Long Kui was extremely weak at this time, blood was oozing from his fingers, and he was holding his hands on the ground as if he was suffering great pain.
"Dad, did the Dragon King of Huangquan take away your twins?" Miss Liu'er asked such a question with her fingers flying. But the great-grandfather didn't understand sign language at all, and he stared at Long Kui and Liu'er's eyes while breathing heavily.
Every move.
Long Kui said nothing after hearing this question and took out three silver needles from his arms.
"What does Long Kui want to do?" Grandpa Tai instinctively shrank back, and for a moment he thought of the scene of ancient masters picking leaves and flying flowers.
But Long Kui did not perform this stunt to Grandpa Tai. Instead, he closed his eyes and pressed a finger under the ear pearl. The silver needle was then inserted a little, and then two silver needles were inserted next to the ear pearl and on the ankle of the mandible.
After the protrusion, after three silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points, Long Kui closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then a trace of black blood oozed from the three silver needles.
When Liu'er saw the black blood overflowing from the eye of the needle, he immediately pressed his fingers on Long Kui's throat, and pulled out the three silver needles with flying fingers. Everything was done in the blink of an eye, which showed that Liu'er's skillful hands made Grandpa Grandpa even more excited.
Feeling a little bit uneasy.
"Ahem, the Ermen acupoint, Tinggong acupoint, and Tinghui acupoint are all suppressed by black blood. It seems that Shuang Cong has been saved." Long Kui was still worried. He held his pulse and listened carefully for a while before saying: "This corpse's painstaking blood
As expected, he was really overbearing. Although he had to be deaf for a month, he managed to keep his ears despite all the odds."
"Well, Long Kui, why are you so deaf? It turns out that you did something to hide it from the sky. But that's enough. At least you won't be able to find me in a month." Grandpa Grandpa secretly sighed at Long Kui's tricks.
Every step was planned by him, but it was a pity that he did not expect this variable.
"Dad, do you want to continue?" Liu Er looked at Long Kui with a pair of watery eyes, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes. Long Kui always seemed to be cold to Liu Er on weekdays, and he might have even been violent to Liu Er.
, but after all, blood dissolves in water between the two of them.
"Shut up, you only have one life. If you don't catch him closely, you will lose it." After Long Kui said this, he spit out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up.
Liu'er was scolded and could only follow carefully. At this time, Liu'er had a big mortar and pestle in his hand. The mortar and pestle also looked very strange. The mortar was made of black jade, and the pestle was made of white jade. These two
Even a layman knows that the texture of the thing is of extraordinary quality, but what attracts attention is the shape of the mortar and pestle. The mortar is in the shape of a dragon, and around the pestle are pictures of phoenixes facing each other, which makes people always feel that the mortar and pestle has something symbolic.
"Bloodletting." Long Kui didn't have much strength anymore and could only utter two words.
Liu'er didn't refuse. He pulled out a dagger from his calf, held the dagger blade in his hand and exerted force. As soon as the dagger broke through Liu'er's skin, he began to suck Liu'er's blood desperately. The last of Liu'er's white hand
All the blood was drained away.
"That's enough, do you want to die?" Long Kui shouted, struggled to get up and snatched the dagger blade off with his hands. Then, Long Kui followed Liu'er's example and opened his palm and took out a wisp of blood from the palm.
"Phoenix mortar and dragon pestle." After Long Kui finished speaking, he placed the dagger upside down on the mortar and pestle. He saw a pillar of blood gathering in the hollow of the blood groove in the center of the dagger. What was even more amazing was that the blood did not overflow or drip.
"Cinnabar, black jade." Long Kui said as he took the mortar and pestle from Liu'er's hand.
The cinnabar and black jade were quickly placed in the center of the mortar and pestle. It was strange that the blood in the blood tank seemed to be missing some restraints, and it dripped on the cinnabar and black jade.
The man knelt on his knees, holding up the dagger in one hand and pressing the mortar and pestle firmly on the ground with the other. Then he closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, but the words were not in Chinese. Grandpa Grandpa said it sounded like the words of the Miao people,
It's a pity that I don't know what he is thinking about.
I don’t know how long it took for the man to knock down the pestle in his hand hard, but his mouth still didn’t stop. The seemingly hard cinnabar and ink jade were like meeting a nemesis when they hit the dragon pestle, and they were instantly struck.
It was crushed into pieces.
When the dragon pestle was struck for the second time, the fragments were no longer visible, but small fragments of various sizes. When the dragon pestle fell for the third time, the fragments had turned into powder, mixed with red and black powder. But among the powders
Unexpectedly, I couldn't see the previous blood, and I didn't know where these things had gone.
When the third blow was completed, the dragon pestle was lifted from the mortar, and blood began to surge out from under the powder. The blood and the red and black powder began to merge, and actually formed a human face in the mortar.
"Chaos has just begun, take me to that place." Long Kui smiled coldly and pounded the dragon pestle in his hand.
The fourth blow was hard on the tip of the nose of the person's face, and then he slowly squeezed the face inward. The person's face seemed to be in great pain, and he opened his mouth to scream, but only a "plop" sound was left.
.The entire human face was torn open by the dragon pestle, like a head that had been smashed open, and the contents inside were scattered everywhere.
Only then did Grandpa Tai realize that Long Kui's position was at the center of the Nine Palaces and Bagua array, and the contents of the wind mortar just happened to splash into the Nine Palaces and Bagua array.
"Open it, the king of the Long clan, open that door for the descendants of the Long clan." Long Kui was like an oil lamp at this time. He had reached the point where the oil was exhausted, and he raised his head and roared.
The mixture that splashed on the ground seemed to have heard the call and began to slowly spread out. After five minutes, there was a round Tai Chi in the entire Nine Palaces.
This Tai Chi is Tai Chi, but it is a complete circle with no yin and yang divisions. It always looks weird.
"Chaos won't open, chaos won't open! Thirty years, I've been waiting for this day for a full thirty years." Long Kui clearly couldn't accept the scene in front of him, and pointed two fingers towards his throat.
"Dad, no." Liu'er knew clearly that Long Kui could no longer hear the sound, but she still shouted out instinctively.
My great-great-grandfather was even suffering from angina pectoris. Do you want to commit suicide like this? Wouldn’t my life be in vain? (To be continued)