Zhong Qijing walked into the middle straw shed, and there were about ten straw mats inside, wrapped in a corpse with a strong smell. There were a few coffins behind it, and the coffin was covered with dust, which was obviously old.

There have been rumors of haunted in this charity village. In the past, a few drunk men walked by the woods at night. They saw a cloud of faint fire floating in the village from afar. Someone was scared to faint on the spot. Then the news became more and more evil. Only the idle servant who sent the corpses in the government dared to come over during the day.

The reason why Zhong Qi came here at night was that he knew that the Youhuo was just Bai Zier. He wanted to show his saints in front of others and practice them to show his Dharma. Bai Zier was a necessary thing.

Secondly, I also want to see if this is really so evil. If there are ghosts and gods who have been searching for it for many years in the past life, but have been completely lost due to the inspiration of heaven and earth, and cannot practice it, there are also methods to practice. Then he went back to the mountain to sit in the gate to practice.

Zhong Qidu walked to the coffin, looked for a older one, and directly lifted the lid, but there was a pile of ashes and messy things inside. Suddenly, Zhong Qi's eyes lit up, and a piece of white and yellow frost attached to the lid of the coffin. When the breeze blew outside the door, a blue-blue flame several feet high was ignited, and it drifted with the wind.

Zhong Qi did not dare to be negligent, so he quickly covered the coffin and closed the air. The flames inside were extinguished. Zhong Qi took out the prepared porcelain bottle, lifted up the coffin lid and reached in quickly, pressed the coffin board to scratch it. This was the case. There were also flames inside, but the temperature was not very high.

After scraping a few times, Zhong Qi quickly took back the porcelain bottle, closed the plug quickly, and shook the porcelain bottle slightly, and there was a sound of dust. Zhong Qi smiled with satisfaction, capped the porcelain bottle tightly, and carefully stuffed it into the bag.

This is still the case behind, uncovering the gap in the coffin and quickly reaching out to scratch the white Lin powder.

When the coffins in several thatched huts were plundered, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Zhong Qi also lifted all the bones and did not see ghosts, but it was not worth it. He scraped more than ten porcelain bottles, but there was no scientific method. In the end, it was not as fast as the air. More than ten porcelain bottles were only filled with a thin layer, and there were about five or six coins of white phosphorus in total, but it was enough.

Zhong Qi came out of the last straw shed. Seeing that the moonlight was disappearing outside, the dark clouds were covered with darkness, he turned back to the straw shed, borrowed a wooden board from a certain guy, wiped it clean, took off the bag and placed it next to him. He took a sip of the strong wine from the gourd, waded on the wooden board, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but Zhong Qi, who was snoring, suddenly snoring, and seemed to feel something. After turning over, he heard a heavy object falling to the ground. Zhong Qi’s eyelids trembled, he suppressed his sleepiness and opened his eyes, cheered up and remained silent.

I don’t know when the day was outside, and the moonlight was revealed again. The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded a few breaths, and gradually approached this side. Zhong Qi looked tight and no longer had any sleepiness. He turned his palms and pulled open the bag, grabbed a handful of cinnabar with his left hand and placed it in front of him. His index finger with his right hand was slightly dipped in white phosphorus, and then he held the index finger tightly in the palm of his hand to close the air.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground became clearer, as if a weight was jumping. Zhong Qi's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but feel panic. Could it be that there were zombies entrenched?

Zhong Qi ate half of his life in his previous life. For more than ten years, Mr. Yin and Yang, Master Duan Gong, has touched all kinds of strange people, not a thousand or eight hundred, but he has never seen strange things. Everything is scientific.

However, it is the first time I saw this evil thing, and I was a little panicked and prayed silently in my heart. If there were really ghosts, I only hope that the true method of the ancestors' generations would work, and cinnabar can really ward off evil spirits.

Dong... Dong... Dong, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground became more and more rapid. Under the cold moonlight, the sound suddenly stopped and no longer sounded, but a black shadow slowly appeared outside the window, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was not sounded. Zhong Qi looked at a black stake standing outside the paper-paste window frame, but his heartbeat, bumping, and jumping.

This feeling was the first time Zhong Qi took up a job with his father in his previous life. When he opened the coffin and straightened the body, he now faced the dark shadow outside the window. Zhong Qi's mouth was dry again, his face turned pale, and his little heart was thumping. He wanted to scream but was so scared that he couldn't scream, but he just held the sword that had not yet opened.

Zhong Qi saw the black shadow standing still, and did not dare to make a sound. After waiting for a while, he lowered his head and slowly took out the bag, preparing to take out a magic seal, throw it over and take a look.

After taking a while, I found a wooden sign with two fingers thick and uneven words, which was the Five Thunder Token. The front was engraved with talisman seals, and the back was engraved with Zhong Qi's entry time of the Tao, Taoist record and other identity information. I raised my head to throw the magic sign, but found that the bright moon outside the window was like a mirror, and the black shadow disappeared.

Zhong Qi felt relieved and was about to get up to check it out. There was a sudden loud noise behind him, and a hole was directly hit by the thin earth wall behind him.

A figure emitting fishy smell all over his body pressed and held Zhong Qi from behind. Zhong Qi pushed his back with his hands, like a slippery hand, like a half-dry blood clot.

Zhong Qi screamed in horror, pressing his elbow against the thing pressing on his body, supporting the ground with his palm, and a huge force came from his back. Zhong Qi gritted his teeth and resisted, and his elbow pressed against the shadow's head.

After several breaths of stalemate, a huge force came from behind. Zhong Qi was thrown out for about a stunning distance, smashed two coffins, fell to the ground, covered his waist and screamed. When Yu Guangshu saw the black shadow rushing towards him again, Zhong Qi quickly turned over and rolled under the coffin.

The black shadow stretched out his hand and rolled down the coffin to the bench. Fortunately, Zhong Qi saw that the opportunity was not good and hid quickly, otherwise he would be almost crushed to death by the coffin. The black shadow came again, and Zhong Qi also moved around and jumped around the house to avoid it.

After several rounds, Zhong Qi finally rushed to the side of the bag, lifted the gourd in his hand, and had these in his hand, Zhong Qi was relieved and finally calmed down to see the dark shadow's face. He was about seven feet long and had no skin all over his body, but was covered in blood. His eyes were sagging. Zhong Qi couldn't help but take a breath and exclaimed: "It turned out to be a blood corpse, who is so cruel?"

There are two ways to say blood corpses. One is that the yin and wet treasure land is generated. After the coffin is opened, the skin of the corpse ulcerates and the muscles are still bright red and not rotten. This blood corpse is only affected by the environment, and in fact it will not cause corpses to hurt people. It is just that in Feng Shui burial, it means that future generations are not good, so they should be moved to the coffin for burial.

Another type is that a sorcerer brainwashs the appropriate ordinary people for a trick, and then uses secret medicine to cleanse them to cause the body to peel off the skin and flesh. Through some means, this blood corpse is really like a puppet controlled by a god general. It is not afraid of death, has broken limbs and has broken heads and can still kill people fiercely. It is called a corpse, but it is actually a skinless living person.

Although it was recorded from the secret book and even Zhong Qi knew the refining method, he had never seen it. However, based on some characteristics, Zhong Qi still judged that the bloody monster in front of him was the living blood corpse refined by the warlock.

As he was thinking, the blood corpse rushed over again. Zhong Qi quickly took the cinnabar and sprinkled it out from the bed. The blood corpse was peeled off the flesh and flesh. He was most afraid of lime, nitro powder, cinnabar, realgar, etc.

A handful of cinnabar powder flew out and was stained on the blood corpse. The blood corpse immediately fell to the ground and rolled and screamed in pain. It was exactly the same as the cinnabar's evil-repelling technique, and the blood corpse finally showed a sharp scream. Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard the sound, and said in surprise, "Is this a blood corpse that was refined by a woman?"

His face was shocked, but his hands kept sprinkling cinnabar until the bag was empty. Zhong Qi looked at the blood corpse rolling and screaming, opened the gourd lid and filled it with strong wine, twisted his fingers into the bag and stained it with white phosphorus.

Zhong Qi raised his sword fingers, as if he was pinching a trick. The white phosphorus ignited a blue light fire when encountering the wind, but the temperature was not high. Zhong Qi aimed at the rolling blood corpse and spit out strong wine. A bowl of fire line stretched out several feet to burn on the blood corpse.

The temperature of the Youqing Phosphorus Fire is not high, but the red flames sprayed out are extremely high, making the blood corpse wail continuously. With a clamor, the male flames rose up and ignited the top of the grass reed.

Seeing that the fire was about to rise, Zhong Qi quickly closed his mouth, turned his fingers back into his sleeve to cover the fire of Mian Lin, picked up the token on the ground, the sword, and turned over and jumped out of the window.

Zhong Qi stood in the yard and looked at Xiong's burning hut. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. The secret technique of blood refining corpse must be brainwashed first, or voluntarily, soaked in potion with medicine for several months to several years, and it took a lot of money to practice it.

Generally, ancient cults refining them in order to rebel. The blood corpse was extremely cruel and extremely obedient. They were not only as powerful as a cow, but also fearless. As long as they were wearing armor, ten or a hundred people could not defeat them. They were all like powerful generals in the army with high martial arts skills.

Zhong Qi sighed. Perhaps she was once a young girl or a good woman, but she was confused by evil magic and was willing to fall into a blood corpse by a sorcerer. Instead of letting her hide in the wilderness while harming people, she was in great pain. People are not like humans, ghosts are not like ghosts, and being burned into ashes by this three-flavor fire, ordinary people are not a kind of relief.

The so-called three-flavor fire is mysterious, but no one has seen it. However, among the magicians of the square, there are secret techniques. The fire is mixed with the fingers, swallowing strong wine or tincture oil, spraying it out, and the line of fire is just one.

The sorcerer's magic is worthless if it is said to be. It always has great magic and small magic. Moreover, these three flavors of fire are not that simple. There are all considerations for how many radish and how to spray wine.

If the wine is sprayed directly, the wine will only be sprayed with a ball of three feet of flame, and the eggs will not work. Therefore, those who practice this technique must first use clean water to practice using their tongue to press the water line between their teeth until the water line is as thin as cotton thread, which can fly about a ft., continuous and freely retract and release, is considered a small success.

Then he continued to practice strong wine and tinder oil, which burned into a high-temperature fire line, and could be used at any time and quickly. Only then could he achieve success. Zhong Qi practiced for a long time in his previous life, and his lips and tongue were burned many times before he could control it freely, just like a divine fire.

Although I have changed my body now, I am like eating, drinking, and talking, and although the skills of refining the soul have declined, they have not been lost. As long as I am a little familiar, I can still use it with ease.
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