Chapter 10 Chapter 10: Behind the scenes, the uncle meets the uncle again

The word "Tong" was like thunder on the ground, and I was shocked even when I spit it out. At this moment, I felt a great light. This beauty's head felt as if it had been struck by thunder, a lot of black liquid gushed out from every part of her facial features.It made a more stern cry than the first time, and the sound was beyond the range of human ears. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head, which seemed to be full of pain, even my head It's going to explode.Not only that, the golden silkworm Gu that has been in my body finally started to become irritable. As far as I know, the most taboo for semi-spiritual bodies like Golden Silkworm Gu is high-frequency ultrasound.

The beauty's head stopped biting me and flew upwards, but I felt my ears were bleeding, so I couldn't help covering my ears with my bloody hands. After it floated into the air, it was like a jellyfish, dragging a lot of internal organs and intestines, and then staggered and flew forward. If you beat a snake and don't die, you will suffer from it, and there will be endless troubles in the future.Am I a person who tolerates adultery? I struggled to get up, sprinted 100 meters, and ran forward. The winter of 2008 was extremely cold, and the wind was howling in my ears, but it reduced the pain that had just bit my heart.Three packs of black dog blood were poured down, and then my mantra resonated with the shock, and the red mist around the beauty's head was almost gone. Flying at this moment was like a stupid duck just trying to fly, stumbling all the way, precarious.

I strode after him, my hand already in the bag. There are two packs of black dog blood inside, the last two packs.I adjusted my breathing and let my feet run with the rhythm of my heartbeat. I imagined that I was Xiao Li Feidao, the man who was in love with Tanhua, I imagined that I was Hou Yi who shot the sun, and I imagined that I was the king of snipers and the "white death" of Denmark. Xi Mohaiya... All kinds of great gods swirled in my mind for a while, whoosh - I made a shot, right in the middle. A large amount of blood splattered, and the beauty's head finally fell to the ground, looking like a pool of rotten meat from a distance.

I ran over immediately, raised my foot, and stepped on a string of viscera under the head's neck nervously and viciously. With a click, many of them broke unexpectedly.One was excited, the other was nervous and terrified. I stomped like crazy, crushing the badly injured mass of putrid flesh into minced meat, and then grabbed the guy's hair, like wielding a meteor hammer, and circled a few times. After exercising, he slammed to the ground. The head bounced high like a basketball. The cold wind blew, and the palpitations receded like the tide. I was covered in plasma, cold, and shivered uncontrollably.At this time, a large truck came from the direction of Jiangcheng, with bright headlights dazzling, and a long honking horn.I carried the scorched head upside down and gave way to the side of the road.The truck honked its horn again, obviously very dissatisfied with my behavior on the highway, and then maybe seeing my poor appearance clearly, I felt that the tail of the horn was trembling, without any pause, whoosh All of a sudden, he ran forward desperately.

I felt a tremor on the ground, the wheels of a heavy truck pressing down on the road.The flying head in my hand is still opening and closing its mouth, spitting out bubbles. Its red eyes are looking in the left direction. I followed its line of sight and saw a black shadow lying on the ground on the flat ground outside the highway guardrail.Obviously, I noticed that the black shadow stood up slowly, his body was stiff, and he looked up at me.My eyesight in the dark has been greatly improved. At a glance, I can recognize this ugly and slightly weird face, as well as the horrible tattoo on the exposed neck.

Bassong, a head-down master from Thailand, a man who appeared out of nowhere and turned against me out of nowhere. He stared at me, his eyes glowing in the darkness, I sensitively found that there were bloodstains on the corners of his mouth and the front of his front. Obviously, this old man had already vomited before I found him.Hehehe... Ye owl-like cries and laughter sounded from the darkness. He was actually wrapped in a cloak, and his thin body was wrapped in a black coat, and a mass of blackness moved towards me. I asked him: Bassoon? He nodded and said yes. The beauty's head in his hand moved again, was it "about to move" or "dying struggle"?I don't know, but as a frightened bird, I had no choice but to smash the thing in my hand onto the guardrail of the expressway, smashing it hard, and every time it hit the stone fence, blood splattered everywhere.I was so hard that when I smashed the fourth time, the silky hair finally broke away from the scalp. This hair was like a cannonball, "whoosh", flew to the middle of the highway, and landed like a cannonball. Rolling like a ball.

Basong watched me go crazy coldly, neither stopping nor yelling, as if I were an outsider. However, from his trembling body, he could see the anger contained in his heart. I threw away the corpse hair in my hand, then found a clean ground and wiped it, and then greeted the foreign friend in front of me cordially, saying good evening.He told me that it was unexpected that Your Excellency Lu Zuo was such a powerful person. I looked at him condescendingly, and said something, controlling the soul to descend, controlling the corpse to descend... Mr. Basong is really a thaumaturgy.However, there is a saying that I don’t know if it should be said or not. The technique of lowering the head is against the sky. What is important is that danger and opportunity go hand in hand. If you can learn to control the corpse, you must also have the thaumaturgy of flying the head. .If you dare to bite the bullet and go up and down if you have the conditions, and if you don't have the conditions, you will probably become a big player now. How can you be afraid of the blood of such a black dog in the world, and encounter backlash?

He shook his head, saying that in the past, he would naturally grit his teeth and practice, but in this world, with advanced communication and convenient transportation, there are too many dangers.Among the fellow Xiu Fei who descended from his head, only four of them could pass the two stages without ten fingers, and only one could reach the point of sucking human blood, and this person was sprayed with spray on the fourth night of that stage. Firearms burn alive.What is the practice?Just for longevity, to reach the other shore, if the soul returns to the underworld at this moment, why not just live in the world?

I turned over and jumped off the guardrail of the expressway, stood eight meters away from him, and asked him why he hurt me without talking nonsense. Who knew that he actually asked me a question that I couldn't even think of. He asked me if I had met Wang Luohe? Under my surprised inquiry, I finally knew the origin of everything. It turned out that the matter of Wang Luohe was not over. Miao Gu of my lineage, as mentioned above to the generation of Luo Shiba, is called Dunzhai Miao Gu.Dunzhai is located in the northwest of Dadunzi Town, covered with high mountains and wild ridges.However, Dadunzi Town, forty miles away from Zhaizi, is a transportation hub connecting western Hunan to Guizhou and even southern Sichuan. It has been a place of logistics communication since ancient times.As goods flow, so do people, and the Miao, Dong, Han, and Tujia ethnic groups meet and live together, but they live in peace.

At that time, there was a beggar from the Han family, Huazi, who wandered to and from the Miao family village in the deep mountains. After that, for some unknown reason, he followed the ancestors of the previous generation to start the inheritance of Miao Gu.This person is Luo Shiba, and the secrets in it are no longer enough for outsiders to understand. If they are explored and explained in detail, it will inevitably be another play of "Yang Luchan learning art from Chenjiagou".I don't know how many trials and tribulations he has experienced. Luo Shiba rose up in a certain year, killing bandits, fighting bandits, suppressing warlords, and fellows from Hunan, Guizhou and Guangxi provinces. Gave a great reputation.

That was already a matter of the Republic of China, the name of Han Gu King Luo Shiba was known to people as far away as Xiangxi and Guangxi, and it was Mr. Shen Congwen, who was also mentioned cryptically in the article, and it was a great name.Later, Luo Shiba abandoned the sect's views, instead of leading one by one and passing them down by blood like the senior witches, but recruiting disciples widely, with a total of six disciples.Just when this vein was flourishing, Luo Shiba and his three apprentices went to Dongting Lake in central Hunan to explore the way, and died inexplicably in a dragon cave at the bottom of the lake. Three of the four died, and only one of them returned. It was the autumn of troubled times, warlords were everywhere, the world was in chaos, and human lives were like worthless things. The apprentice faltered and said nothing about what happened that day. After the flag fell, the rest turned into birds and beasts and scattered, and went their separate ways. The apprentice who narrowly escaped from death stayed in this Miao Village, guarding the ancestors and the ancestors with peace of mind, offering sacrifices and celebrations. He is my master who died tragically in a ravine with his intestines pulled out all over the place by wild dogs.Wang Luohe's master joined the national army with passion for a while, and then wandered in troubled times and fled to Burma.Basong's master is the seventh disciple of Luo Shiba, an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the school. He was also a man of outstanding talent back then. Thailand, open branches and leaves.Because these two disciples are in the same domain, they also have contacts with each other, and the juniors are also familiar with each other. Wang Luohe and Ba Song are life-and-death friends. Last time he came to China, he handed over his remnant soul with an amber rope. Bassoon's hand. What happened after that, the way of heaven is dark, and Ba Song already knows a thing or two. It's the first time I know these secrets, and I'm not interested in Chen Zhima's rotten millet.So I didn't change my face, just asked so much, don't care about me?You came all this time to avenge Wang Luohe? Ba Song laughed. He said that the side door is dangerous, and it is difficult to walk in the wrong way. If you step in, this life does not belong to you, but depends on God's will.If God tells you to live more, you will live more.If God let you die, you will die, and you can't blame others.Besides, it's not his turn to take care of revenge. Wang Luohe's family also has its own inheritance, and there are many wise people, so they have their own nephews to do it.But when he came, he wanted to find me one thing. "What's up?" "Among the head drop techniques, the flying head drop technique is the most mysterious, and also the most terrifying and weird, ranking first; the poisonous technique, the golden silkworm voodoo, is the most able to communicate with the spirit world, and is in harmony with itself. Both of them are the best way, However, Tao and Dao are different after all. The same name has thousands of methods. In addition to the golden silkworm Gu, which was destroyed in the war, except for the five poisons of Miaojiang, the thirty-six caves of Miao and Dong, only Luo Shiba, the king of Han Gu. There is inheritance. As for Luo Shiba's lineage, only you know about it." "So what?" "Xu Banggui, the tortoise son, is a traitor who killed his master. How can his remaining veins be able to enjoy the method of nurturing the Golden Silkworm Gu?" Basong suddenly shouted: "You poor bastard, What ability do you have to enjoy this golden silkworm Gu? I don't accept it..." As he said, he took a step forward and sprinkled a handful of black sand towards me. The stench was unbearable, and the rain beat like a waterfall.