Gu Ye took out a small box from his pocket, took out a small cinnabar pen from it, squatted down, drew a magic circle on the ground, and placed the talisman paper in the center of the formation.
He stood up, took a step back, and drew another slightly smaller one.
Get up again and draw again.
Zhao Pengyu watched from the side and found that the magic arrays drawn by Gu Ye were getting smaller and simpler. He asked in confusion: "Gu Ye, what are you doing?"
After Gu Ye finished drawing the last magic circle, he stood up and hooked his finger at him.
Zhao Pengyu walked over and asked, "Need help?"
Gu Ye took his hand and pulled off the cap on the other end of the cinnabar pen, revealing a tiny needle tip. Before Zhao Pengyu could figure out what he wanted to do, his finger hurt. "Fuck! What are you doing?"
Gu Ye explained seriously: "Each formation requires a drop of blood. You are stronger than me, so your Yang energy must be more abundant. Your blood is more useful."
Zhao Pengyu raised his eyebrows, "I think you are simply afraid of pain."
Gu Ye was exposed, but he didn't refute. He pulled Zhao Pengyu to a magic circle and dripped a drop, then pushed him away, "Stay away, don't get in the way."
Zhao Pengyu gritted his teeth. What kind of bad friend is this!
Gu Ye stood in the smallest magic circle, narrowed his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Yangming Dakui, Yuanji Wenchang, Yinjing Taiji, Taishang Xuanji, listen to my order and return to your positions!"
As soon as Gu Ye finished speaking, a middle-aged man who was sleeping in bed more than a hundred kilometers away from here suddenly opened his eyes, widened his green bean eyes, climbed up in disbelief, opened a purple box on the table, and saw a black line on the talisman paper inside. An evil cold light appeared in his eyes, and he immediately picked up the long sword made of copper coins, picked up the talisman paper, and started to gesture while muttering.
As he chanted, the talisman paper straightened up instantly, just like spinach that had absorbed enough water.
Gu Ye tilted his head, sensing something, and curled his lips slightly. He took another step forward and stood in the next circle. He drew a few simple strokes with the cinnabar pen, "Flying Gang sucks in, and all the ghosts hide. All the ghosts obey my command and return to their positions!"
The middle-aged man felt the gloomy air around him, as if he was trapped in a quagmire. The spiritual energy was getting less and less, and it was difficult for him to breathe. The wind under his feet was getting stronger and stronger. He hurriedly chanted and jumped, and burned a talisman with one hand, poured the ashes into the water, and drank it while enduring nausea. Only then did he feel better.
Gu Ye pursed his lips and took another step. The Seven Star Fighting Formation was getting stronger with each step. Step by step, the opponent would feel the pressure, being pulled into the abyss of despair and the opponent's will being destroyed step by step. This kind of game was fun to play.
Zhao Pengyu watched Gu Ye muttering something incomprehensible with every step he took. The blood-red talisman paper had gradually turned yellow. As Gu Ye approached, it trembled with every step, as if he was afraid. It looked extremely weird.
The middle-aged man just took a breath when he suddenly felt something pressing down on his head. He felt the eerie ghostly aura above him, gritted his teeth, crawled under the table, took out the peach wood sword he had treasured for a long time, and stabbed it with all his strength. The force paused, and joy appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. Hope had just risen, but the force suddenly increased several times at once, as if something was falling straight down. The peach wood sword broke with a sound, and the middle-aged man let out a scream. His right hand twisted unnaturally and was broken.
Gu Ye's lips curled up, but he didn't stop walking until he took the sixth step. Gu Ye stopped and tilted his head, as if he was sensing something. Zhao Pengyu didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that something might happen to Gu Ye and he would have trouble explaining to the Gu family.
Gu Ye paused for more than ten seconds, then suddenly smiled, "You are such a tough guy, I have never lost in a fight." He finally raised his foot, stood in the last formation, and stepped on the talisman paper, "The Four Saints are on the move, the Seven Evils are following, the Five Emperors and the Demons, the Eight Caves have converted. The Heaven Gate and the Earth Axis, the Heaven Soldiers and the Earth Soldiers, listen to my orders, return to your positions, and kill them all!"
As soon as the last two words fell, a gust of cold wind blew through the entire hall. Zhao Pengyu and Aunt Wang, who were watching in the early morning, felt a chill. Gu Ye stood there quietly, his hair moving in the wind, his dark eyes, with a faint smile of determination, coupled with his delicate face, as if some evil ghost had descended to the world, inexplicably evil.
The middle-aged man who cast the curse vomited blood and fell to the ground. His limbs were twisted unnaturally and broken into several pieces. He looked at the talisman paper and vomited blood twice in horror. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Gu Ye picked up the talisman, took a lighter from the table, burned it on the spot, and told Aunt Wang, who was still in shock, "It's best for everyone in the family not to go out these few days and listen to the Diamond Sutra. I'll owe you the money first, and you can give it to me when you have money."
Gu Ye called Zhao Pengyu, "Let's go, let's go eat something delicious. I'll order you some turtle soup to nourish your body."
Zhao Pengyu reacted and ran over, grabbing Gu Ye's neck with both hands, "I'm not that delicate!"
"Then you will follow me to slay demons and become my mobile blood bank?"
"You wish! Is this the solution?"
Gu Ye glanced at Aunt Wang and said, "The rest can only be solved by herself. Maybe her friend just wanted to take away her good luck and find a vicious sorcerer. He wants to kill Aunt Wang's family to fulfill his own secret."
"How is the warlock now?"
Gu Yesong shrugged, "It doesn't matter."
Zhao Pengyu was speechless. What the hell was unimportant
The two of them came to the elevator and happened to meet a girl in her early twenties coming back with a bag on her back. Zhao Pengyu grinned and laughed, "Hey~ A freshman is back?"
The girl glared at him unhappily, cursed him inwardly as "little bastard", threw the backpack on her shoulder, almost hitting Zhao Pengyu in the face, and walked away in a very individual manner.
Zhao Pengyu was embarrassed, "You still have such a bad temper!"
Gu Ye raised his eyebrows, "Auntie Wang's daughter?"
Zhao Pengyu spread his hands and said, "Yeah, I forgot how I offended her when I was a kid. She always called me a little bastard."
Gu Ye smiled and said, "Maybe you were naughty when you were a kid and did something bastard-like, but you forgot about it."
Zhao Pengyu scratched his head, feeling a little guilty.
Hang Siwen knocked on the door, and Aunt Wang finally recovered from her shock. She opened the door and saw her daughter. She asked in surprise, "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you go to the hospital?"
"Take the detour from the east, it's closer to home. My dad called me and said he's fine, just a broken arm. I'll come back to see you first."
Aunt Wang saw that her daughter's face was not looking good either, and asked with concern: "Why is your face like this? Are you sick?"
When this was mentioned, Hang Siwen hugged his mother's neck in fear, "You almost had no daughter. Fortunately, I listened to you. By the way, where is the master? I have to pay my respects to him."
"The master has left. Calculating the time, you should have seen it at the elevator door."
"I only saw that little bastard Zhao Pengyu abducting a pretty boy."
Aunt Wang was helpless, "That little handsome boy is the master you are looking for."
Hang Siwen was so shocked that her bag dropped. "Your face is so small! It feels so good!!"
Aunt Wang was helpless. What do girls focus on nowadays? Boys of this age are all growing taller and thin.
The mother and daughter went to the hospital together to see Mr. Hang and make sure that he had no other problems. Aunt Wang called the driver and went directly to a flower shop.
After entering the flower shop, Aunt Wang closed the door. The shop owner was a beautiful woman with a classical look, slim, and wearing a blue cheongsam. When she saw Aunt Wang, she ran to the door enthusiastically: "Why do you have time to come here at this time?"
Aunt Wang waited for her to come to her side with a cold face, raised her chubby hand, and slapped her, "I'm busy, I should be in the hospital right now!"
Aunt Wang is chubby and strong. The thin figure of the proprietress was slapped by Aunt Wang and she staggered and almost fell to the ground. She covered her face and looked at Aunt Wang in shock, her eyes seemed to say, are you crazy
Aunt Wang looked at her innocent face and was so angry that she wanted to tear her apart. "How have I treated you over the years? Your parents had no money for medical treatment, so I lent it to you! You had no place to live, so I helped you rent a house! You wanted to run a flower shop, so I rented my shop to you at a low price and helped you build connections! Even when you were bullied as a child, I helped you fight back. Why did you want to harm my whole family?"
The lady boss burst into tears and said aggrievedly, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I hurt you?"
"I don't need your excuses. I've seen you write that word since you were a child. It's been more than 40 years. We've been together for more than 40 years!" Aunt Wang's eyes were red with sadness. "I just came to tell you that I opened this store for you. I'm taking back my store. I'll send someone to check it tomorrow at noon. Take your flowers and get out of here."
When the proprietress heard that she was recognized, her face immediately lost color and she subconsciously grabbed Aunt Wang, not daring to let go of this childhood friend whom she had always relied on, but she couldn't find an excuse for the moment.
Aunt Wang pushed her away in disgust, opened the door, and took the fortune tree from the driver. The pot had been broken by Gu Ye, and the soil left by the roots of the tree had a fishy smell. "I'll return this pot of flowers to you. I can't call the police on the grounds that you cast a curse on my family, but I can keep an eye on you from now on. You must be careful in the remaining fifty years. Otherwise, if there is no chance, I will create an opportunity for you to atone for your sins."
The boss lady was finally scared. Her future life was cut off. How could she live in the future? The boss lady rushed forward and hugged Aunt Wang's legs, crying, "Meijuan, I admit my mistake. I was bewitched by a ghost. This stuff is all feudal superstition. How can it work? I am just jealous that you live so well and I am so miserable. We grew up together. I look better and study better than you. Why do you marry better than me? I just didn't think straight for a moment! I just want your good luck and want to live a life like you!"
Aunt Wang felt cold in her heart, "What should I do if you want my life?"
"You... I will treat you well, just like you treat me!" The lady boss cried and pulled Aunt Wang, "For the sake of our relationship over the years, please forgive me this time. I will no longer be feudal and superstitious, and I will never be jealous of you again!"
Aunt Wang just found it funny, "Feudal superstition? You think it doesn't work? Let's not talk about whether it works or not, just your intention makes me sick. How can you have the face to ask me to forgive you? I am too good to you, so good that you think it's your right to take all my things." Aunt Wang raised her foot in disgust but didn't withdraw. The driver pulled the proprietress away with a cold face.
Aunt Wang wiped her wet eyes and said indifferently, "There are many poor people, but they cannot be so poor that they have no ambition. I have already informed your husband, you go back with him and live a good life."
"No! No! He will beat me to death! How can you be so cruel?!" The proprietress was crying, with dirt rolling all over her body. She threw herself at Aunt Wang like a madman, but was pulled away by the driver and pushed aside.
Seeing Aunt Wang walk away proudly, the lady boss crawled forward two steps with her hands and feet, but still didn't touch the corner of Aunt Wang's clothes. She covered her face in despair, her whole body trembling. Compared with the blow of losing her source of income and her place to live, she was more afraid of her husband. He was a demon, he would cling to her like a maggot on the tarsal bone and suck her every last drop of blood. She lived in domestic violence every day, and she had finally escaped. She couldn't believe that Aunt Wang would treat her like this, and she didn't dare to think about how she would live in the future.
Trembling, she took out her cell phone and found Aunt Wang's number. She wanted to beg for another chance. It was true that she wanted to live like her. She wanted to exchange her life with her. Was it wrong for her to want to live a good life? Didn't Wang Meijuan appear in front of her in good condition? Obviously nothing happened, why did she treat her like this
Unfortunately, the call could not be made, she had been blocked and the friendship was completely broken.
The lady boss went back to the flower shop and cried. Then she made up her mind and dialed a number. "Hello? Master, the spell was discovered last time. Is there any way to remedy it? You promised me that as long as I gave you money and her birth date, you would let me absorb her good luck and live a good life. What should I do now? What should I do!"
"What should we do? Just leave it alone. This guy can't even save himself, how can he save you?"
This casual voice was obviously different from the master I met last time. The proprietress asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
The other party said seriously: "Instant Noodle Superman."
Two young men in black windbreakers were in the fortune teller's shop. After hanging up the phone with the proprietress, they looked at the fortune teller, who looked miserable and had no human appearance. They kicked him in disgust and said, "You are asking for trouble. You have run into a tough guy. You are so stupid. We are from the Art Society. Please come back with us for investigation."
One colleague looked quite serious, "He can't hear you anymore. The other party didn't want to kill him, but this is a harsh lesson. He can't make a living in this industry anymore."
"Serves him right! Look at the things he raises. He uses human lives to raise ghosts, and then sells them to make money. What a black-hearted guy. He must have killed several people. Eh? What is this?" The two found a cracked talisman on the altar. They were not surprised by the viciousness of the talisman, but the appearance of the talisman now, as if it was crushed by something, full of golden veins. To cause such a result, it must have been hit hard by a very fierce thing.
The man who called himself Instant Noodle Superman became serious, "The person who beat him up actually used this method, does it look familiar to you?"
His colleague carefully packed up the talisman and said, "Take it back to Lu Yun for identification. There may be other successors in his sect."
"Don't people from that faction all have the same personalities?"
"Well, that's going to be a headache for management."
The author has something to say: I went to the hospital. I'm not feeling well.