"Your talent is quite good, not too bad. Because of the Yimu gecko you have cultivated for many years, your basic foundation has not fallen down. It is just that you are missing some handy and powerful Gu. I will lend you these six butterflies first. What are you doing these days?
Tian gradually adapted to the control, and if the physical strength can continue to support it, the number can be increased."
"Thank you, thank you, senior." Of course, Alang was very grateful. The other party saved his grandma and also helped him improve his strength. It was like picking up a wallet dropped from the sky.
We dispersed and went to prepare things for three days later. Lin Yue approached me and wanted to say something, but when our eyes met, we suddenly fell silent again. I don’t know if it was shyness or something, but she actually left me.
Saying it's okay, he turned around and left.
In the afternoon, Fatty and I took a bus and went shopping in Kunming together. Even Taozi came with us. She is a woman after all. She probably hasn’t shopped for a long time, even if she went shopping with us.
Things like yellow paper and cinnabar are also very exciting and useful.
"By the way, I have used several Hidden Ink Talismans in the past few days. We should make more this time when we go back. This Talisman is very useful, especially when exchanging hostages. It can be used by surprise." I reminded the fat man.
"What?! It turns out that the Hidden Ink Talisman was taken away by you! I asked why there was a stack missing, and I thought it was lost when the car rolled over last time." The fat man complained, "You don't know that the Hidden Ink Talisman is very difficult to make.
Are you bothering me? Fatty, my back hurts when I make one. Really, I can’t save any money."
I also complained: "Okay, good steel must be used on the blade, otherwise I would be a miser. I have used the Hidden Ink Talisman at critical moments these few times, and I have never wasted it. Don't complain.
, it’s better than being hunted all over the world by then.”
"What Xiaofan is saying is that you have to deal with the evil witch sect. Making a few talismans will tire you out. Look at you, you are still fat all the way. It means you are not tired enough and you need to lose some weight."
Taozi also smiled and agreed with me.
"Wow, even you helped Yang Fan bully me. This kind of tiredness is caused by muscle fatigue, not fat loss, okay?" When the fat man heard that Lian Taozi was also in my camp, he hurriedly protested.
Taozi seemed to be interested, and she exchanged words with the fat man: "Pfft, you have a lot to say here, so tell me, what kind of fatigue can make you lose weight quickly."
"Well, well, this, of course, is the one that consumes the most for men..." The fat man's voice suddenly became softer and softer, and he even blushed, but with a lewd smile on his face, "This
This kind of thing cannot be done by one person, but if you come to help, it will be enough."
"Ah, what did you say?" Taozi didn't understand it at first like I did, and didn't know what kind of riddle he was talking about. However, seeing the fat man's lewd smile, we both knew what he meant no matter how slow we were.
, Taozi suddenly became angry and said viciously:
"How dare you, that damn fat man, tease me? I'll cut off all your fat and turn it into lard!"
While she was talking, she really stretched out her hand to pull the fat on the fat man's belly. The fat man was so frightened that he quickly ran away, while Taozi followed behind, scolding and chasing her. She was not really angry, but more like making a fuss.
Hold me.
I laughed a few times, and suddenly a strange feeling came to my heart. I felt like I had seen this scene before, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of me.
Wan Lin, I think that when I first met Wan Lin, she was also such a lively and lively person. The two of us were playing around, talking and laughing, and the days were full of surprises and surprises.
I thought it would continue like this in the future. Looking back now, many things were just normal at the time.
We chose a good restaurant in the city for dinner, but the three of us were probably too tired from shopping in the afternoon and had no appetite, so most of them were packed up for Lin Yue, Alang and Granny Gui to take back to the hotel.
When I returned to my residence, I found that Alang had returned to the creek yesterday. He was holding a clay pot and seemed to be digging for something at the bottom of the water. Then he threw a white pill into the pot.
Just like ice melting in spring, it dissolved into the water very quickly, leaving no trace of residue behind.
I was a little curious, so I went downstairs to see what Alang was messing with. However, when I got closer to him, I saw his eyes suddenly turned sharp and he took out a bright knife.
I subconsciously took three steps back, but Alang didn't seem to notice my presence. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves, pointed the dagger at his own arm, and slashed hard.
A small piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his body, but he just frowned and didn't even make a sound, as if what was cut off was not the flesh but the nails.
I was shocked and wanted to go up to stop him, but suddenly I remembered that he had mentioned the precedent of feeding Otomu Gage with the blood of his heart. Now that I think about it, it is probably because according to the evil witch cult's method of raising poison, he has to use his own flesh and blood.
Is that what you do to feed the Gu insects?
Sure enough, what I thought was correct, Alang threw the flesh and blood into the river bed where the poisonous seedlings had been planted before, then closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, a bunch of jabbering spells that I couldn't understand at all, probably from the evil witch cult.
The various spells were originally written in the southern dialect.
The bright red blood flowed down his arm and dripped onto the ground along his elbow, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it, chanting the incantation quietly and calmly until dots of bubbles appeared on the surface of the river, and then the movement became louder and louder.
, as if there is something hidden under the water.
At this time, he showed a slightly satisfied expression, and wiped the bleeding area from the stone-like and soap-like objects in his arms. Miraculously, such a large wound just now seemed to be forcibly glued together.
Usually, the bleeding stops instantly, leaving only a scar about the size of a pencil.
I didn't dare to interrupt him before, but now that I saw that the work at hand seemed to have come to an end, I stepped forward. He turned around and said hello to me. Apparently he had noticed my presence for a long time, but it was just because of the hand on his hand.
Things can't stop.
"Were you raising Gu just now? Why do you have to feed it with your own flesh and blood? If you cut off a piece of flesh every day, the skeleton will still be the same in a few years."
I said jokingly, but I was actually quite curious in my heart. The evil witch's method of cultivating Gu was more bloody and sinister than I had previously guessed. Even a third-level Spider Black like Alang needed to use flesh and blood.
Feeding voodoo, not to mention the big shots at the top, if you want to cultivate a top-quality voodoo, you don't know how many living people you have to consume.