Chapter 25 Chiyang Hand
After reading it all, I felt that the wording of this prescription was simple and unsophisticated, and it was deviant. It claimed to be a kind of witch medicine, which was handed down from an extremely long time ago. There was a barbaric and barbaric charm between the lines. If it weren't for some explanation in his mind, Ordinary people don't know how to use it even if they see it.
However, this method sounds strange, but it also has a somewhat unique truth. You need to mix the juice of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds with your own blood and hair to make a medicine. After feeding it to the poisonous insects in captivity, the poisonous insects will not only get close to the owner of the blood, but also the poisonous Slight changes will occur, which will not have much effect on the owner of the blood.
Bai Mo didn't waste any time. There were still some poisonous insects and poisonous weeds he had collected before, and he could barely make up a pair for use. According to Fang Zi's instructions, he took out a pottery jar, poured water into it, set up a fire under the jar, and waited until it was boiling. When it boils, add the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds in batches.
"." Then, while stirring the jar with a wooden stick, he recited something unknown. According to the explanation on the prescription, this spell has an inexplicable power, which can make the power of the witch medicine Metamorphosis occurs.
Although I don't know the deeper meaning, as the wooden stick stirs, the water in the tank turns green at a speed visible to the naked eye. The green liquid medicine keeps rolling in the tank, and bubbles pop out from time to time.
At this time, Bai Mo pulled a few hairs from his head and threw them in. The next moment, the water level dropped rapidly. After a while, only about [-]% was left.
"The time has come!" After more than half an hour, there was only a small bowl of medicine left, and it became as thick as pulp and difficult to stir. Bai Mo quickly bit his finger and dripped two drops of blood from his fingertip.
Strangely enough, when the almost solidified liquid medicine met the blood, it diluted instantly, and then a large amount of white smoke emitted, and even the color of the medicine liquid changed from green to yellow.
Bai Mo couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and quickly poured the remaining liquid into a small bowl, but only a thin layer was left. Under the moonlight, the liquid was crystal clear, like amber.
He sniffed it, and a very strange smell came out, like pickles that had undergone transformation after a long period of time, just like the description.
"Is this done?" Bai Mo looked suspicious. Is it that simple?He felt his body carefully and found no changes. He breathed a sigh of relief. This theory of bad luck was indeed unreliable.
With a smile on his face, he excitedly went to a corner of the courtyard, opened a stone slab, and took out the incense burner containing the flying wood carefully opened a gap in the incense burner, poured the liquid in the bowl into it, and then pressed the incense burner under the heavy stone again.
The Flying Wood Centipede had been hungry for half a month and had long lost its original vitality. It lazily nestled in the incense burner. When it suddenly encountered food, it suddenly became excited and made a rustling sound in the incense burner.
"After eating and digesting this thing, you can start using it in about twelve hours." After doing this, Bai Mo yawned and walked towards the house.
Early the next morning, in the Huangfu Ancestral Hall.
Huang Sheng absent-mindedly lit incense on the tablets of his ancestors. The huge ancestral hall was empty except for him. The rest, whether they were servants or family members, all retreated outside the courtyard where the ancestral hall was located. The worship was not over, and no one could No entry.
"Then Bai Mo couldn't even take a casual blow from me half a month ago, how could he suddenly have such strength?" Thinking of Chi Yang's hand, Huang Sheng felt depressed and puzzled.
After a while, he shook his head, forced himself to calm down, and looked around the ancestral hall.
Speaking of which, this ancestral hall was very weird and was not allowed to enter or exit on weekdays. He only broke into it once when he was a child and was beaten by his father. Huang Sheng thought about it and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He glanced around and landed on a small cauldron in front of him. It looked like iron but not iron, and looked like wood but not wood. It was only the size of two fists. It was dark in color and glowed with a faint cold light. There was an unknown thing in the cauldron, like The dyed water has six colors in total. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel sick and tight in your chest for no Sheng took a deep breath, took out a piece of yellow paper with his birthday written on it, cut the tip of his middle finger according to what his father taught him yesterday, smeared the yellow paper with the blood from his fingertip, and put the reddish yellow paper into the cauldron.
Then, he opened his robe, knelt respectfully on the futon, put his hands together, put them against his forehead, and bowed down.
There was silence in the ancestral hall, the only sound was his own breathing.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths. The time spent burning the incense passed in the blink of an eye. Huang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief with regret. Seeing that there was no movement, he was about to get up and leave.
"squeak"
Suddenly there was a strange noise. Huang Sheng looked up and saw a tunnel appearing on the floor tiles in front of him.
"This is..." He hesitated for a few breaths, remembered his father's instructions, and gritted his teeth and walked in.
I don't know when the tunnel was excavated. It was deep, narrow, dark, and very depressing. Huang Sheng turned around, and suddenly a small seven-cornered altar appeared in front of him. The whole body of the altar was emitting a faint red light, as if blood was flowing, and it was full of ominous signs. flavor.
There are some strange patterns carved on the surface of the altar, which are complex and weird. There are thick incense sticks of different colors inserted in each of the seven corners. In the middle, there is a delicate bracelet with six bells of different shapes and sizes hanging on it. Huang Sheng seemed to be confused by the red light, his eyes were blank, and he picked up the bracelet and put it on by mistake.
The next moment, a red light suddenly shot out from the copper bell and disappeared into his forehead.
"Uh." Huang Sheng lost consciousness instantly as if he was struck by lightning, and fell down in the middle of the altar.
At some point, the seven-color incense in the corner of the altar had spontaneously ignited silently. The smoke was thin and of different colors, mixed together, and part of it shrouded Huang Sheng's head, and was inhaled into his lungs of them escaped along the tunnel.
At the same time, a strange tiger roar suddenly came from the Xiling Mountain. It was low and rough, as if there was an air leak, and it was lifeless.
"The hope of entering the Tao!! After waiting for a long time, I finally found the person whose bloodline and destiny are compatible. The method of taking blood and washing the body, the great desire to mess with the fragrance,"
Deep in the mountains, in the dark and deserted mausoleum, a hoarse voice sounded, as if the throat was blocked by a foreign object, "Kill all the blood relatives and be alone, wash my dirty body and cast a demon fetus, go, this frozen body Descendants of my family, go and kill them, transform into human demons, and use the blood of your own clan to forge a fine body of the Great Desire Demon for me.”
Time flew by and it was the afternoon of the next day in a blink of an eye.
Bai Mo put on some decent clothes, took the things he bought yesterday and rushed towards Xiaocang Mountain.
"Huh?" After leaving Yizhuang, he passed by Huang Mansion not long glanced at it and was a little surprised that the door of the Huang Mansion was closed, but he didn't think much and left in a hurry. Today is the day when Li He's mourning period expires. Brother He invited him half a month ago, so he can't be late.
(End of this chapter)