking forward to seeing me, An Jin, then I will fight with them. It is me they want to deal with, and I don’t want Yijun to suffer any injustice.
due harm.
I don't know how cold I have become, and I don't know how I tricked the thin, mute slave boy in the dungeon built by Jin State in the Later Qin Dynasty to the only clue I have in my hand now.
When the old doctor left, he only said that it would take at most one month. If he still could not be surrendered after one month, Yijun would slowly begin to rot and pus all over his body, and then those corpse insects would begin to twin out from the place where he descended.
, began to suck at her body, and finally the blood drained out and she became a mummy.
One month, I only have one month at most.
So even though I knew this was just a trap to lure me in, I went there without hesitation. Because only when I reached the end of the trap could I see the head-dropping master and have a chance to capture him and lift the blood curse on Yijun.
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On the paper held in his hand, there were only a few words written on it: Liuyue Villa in the suburbs. Tu Migui, the miracle doctor.
This person doesn't know how to solve it, but he knows how to solve it and who can solve it.
When I arrived there, the sky was slightly bright, and my eyes were a little red and sore after not sleeping for a few days.
When I got there, I saw a very old manor. The bluestone walls were covered with green vines. The stone lion in front of the gate was a little tilted. Two old and tattered red lanterns were hung in front of the gate.
Swaying in the somewhat desolate wind.
I looked at this strange and weird old house. After calming down, I walked over and knocked on the door.
The sound of ancient trees being knocked up made a creepy sound in the desolate and quiet surroundings.
I waited for a long time, and then an old man with a hunched back came to open the door. When he saw my expression, he seemed to have known that I would come.
"Is something wrong, Master?"
I saw that his eyes were a little cloudy, but there was a trace of clarity. In this case, I didn't have to hide. I looked at him and said respectfully: "Junior An Jin is here to visit."
"Oh." He nodded lightly, without informing me, he opened the door and let me in.
He lowered his eyebrows and said, "My village owner has been waiting for you for a long time. Come in."
I nodded and stepped in. Only then did I realize that the manor was the same inside and outside. It looked like a manor that had been abandoned for a long time. There were fallen leaves and weeds everywhere, and the house was also old and dilapidated. It looked a bit like a supernatural event.
A place or a haunted house.
After thinking about it, I feel ridiculous. The past is past, why do I still remember those ghost stories and horror movies I watched in modern times?
Thinking about it, I was so naive and ridiculous.
Under the leadership of the old slave, I followed him through the many winding corridors and several curved arches. The whole journey was eerily quiet, and it was a scene of decay and decay. Even the corridors that had not been repaired for a long, long time.
The flowers and plants in the garden were withered.
This villa seems small, but it has thousands of twists and turns, layer upon layer, as if there is no end.
I followed him all the way. He didn't speak along the way, and I didn't ask anything. Everything was eerily quiet, not even the chirping of insects or birds. Everything seemed to be still, and I seemed to be in a freeze.
In time and space, this place is isolated from the world and far away from the place where people live.
My expression was indifferent, but I could tell that this courtyard was definitely not as simple as it seemed. It was surprisingly weird.
Finally, in an inconspicuous corner room, he stopped. I looked around and saw the lush green bamboo forest, which was a bit eerie. Even the air was cold, and my face was ice-cold by the slightly floating wind.
Somewhat painful.
"Master, people have brought it."
A hoarse voice came from inside the room. It seemed to be an old man. He hummed lightly and said, "You go down first."
I held my breath. The person inside was Tu Mi, the strange doctor.