Just when Zhou Shi was calming down, Mr. Mo was already busy. He took out a few bamboo strips from his waist and woven them into a human-shaped frame in a few strokes.
"What are you doing?"
"Save your life." Mr. Mo said, taking out a roll of white paper and pasting it on the bamboo strips, "You kid has provoked the gods over and over again. You deserve this calamity. I can only help you so far."
While he was talking, five paper figures as tall as Zhou Shi stood in front of him.
"I don't know how long we can delay five, but there's no point in having more. Boy, come here."
Zhou Shi stood in a row with the five paper figures, while Mo Lao sat cross-legged and raised his hand, and the black hand spat out by Xue An fell in front of him.
"This is something that fell from the God of Plague." Mr. Mo lit up the cigarette pot, knocked on the ground and said, "Although it fell, it was left behind by the god after all, and it is contaminated with the aura of the true master. If I hadn't taken action,
, you have long since turned into a puddle of pus."
"Is this thing inside Xue An's body?" Zhou Shi nervously looked towards the place where Xue An lay down.
"Well, don't panic, all the diseases spread by the God of Plague are part of his body, and his diseases have been driven out by the locomotive fairy."
As he said that, Mr. Mo sighed: "What kind of walking Bodhisattva can he be called a Bodhisattva with just this level of cultivation? I think the chariot-headed immortal is just an earth god who got a chance. It is difficult for him to deal with the legacy of the plague god, so
That’s why He became like that.”
Zhou Shi recalled the horrific scene of the Locomotive Immortal opening his belly and leaking out all the sacrifices. He thought: It turns out that it was because the Locomotive Immortal could not deal with the legacy of the Plague God, so Boss Che could not send him away, and even preferred to accept the sacrifices.
Even if all the sacrifices are spit out, there will be no escape...
"The two formations I have set up, one can protect the living creatures inside, and the other can isolate the sight of the plague god, allowing us to be temporarily hidden. You can press your belly."
Zhou Shi did as he was told, and was surprised to find that his abdomen was as soft as a pig's bladder filled with water, and he couldn't even feel the existence of the organs inside!
"Your Qi-seeking technique has infected you with a more terrifying disease. If you move even slightly, your internal organs will be reduced to pieces."
"This, this..." Zhou Shi was really panicked. This was the most severe test of life and death among all the weird things he had experienced!
"In this formation, you cannot die for the time being. But I have blocked the sight of the God of Plague, and he may have begun to doubt." Mr. Mo glanced at the sky, "As one of the few gods walking in the world today, a person who cannot
The area sensed by him will inevitably arouse suspicion. If he uses magical powers - or worse, if he himself arrives, then no formation can save you and me.
"So I will immediately lift the 'invisible and inaudible' formation. The God of Plague's sight will cover this place again. I hope he will look away after watching for a while."
"What will happen?"
"God knows what kind of changes will happen, but it is better than the arrival of the true form of the God of Plague." Mr. Mo pointed at the paper figures, "These paper figures are your substitutes and can block you for a while. What methods do you have?
Whatever you use, saving your life is the most important thing.
"If the God of Plague still refuses to look away after the last paper man falls... I will burn the paper for you."
"Wait a minute!" Zhou Shi quickly stopped, "Mr. Mo, are you familiar with the God of Plague? Can you tell me more about..."
"No time." Mr. Mo interrupted him, thought for a while, and made a few gestures on himself with his fingers, "I did encounter the magical power left by the God of Plague, and this is what happened."
Zhao Xuan's voice rang in Zhou Shi's mind: "I heard that during the great epidemic in the capital ten years ago, an old man danced Nuo dance at the top of the city for three days to drive away the disaster. Could it be that you are..."
"Get ready, I'm going to liberate the formation."
"Wait! What about the people in the convoy?"
The guys at Fengde Building are still sleeping under the influence of Huangliang Pillow!
Mr. Mo smiled, with both mockery and pity in his smile.
"Do you really know what you are facing?
"That is the god of plague, a god. If you encounter him, it would be a miracle if you can survive."
The implication is that the lives of the guys will be sacrificed.
"Is there no other way?"
"Except for everyone dying together, nothing. One formation cannot protect so many people, and the formation is not like a golden cudgel. You can make it as big as you want or as small as you want."
Zhou Shi sighed deeply.
"Then I'll go out."
"Your body cannot be separated from my protective formation, you have to think carefully!"
"I've thought about it. Mr. Mo, for some reason, I have a deep understanding of things like karma and retribution. For example, what people owed in the past will one day be paid back... The trouble I caused, I
Carry it yourself." Zhou Shi held the five paper figures under his arm, "I can just walk out, right? I don't need to recite a spell or anything, right?"
"No need." Mr. Mo's strange eyes stared straight at him, "I wish you good luck."
Zhou Shi stepped out of the formation in one step.
At the same moment, his mind seemed to explode. Even though the scene on the road was the same as before, in his eyes, it was as if he had stepped into hell!
Every stone on the loess road, every weed in the field under the curb, and the outline of every mountain in the distance—all are moving, as if they have been given life!
A paper figure suddenly fell apart. The taut bamboo strips popped out far away and rotted on the spot. The torn white paper was also spotted and turned into mud in the blink of an eye!
A scene pierced his mind and made him burst into tears——
Above the wilderness, in the night, the body of the God of Plague dances slowly, casting his gaze.
No, that can’t be called sight, it was a harbinger of the coming of the God of Plague! Through the long river of time, he seemed to have foreseen the scene of the gods being devastated and the color of the heaven and earth changing after the arrival of the God of Plague!
"Pfft!" He opened his mouth, and the blood stirring in his body spurted out as if it had found a breakthrough.
Another paper figurine was shattered. This time, colorful spots appeared on the bamboo strips and mushroom-like lumps appeared.
Zhou Shi made a quick decision, pulled out the iron abacus from his back, and plunged it into the yellow beam pillow.
It was unprecedentedly difficult to fall into a dream this time, because he had brought other guys into the dream before, so he had to shuttle between different dreams.
But these dreams also provided shelter for his soul. After research, he believed that the principle of the Huangliang Pillow was to bring the two souls of heaven and man into a special space, because they were separated from the seven souls sealed in the body.
Because of your soul, you can make your dreams come true.
Therefore, he can rely on the Huangliang Pillow to protect his heavenly and human souls from being polluted by the God of Plague - of course, this protection is temporary.
When he finally "fell" into his own blank dreamland, he didn't dare to relax, but silently thought:
"This is it. Although this place is isolated from reality, it is impossible to completely block the influence of high-level forces.
"This is my only chance to survive."
He calmed down and began to recite silently:
"There are yin and yang in the world, which are separated and combined; there are six evil spirits in the world, which tend to move toward and separate from each other..."