Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

Although he had just personally used crutches to entertain his son out of the house, but if he went to the youngest son's house with three strangers in the middle of the night, the old man Guo still had to call his second son. One hundred percent trust. Open the house Go into the house and turn on the lights.A feeling of deja vu immediately flooded Zhang Yicheng and Zhang Guoyi's hearts. The only place in the world that can compare with this is Zhu Yufen's house. It seems that Guo Mingzhong doesn't eat at home. The smell of fermented food. Hey...Come on, look at this, before you start looking, Zhang Yicheng found a 16-cap notepad on the coffee table in the living room, opened it, and it was densely filled with phone numbers, names, addresses, hospitals and other information, It seems to be Guo Mingzhong's business manual, Ye Xiaolan... On the last page with written content, Zhang Guoyi found that besides a phone number, there was a bracket drawn with a pencil on top of the name.It says to find Li Ming on the 28th.If you look down, there is no content.It seems that this Ye Xiaolan was the last person Guo Mingzhong contacted before he fell ill.

This is the girl in the photo?Holding the notebook, Chen Zheng flipped through it, and found that Guo Mingzhong's recording style was rather strange. There were always some inexplicable words behind many names or numbers and addresses, so he asked Li Ming on the 28th.This is still understandable, what to write, after crossing the river, shout one, two, three, if you don't let go, you can't come over, and other inexplicable words He brought it, and after handing the planner to Zhang Yicheng, Chen Zheng took out the photos from his bag. Give me the car keys, old man, and I'll get the guys up.

After about five minutes, I saw Zhang Yicheng brought up his treasure bag again, without saying a word, took out things, incense burner, mahogany sword, paper talisman, a large mess. Boy, what are you?Chen Zheng seemed a little strange, Calling back the soul, Zhang Yicheng smiled.With photos and names, we should be able to recruit.If this Ye Xiaolan is already dead, then we can recruit her soul and bring her back, which can still make Zhu Libo marry and fulfill the oath. Just a few hairs will do. Bring back the soul?How to bring it back?Chen Zheng's eyeballs almost fell off. Just use this, Zhang Yicheng pointed at the dead jade, and then use this to be on par with Zhu Libo

This...you...Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Guoyi, then at Zhang Yicheng, young man, are you sure you are not joking. Yes, Zhang Yicheng nodded solemnly, Uncle Chen, I am serious.I know you don't believe it, but not believing it doesn't mean you don't have it, you are a typical idealist! Do you know what the definition of idealism is?Chen Zheng asked unconvinced I know!There are textbooks, I think, therefore I am, this is idealism.On the contrary, I don't think, so I am not there, which is also idealism. In layman's terms, I hold Sister Feng and think of Cang Jingkong, and Cangjingkong is Sister Feng.Even when he hugged Song Zude and thought it was Guan Zhilin, then Song Zude could also be Guan Zhilin.In short, no matter if it is Sister Feng or Sora Kurai, Song Zude or Guan Qiuqiu, whatever you think of him, you will decide what he is.On the contrary, if you think Sister Feng is Sister Feng, then he is Sister Feng. Whether it is Sister Feng or Sister Feng, or Kurai Sora brand Sister Feng, as long as you believe that he has everything or nothing, everything depends on your own judgment.Sister Fengfeng, the well is empty, the ancestors are virtuous, everything is nothing, everything is there, what is and what is not, nothing can be transformed into being, what is and is not, what is not and what is...

Chen Zheng collapsed on the spot when he gave Zhang Yicheng this set of modern idealist theories, thinking that this kid was sent by the enemy to mess things up, right?After going around for a long time, it turns out that this kid is not easy in the future. It is a waste of talent to be able to describe the post-modernist Feng Jie as a classic aestheticist, and not to be an expert. As for whether this theory is established or not, this is foreign language, and it is still important to do things right now.I saw that Zhang Yicheng had already drawn a big circle around the dead jade with incense ash, and then stepped out of the circle, pointing at Zhang Guoyi and the old man Guo and his son, you all go to the kitchen, Uncle Chen stays behind, and Zhang Guoyi and the other three enter After entering the kitchen, Zhang Yicheng slammed on the kitchen door, and sprinkled a thin layer of incense ash on the kitchen door.

I?Chen Zheng was taken aback, what am I doing here? Holding this, Zhang Yicheng stuffed the mahogany sword into the In Chen Zheng's hand, Uncle Chen, let me read a sentence, and you read a sentence after me. This... I think it's better to forget it!Chen Zheng was depressed for a while. Hey Uncle Chen, don't you believe it?Zhang Yicheng was taken aback, why didn't he dare? I can not?Chen Zheng stared.Just like a child, it's so simple that a provocative method is actually used, you read it! It should be said that in the traditional concept, people tend to collectively refer to all strange and strange spells as spells, but strictly speaking, spells and spells are completely different things.

The method tends to be subjectively driven, and has relatively high requirements for the caster's own cultivation. For example, Zhang Guozhong's Yanghun method in Bashanbai. The pulse makes the yang qi go down, so people will die soon.And its soul will contain a lot of yang energy. Using this method to exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts is a bit like fighting poison with poison, but the second-time performer must know how to use true energy, and laymen must not be able to do it. But surgery is different. In Taoism, the concept of surgery is mostly biased towards objective guidance, such as this spiritual summoning.The emphasis is on the formula process, and the requirements for the caster are not high, as long as it is a living person, even male and female, as long as the materials are complete and the formula is correct, even a layman can summon the soul.

In the field of art, summoning souls can be said to be the most basic introductory technique. The process is simple, and the formulas are not complicated. According to Zhang Yicheng's vision, as long as Chen Zheng has the IQ of parrots, he can finish the whole set of formulas with himself, basically If you can complete the process of summoning souls, it is up to you to believe it or not. The reason why Zhang Guoyi and others have to avoid it is entirely because the yang energy at the scene of the soul summoning cannot be too strong. Compared with the men's bathhouse, no soul dares to approach it.

Halfway through the mantra, Chen Zheng's face turned pale.Cold sweat rolled down layer upon layer on his forehead.Both legs also began to tremble, psychological effect, psychological effect, Chen Zheng tried to comfort himself.He recited two or three more verses.I just feel that the mahogany sword in my hand is like an ice skate under the eaves of the twelfth lunar month, and it hits my hand coldly.The hand holding the sword seemed numb from the cold.There was a coolness from the soles of the feet to the back of the head.Psychological effect, psychological effect.Even though his jaw started to tremble even when he spoke, Chen Zheng just had no evil intentions.In the end, even the tongue is not sharp.When reciting the mantra, the upper teeth collide with the lower teeth.

It won't be such a big reaction!Zhang Yicheng felt something was wrong, although he felt chills all over his body when he practiced calling back souls for the first time, but it was not so serious.Besides, he was only a thirteen-year-old child. Although Chen Zheng is not a boy, he is at least an old man.From the outside, he looks tall and strong, and his physical fitness should be good. How could there be such a strong reaction. Miss it!Chen Zheng looked at Zhang Yicheng tremblingly, the mahogany sword in his hand was shaking like a needle on a seismograph. Uncle Chen, give me the sword!You also go to the kitchen, Zhang Yicheng grabbed Chen Zheng's wrist, trying to get the sword back, but it didn't matter, the sword fell into the incense ash with a bang, at this moment, Chen Zheng rolled his eyes, his throat gurgled, already A sign of imminent enlightenment.

Fuck me, Zhang Yicheng was so frightened that he even uttered swear words, without saying a word, he used his foot to push away the incense ash at the kitchen door, and opened the kitchen door.Come out, surround him quickly, quickly. what.Zhang Guoyi was watching with enthusiasm, thinking that Zhang Yicheng had deliberately arranged all of this, what's wrong?what happened?What's wrong? Hurry up to surround, Zhang Yicheng didn't have time to explain, while motioning for everyone to surround Chen Zheng with his hands, he took out a small red bottle from the treasure bag, opened the lid and sprinkled cinnabar under Chen Zheng's feet.It's okay not to scatter, but when he slapped it, Chen Zheng's upturned face immediately turned around, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yicheng.At the same time, a gloomy laugh came from the corridor outside the door. Dad, did you hear that?Guo Er's face turned pale with fright, the voice just now. Hearing a fart, although Mr. Guo said that his heart was beating, but on the surface he was much calmer than Guo Er. Seeing your useless appearance, other young men are not afraid, but you are afraid of a fart, so stop me. It's okay, it's normal, Zhang Yicheng took out the dragon-scale dagger from the bag while talking, and saw Zhang Yicheng raised the dagger above his head with both hands, and said in his mouth.Five-star town color, light... At this time, there was another muffled laugh in the corridor. The reason why I said it was the sound in the corridor was because the sound was too weird, false and real, making people uncertain what it was Where did it come from? It was like an auditory hallucination or an echo from the corridor. And... here we go again.Guo Er loosened Zhang Guoyi's hand and wanted to run away.Zhang Guoyi came back with a slap, where can you run, come back. Oh my god, Guo Er is about to cry, my younger brother is already like this, and I am the only son in my old Guo family, so please forgive me! At this moment, Zhang Yicheng cursed viciously, holding the dagger in both hands and poking it on the concrete floor. If you say this, you may have used too much force, and you can see four sparks on the ground.The dagger flew one meter away in an instant, leaving a one-centimeter-deep hole on the concrete floor. what!Seeing this scene, even Zhang Guoyi, who has always been calm, turned pale.Yicheng, why is this thing so powerful! I'm stupid, I saw Zhang Yicheng holding each other's wrists with both hands, grinning, tears were about to come down, it's not that the ghost is good, it's that his mother's floor is too hard.To be honest, the trick Zhang Yicheng is using at this moment is called sending ghosts to the ground. Old Liu Tou used it once when he was governing people in Wuling Mountain.What this trick is about is that the sharp blade must be inserted into the ground three points, and the evil will be sent to the underworld with the evil spirit.But old man Liu is on the mountain, the soil is soft, the dagger can be inserted into the ground without much effort, and now it is a concrete floor, the reason why Zhang Yicheng dares to do this now is because he heard his father say that he succeeded in putting the dagger on the concrete floor in Wuhan plugged in.But then again, how could a father tell his son about his embarrassment, so Zhang Guozhong also concealed two key details of the process, one was that the iron was destroyed, and the other was that he fainted. Damn, how did this happen? After moving his wrist, Zhang Yicheng scrambled and scrambled to retrieve the dagger. After a closer look, it was fortunate that the dagger was not broken. I! !Fuck me.Holding the dagger, Zhang Yicheng's eyeballs were about to bleed. Didn't his father say it could be inserted into the concrete floor?I used all my energy, how could this happen. To be honest, Zhang Yicheng didn't wonder why the dagger couldn't be inserted into the concrete floor, because he had never tried it before, what really puzzled Zhang Yicheng was the soul of Ye Xiaolan right now. Theoretically, people who die of illness are normal deaths. No matter how painful the illness is, as long as the illness dies, no matter whether it is overthrown or not, there should be no harm.But at this time, Ye Xiaolan didn't seem to be as simple as dying of illness. At this moment, a gust of wind blew from nowhere in the room, and the photo of Ye Xiaolan, which was originally placed in front of Siyu, was blown onto the wall with a whistling.In the photo, Ye Xiaolan's gaze was fixed on Guo Er.Guo Er originally had his eyes closed, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered something.When he opened his eyes suddenly, he happened to meet the photo on the wall.Wow again and paralyzed to the ground again.what happened?Fortunately, this father is a father after all, seeing his son fell to the ground, Mr. Guo hurried to go, at this moment.Surrounded in the middle, Chen Zheng raised his arm and swung it round to face Zhang Guoyi. It was really sudden. Although Zhang Guoyi reacted quickly, he raised his arm to block it, and Zhang Guoyi couldn't even hum. I fainted on the spot without humming, ah!Seeing this scene, Guo Er, who was paralyzed on the ground, rolled his eyes and passed out. The old man... Before Zhang Yicheng could react, Chen Zheng slapped him in front of his face... I was so stupid that Zhang Yicheng closed his eyes and squatted down.I just felt a gust of bad wind brushing my scalp. If I got hit this time, I would at least have suffered a brain injury. The force was obviously stronger than that of Zhang Guoyi just now. Zhao guy, at this time the old man Guo also reacted, stretched out his hand to pick up the crutch and hooked Chen Zheng's leg, and shouted violently, dragging Chen Zheng to the ground. Damn, the old man is too NB, Zhang Yicheng was dumbfounded. He heard that Cangzhou is the hometown of martial arts a long time ago, and it really lives up to its reputation.Just relying on the old man's hook, it's obviously an exercise in airs.Open your eyes, but now is not the time to watch martial arts performances, I saw Zhang Yicheng stepped on Chen Zheng's back, picked up the dragon scale and patted his arm, a stream of blood immediately flowed down. You son... Before old man Guo could speak, Zhang Yicheng waved a knife and nailed Ye Xiaolan's photo to the wall. The cement is really hard, but the wall seems to be hollow like prefabricated boards. The structure, the dagger with Tongzimei pierced it in for more than half an inch. With this stroke, Chen Zheng on the ground immediately became honest. He only felt that the dark wind in the room blew up a large piece of incense ash on the ground, and continued to flow along the room. The gap under the door leaks out. want to run?I saw Zhang Yicheng took out a talisman from the treasure bag, his fingertips were stained with blood and painted on the talisman three or two times, and stuck it on the door with a snap, and then pulled out the dagger stuck on the wall, turned around and turned around. With a wave of his arm, he slapped the dagger on the dead jade, and the whole set of movements was completed in one go. At the same time, there was a slap in the room, and everything seemed to have returned to calm. I rely on.This is too damn powerful!To be honest, Zhang Yicheng was also afraid after a while. This time, thanks to the old man's walking stick, otherwise it would be more ominous. Young man, Mr. Guo was sweating profusely. He pushed Chen Zheng away. He seemed to be still angry. What's wrong with him?What happened just now? It's all right, Zhang Yicheng's feet went limp, and he collapsed on the sofa Boy, was that really a ghost just now?The old man actually understood in his heart whether my son was harmed by this thing. I don’t know, Zhang Yicheng shook his head and said, sir, to tell you the truth, my father is the head teacher of the Maoshan sect, and I have learned a lot about exorcising ghosts. What your son suffered from is probably not a disease. In the Maoshan sect, it is called Wanshajie Well, it shouldn't be just a ghost thing to be infected with that thing, even if it has something to do with the one just now, it's just one of them. ah?Although I don't know what the so-called Maoshan religion is for, the old man turned pale when he heard Zhang Yicheng say that the thing just now was just one of them.How many others are there?Are they all like this? This... Zhang Yicheng picked up the notepad on the coffee table, there may be as many people as there are recorded on it.