Is he the only one left
Although the view from the top of the wall is wider than that on the bluestone slab, it is not much better. There are fire walls of varying heights everywhere in the house, blocking most of the scene. What Xue Xian saw was nothing more than white leather, daiwa, bluestone slabs, and some narrow doors that could not be passed through.
He stared at the narrow door that existed in all directions, east, west, north and south, and then glanced at the high and low walls, and he had some calculations in his heart.
In this kind of static square mansion, if you encounter ghosts hitting the wall, and want to break out of the formation, all you need to do is follow the eight-door Dunjia.
Opening the door, closing the door, living the door, wounding the door, Dumen, Jingmen, Jingmen, and death are all variables. If you go wrong, at best, you will not be able to get out of this situation, and at worst, you will be killed or injured.
This house is surrounded by four squares, and the so-called eight gates are also one layer by one layer, so it must be quite laborious to solve.
Xue Xian's identity was different from ordinary people, and he didn't spend time thinking about these broken things. As far as the first half of his life is concerned, these things don't play a big role in him either. He never thought that he would have a day when he would have difficulty moving and hit a ghost wall.
So, let him sit here and figure out where is the gate of life and where is the gate of death, it is better to give him two knives to have a good time.
"Let me drag my two waste legs around to find someone?" Xue Xian snorted and said, "Why do I hate myself so much?"
He was used to being arrogant, and unless it was a last resort, he wouldn't shamelessly toss himself to death. If it's really a last resort... Then just kill it.
Even the wind in this dilapidated house is pitiful, and he can't even find anything to borrow from. Even if he figured out where to go, how should he go? Climb over or move over
Just thinking about that scene made Xue Xian feel a toothache.
Dream about it, whoever likes to crawl, he doesn't crawl anyway!
Xue Xian leaned against the tree trunk, bit the tip of his tongue and thought for a moment, then reached out and touched the back pocket in his arms, and took out a piece of yellow paper.
The yellow paper was twisted and folded a lot. Seeing that this thing had entered Xue Xian's hand, it had not had a good life. Xue Xian disliked it quite a bit. He held one end between his two fingers and shook it away a bit. I saw a group of dog crawling characters that my mother didn't know was painted on the yellow paper.
But Xue Xian knew it.
When he passed Raozhou Mansion, he got it from a fortune teller Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest had a slanted moustache, a rag crown, and a green mark at the corner of his eye, whether it was a birthmark or a beating. He stayed beside the bridge all day, and through fortune-telling and rewriting, he sold a lot of yellow talismans he made and painted. This man is also a strange man. Since he wants to sell talismans, he should practice a few words that can confuse people. This old man is quite good, holding a dog crawling calligraphy and painting yellow symbol, he is not ashamed at all, and he is not afraid of not being able to sell it.
Xue Xian stayed under his hexagram booth for a few days, and glanced at the yellow talismans he drew. Most of them were things that could only be used as decorations, but only a few had smooth strokes and could be used for small uses.
It's just a little use.
For example, the yellow talisman that wards off evil spirits can actually drive away insects and ants; it is said that the yellow talisman that can prolong life can actually relieve a small ailment.
This picture in Xue Xian's arms was drawn by him looking at the Taoist priest.
"Chengnan Longjun Yunleizu Town." Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and lazily read out the words on the talisman one by one. Most of these words have been looped around eight hundred times, like earthworms, with nine bends and eighteen bends, and it is difficult for him to remember them.
Just listening to this content, you can almost guess that this is a talisman to invite thunder, and I don’t know what the Taoist priest is doing when he has nothing to do.
But it is said to invite thunder, just this crumpled yellow talisman, it must not be able to invite any southern dragon, at most, it can attract two cloud threads to block the sun. But the same yellow talisman was different when it fell into Xue Xian's hands.
Because what Nanfang Longjun was invited on this talisman, if he was not talented, he probably referred to Xue Xianren.
Although he can't be a demon himself with this papery body now, but using a yellow talisman as a matchmaker, he can still try it somewhat.
So he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, opened the cork, and a smell of fishy and sweet mixed with a strange cold fragrance vaguely dissipated.
Xue Xian frowned, even if it was his own blood, he never felt that it smelled good.
He flattened the yellow talisman in his palm, and dripped a drop of dark red blood from the small porcelain bottle, and the blood beads instantly melted on the yellow talisman.
Xue Xian took the porcelain bottle and threw Huang Fu out.
When the paper talisman left his hand, an open flame suddenly burst into flames from the center of the bloodstain, and it burned clean in an instant.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and a turbulent tide of clouds rolled in from a distance.
The sky suddenly turned dark, as if it had been splashed with wet ink. The bright cobwebs slashed down from the nine heavens, and a