The clearly extinguished lights no longer flashed, and they returned to normal like an old TV that was disrepaired.

Blood was left on the ground of the old house, emitting a strong smell of blood, and the smell of blood was mixed with a hint of scent.

The dead body was thrown to the ground. Thousands of years of erosion have made the corpse extremely fragile. It instantly collapses when it falls on the ground and turns into pieces of corpse.

The Buddha used all his strength to get up from the pool of blood. The Tang suit on his body seemed to be soaked in blood, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

Under the orange light, you can vaguely see wisps of dark mist on the Buddha's body appearing.

With his wounds of all sizes and wounds pierced by the dagger on his shoulders, you can vaguely imagine how tragic the battle situation in the coffin was.

In fact, the battle situation was even more deadly than the injuries he showed.

The corpse was dug out from a large tomb in the Western Regions desert. The tomb was incredible, as if a dragon and a tiger were swallowed into it, and even he could only walk on the edge of the tomb.

There, he found the method of practicing witchcraft and the ancient corpse.

He knew that this ancient corpse was the basis of the curse, so he brought it back.

But I didn't expect that one day I would fight the ancient corpse I brought out. This thing was extremely strange and the external trauma was quite good. What was terrible was the curse that never ended after it was penetrated into the bones.

The Buddha was breathing violently. As a powerful practitioner, he rarely felt like he couldn't get angry, but at this time he was as tired as a dead dog.

Even if you use your arms to support your body, it is a bit difficult.

"Master Buddha, are you okay?"

The old servant ran over quickly, not caring about the blood on the Buddha's body and the black air that looked like a ghost.

But the Buddha stopped him.

"Stay away from me."

The Buddha said these words as if he was holding ice in his mouth, and the breath in his mouth fell on the blood and condensed into layers of frost.

That curse is indeed something that can be killed.

The Buddha thought this way, but his body was full of pain, as if his hands were about to emerge from his body.

But he still forced himself to hold his body and said respectfully:

"Senior, I survived by chance."

The bamboo chair was still shaking, and the sound rang softly.

"Yes, you are alive, which shows that your idea of ​​survival is extremely solid."

"I just asked your servant a question."

"I don't know what the problem is?"

Even though it was difficult for the Buddha to support his body at this time, he still tried his best to ask.

The business seemed to chuckled:

"I asked him how many people he knew were doing what you were doing?"

"He told me there were quite a few people."

The Buddha endured the pain above his body and thought:

"Senior want to know who these people are?"

The voice did not respond, but said lightly:

"There is no end to this matter. I knew this a long time ago that no matter how dark it is, it will be like this. No one will do it because of its darkness."

"Even in this world, even among the three religions and the other three, they each have their own chicken heads and phoenix heads."

The Buddha gathered his eyebrows, not knowing what the senior in front of him wanted to say.

"I'll just ask once, do you want to be the chicken head among them?"

When the sound fell, Master Buddha was stunned, but in an instant he spoke:

"think!"

The shaking bamboo chair paused at this moment.

"You are injured now, but I'll give you a chance."

"Pixie Zhang, you have three days to conquer this person, I will not matter if I live or die."

"In three days, if you don't do it, then you can quit the business."

"good!"

Lord Buddha responded firmly.

The orange light flashed for a moment, and when the bright light dimmed, the hidden existence on the bamboo chair disappeared from the spot.

Only blood was left, broken corpses, the mahogany coffin that was turned into the room, and two living people.

The moment the Buddha left, he fell to the ground and splashed blood from the earth.

The old servant just wanted to get close to him, but was stopped by the Buddha.

"Go and find some water, I need a bath."

"Do you need me to get some medicine?"

The old servant looked at the blood on the Buddha's body and asked with some distress.

Buddha shook his head and said, "It's good for trauma medicine. The power that makes me severely injured cannot be cured by medicine."

"Let me find another clean piece of clothing, find some Guanyin soil to spread here to cover up the blood."

The old servant hesitated for a moment, looked at the Buddha lying in a pool of blood and said:

"Then you?"

"I'm fine, at least I can't die now."

The Buddha used all his arms to support his body and walked out of the pool of blood.

It was strange that his body was clearly soaked in blood, but his feet were on the ground without any blood.

Lord Buddha staggered on a bench, and just such a slight move seemed to kill the whole person.

But... Fortunately, I survived.

Master Buddha took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it, as if he was soothing his mood.

He was almost dead just now.

The curse almost killed him.

Even if he was not killed completely, it was not far away.

The Buddha spread his hands and there was a black mark on the palms of his hands, like countless silk threads gathered.

Master Buddha looked down at his palm and withdrew his gaze, and his mind had already turned to something else.

"Living and living on the top are two different concepts after all."

"But even if I choose ten thousand times, I will choose the latter."

………

The old servant soon brought new clothes and a large bucket for bathing, and injected enough boiling water into it, and boiling steam steamed out of it.

But the Buddha did not feel this hotness. When he entered the wooden barrel, the steaming water quickly cooled down and then turned into red gas to evaporate.

The water in the wooden barrel disappeared quickly, and the Buddha's voice started to sound.

"Continue to heat the water until I say stop and stop again."

The old servant immediately started to move, pouring buckets of hot water into the wooden barrel, and the process lasted almost overnight.

The old servant almost fell to the ground with exhaustion, but he still persisted.

The night seemed to be gradually diluted, and the sky changed from black to dark blue, and from dark blue to light blue.

It was not until dawn in the east that the dazzling golden sunlight pierced the gap of the old locust tree and fell into the courtyard of the old house that the Buddha slowly opened his eyes, but even at this time his eyes were filled with blood, like a man who had not slept for a long time.

He turned over and walked out of the wooden barrel, picked up the clothes next to him and put them on. His body shaking seemed to be much better than last night.

The old servant said happily:

"Master Buddha, are you doing well?"

But the Buddha shook his head and said, "It's not good, I can only say that I can barely die."

"You go and have a rest first, I need to think about how to live well."

"yes!"

………

Buddha walked upstairs into his room, which was simply furnished and casual, with only a desk and a small bed.

On the table was the Buddha's salute. He reached out and opened his suitcase and took out a stone slab.

This is the witchcraft heritage.
To be continued...