You Huo asked more questions from the priest, and turned through the broken witchcraft book, and pieced together a truth that was inseparable.
After thinking for a while, he returned to the dungeon and picked up the witch doctor.
To free the undead, two people must die.
The Duke and the Witch Doctor.
The priest said that the moment everything melted, the fire burned the castle, maybe... just maybe, those who died because of these sorceries, can come back.
The witch doctor and the duke have never been born, and they have never died.
It's worth a try.
And he also has an idea, but he needs to borrow the Duke's hand, hoping that the pervert can be a little more interesting.
He unloaded a carriage from the town and dragged the witch doctor back to the castle.
The castle was in chaos, and the corridors were full of candidates.
You Huo suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he did not stop. Compared with the others, the matter in his hands is more urgent.
He dragged the witch doctor to the Duke's door and pushed open a crack.
The dim yellow candlelight shone out from the inside, You Huo was holding the person in one hand and the knife in the other, looking down at the light that fell on his toes, his heart suddenly jumped.
The door creaked open.
He looked over in a daze, and saw the duke's nest sitting in the armchair, his face grim, as if he was experiencing some kind of dizziness and pain from the separation of spirit and flesh, his whole body twitched violently.
It was as if an invisible hand was grabbing at his chest and lifting him up.
The buttons of his jacket were torn open, revealing the shirt inside, and several blood lines were revealed. It's like those fine stitches are... cracking apart.
The head, chest, and limbs were twisted at their strange angles.
In the next second, those limbs finally broke free from their shackles and completely separated their families...
When another piece of the body came to be abandoned, their owners found a new replacement.
With his back to the bedroom door, the new duke straightened up from the armchair, his hand resting on the duke's head for a second, but now it has been retracted.
The tall figure was outlined by candlelight, and the man moved his fingers, as if experiencing some kind of novel feeling.
During the movement of the fingers, Caracalla's bones can be heard softly.
At that moment, You Huo felt that the blood in his heart was evacuated, and it rushed back toward his hands and feet, so that his heart beat extremely fast.
The candle flame was obviously warm, but it stabbed him to close his eyes.
When he opened it again, the new duke was turning his head to look...
It was Qin Zhi.
The moment his eyes met, You Huo suddenly couldn't feel the knife in his hand.
It wasn't until the other party showed a trace of obvious guilty conscience and stunnedness that he slowly felt the pain in his knuckles...
The hand that barely had some meat left was clenched unknowingly.
The side of his face clenched his teeth a bit, clenched his teeth for a moment, and tried to call out, "Qin Qiu?"
His voice was hoarse, whether it was because of the pain caused by the curse or because of nervousness.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was actually nervous.
Even... a little panic.
The other party was silent for a moment, not knowing if it was too unexpected or what.
Seconds later, he said in the same hoarse voice, "I'm here."
The whole body blood returned to the heart.
This makes Youhuo's face white as frost, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he passed by with the knife.
Qin Qiu gave up twice symbolically, but he almost didn't fight back at all, and he was thrown to the ground after three or two strokes.
Youyou knelt down on top of him, and the tip of the knife was facing the side of Qin Qiu's neck, less than two centimeters away.
"What kind of madness are you making?!"
Qin Qiu didn't care about the tip of the knife that threatened him. He rested his elbows on the ground, raised his upper body slightly, and said soothingly, "I'm not crazy, don't worry, don't be angry. I only have a hole card to do this."
His voice was low and deep, echoing in the bedroom, like a hoarse cello in the night.
He picked up a card and said to You Huo, "Remember? I've drawn this before, and I can learn any skill in the exam room."
After listening to Jiang Yuan's words, he suddenly realized that there was a way to bring the Duke the closest to death.
The Duke took the body of another because he was immortalized by witchcraft. And the person who was borrowed by him couldn't, so the other party died.
But what if the person the duke was trying to occupy didn't die at all
The Duke would not be able to control this body.
So at that moment, he borrowed the card "cramping" to learn the "eternal life" of the duke.
Youhuo's breathing is still heavy, his face is still cold, and he doesn't seem to be relieved at all.
Holding Qin Qiu's collar, he said word by word, "The card says there is a certain probability. Where do you have the confidence that you will definitely be able to hit this probability?"
Qin Qiu opened his mouth.
He wanted to say don't underestimate his willpower, Jiang Yuan can last so long, and he is not too bad.
He also wanted to say that trouble is never 100% sure, you have to take a risk, and you know it best.
With his usual character, it was normal to say such a thing.
But he looked at You Huan's tightly pursed lips and tensed shoulders, and suddenly felt the same anger.
He suddenly wiped the corner of Youhuo's lower lip with his thumb.
Because of the curse, and because of his extremely white skin, the muscles and veins on the side of his neck became clearly visible, and the blue tips climbed up his chin and were hidden at the corners of his mouth.
Qin Qiu finally said, "I promise, I won't take such risks again in the future."
You Huo lowered his eyes, and when he wiped the second swipe, he tilted his head and said, "Keep those words to deceive the ghost."
Suddenly, there was an anxious scratching sound not far away.
The two looked up and saw that the duke's split limbs were frantically trying to go out, as if to find other parts to join.
The door was quickly scratched by them, and the overwhelming screeching sound came in instantly.
It's more powerful than any black shadow.
This time not only the walls, but the entire castle was shaken.
In a place they couldn't see, Gao Qi and Zhao Jiatong killed a bloody road to clear the way for everyone, and escorted them all the way down from the third floor.
All the undead who once died tragically in the castle have come out, their stumps, spirit bodies... attacking everyone with hatred.
"Why did you suddenly go crazy?!" Zhao Jiatong kicked down one.
Gao Qi said: "The Duke is dying!!! 001 said he has a way!!!"
"What? Do you believe him when he says there is a way?! How could he not be out of line?" Zhao Jiatong was simply roaring.
Gao Qi said: "How can he be controlled by others?! And what position do I have to control???"
Zhao Jiatong thought for a while and shut up.
Gao Qi said: "Trust him, I think his essence is actually quite reliable! Let's prepare the rest, and let him be less distracted!"
Zhao Jiatong said again: "Okay!"
They used to be from the army, they knew the division of labor, and they knew how to trust each other.
"By the way, where is A?!" Zhao Jiatong remembered again, "How many hours have you been in the confinement room? Why haven't you come back?"
Gao Qi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly he wiped his face and said, "I have a bad feeling."
"what?"
"Those two have always been together."
This time apart, there will be demons when things go wrong.
What if one is bigger than the other
After a while, the gate of the ancient castle was slammed open, and a group of blood people rushed in.
Even those from the church came to join in the fun.
Some of those undead smelled the duke and the witch doctor, and rushed straight to the west tower like beasts following the flesh.
The bedroom door was slammed open, and a large number of undead stumps poured in, heading straight for the two of them.
Youhu put away the knife, got up and pulled Qin Qiu one.
"Displeased?" Qin Qiu asked, sweeping away an undead.
Dream it.
You Huo cut three in a row without saying a word.
Qin Qiu wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt a chill in his body.
It's a strange feeling, like... a soul is pulling away and disappearing.
He grabbed You Huo, but the bones met the bones.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, as if they could see the messy flesh and blood below through the gloves and cuffs.
"Don't look, what are you going to say?" You Huo urged.
With the undead around him constantly, Qin Qiu said while dodging, "The Duke is dying, I can feel that he is dying."
Youhu frowned.
"If it's really dead, then no one can kill the witch doctor." Qin Qiu said, "I have to hurry up, otherwise it's really a waste of risk."
This reminded you of confusion.
His face was strange for a moment, as if he was also a little guilty.
As a result, the icy anger just now couldn't hold it any longer.
You Huo squinted his eyes, threw the stump out, and said, "Before I come, I also have a plan..."
Qin Qiu was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the witch doctor surrounded by undead at the door.
He frowned immediately: "No!"
Youyou: "Who went crazy first? What's the point of saying no?"
Qin Qiu choked.
With a wandering character, he has to do whatever he wants to do, and he doesn't need to give anyone an explanation. But he looked at Qin Qiu, and finally took out a piece of parchment and shook it away: "The curse has reached a certain level, even if it is an undead."
Now that he is dead, are you afraid of another knife
"No." Qin Qiu was still decisive, he stared at You Huo and said seriously: "Nor is the undead."
Youhu looked back at him, and after a while, he finally frowned and nodded: "Let's go."
The undead smelled the Duke's aftertaste, and surrounded Qin Qiu like crazy. Youhuo didn't help immediately for the first time, but went to the door and dragged the witch doctor over.
The screeching noise made the eardrums hurt.
Qin Zhuyun opened his eyes and glanced at the witch doctor.
The other party looks really weak now, curled up and shaking slightly, like a seriously ill person.
Qin Jiu stretched out his foot and kicked the witch doctor into the candle circle.
In fact, he has already thought about it. Since he has obtained the skill of immortality, he can change it twice if he can change it once.
The most risky thing is this, he wants to make an exchange with the witch doctor-
At the moment when the duke's soul had not completely left the body, and the witch doctor's soul was poured in again, he gave himself a knife.
This is the easiest way.
Although the feeling of being squeezed by the soul is very uncomfortable, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is near death, but it is only for a moment.
He already has experience.
In fact, he knew that the method that You Huo said was really feasible. Except for the instant pain and the sense of imminent death, it would not cause any substantial and irreversible damage.
But he still didn't want to agree.
The witch doctor entered the candle circle, and the candle flame instantly rose, as if feeling the soul, shaking wildly.
And those undead also attacked more intensively, as if they felt the same way.
There was a blind spot in Qin Qiu's field of vision for a few seconds.
He vaguely heard low voices, like an inquiry in some kind of witchcraft ritual.
The hoarse voice made him feel cold.
The moment he swept away the undead, he put a hand on his shoulder, and then his body with slightly low body temperature approached, the neckline was a little damp, with the breath of a midsummer night thunderstorm.
"Big examiner, is it raining outside?"
A word flashed across his mind.
A cold and hard thing was stuffed into Qin Qiu's hand, the handle of a knife.
Then, the other end of the knife stabbed something.
A confused, hoarse voice sounded on his ear, saying, "Don't think about going crazy a second time."
***
Gao Qi has not seen such a big fire for a long time.
The last time I saw him seemed to be many, many years ago. When I was in the army, disaster relief or something... I can't remember.
Since entering the system, he can't remember a lot of things.
The fire surrounded the entire castle, burning the entire sky red.
Zhao Jiatong looked at him worriedly, wiped the ash on his face and said, "How are you? Why are your hands still shaking?"
God knows how flustered he was when he came out of the castle.
He laid the firewood and poured the oil according to the division of labor, and rushed to the Duke's bedroom to ask for a signal, but saw a knife stuck in A's chest, and Qin Qiu held him by his elbow.
In that second, Gao Qi's heart almost stopped beating!
Fortunately, what Jiang Yuan said was fulfilled in time.
The witch doctor was willing to let the duke stab himself, and all the witchcraft began to retrospect little by little.
He watched helplessly as the blood on Qin Qiu and You Huo's bodies gradually shrank, the tattered flesh slowly healed, and the blue veins on the sides of their faces faded little by little.
You Huo frowned and opened his eyes again on Qin Qiu's shoulder.
All the candidates evacuated the castle one after another, and let them go to the periphery. The fire burned into the sky within a few minutes.
On the barren grass in front of the square, the huddled blood group vaguely looked like a human being. They slowly sat up, looked at their hands and bodies, dazed for a long time, and raised their heads again.
The light penetrated the black cloud, and it was pulled into a straight line and dropped.
Those dead souls who are neither human nor ghosts have been curled up in the cramped church for a long time, almost forgetting what the sky is like.
And this time, they don't have to hide, they can stand upright under the light, and after a long time... embrace it.
After a long time, a few people suddenly emerged from the fire, jumping and beating the smoke on their bodies.
The sharp-eyed man screamed, "Zhang Pengyi???"
More people stood up and looked over in disbelief.
…
When almost all the candidates gathered, two people stayed far away from the crowd.
There is a row of high iron fences at the end of the grass, like the classical gate of the manor. Behind the fence was a thick fog, through which the proctoring hut on top of Carlton could be seen.
But You Huo didn't go through, he just leaned against the iron fence to watch the excited people under the castle from a distance.
After the soul withdraws, one will feel tired and sleepy.
He didn't like to be noisy, and he didn't want to hear exclamations and screams at such times.
He didn't want to move very much, and there was a person beside him who was releasing low pressure.
Qin Jiu had a sullen face since he came out of the castle.
It was as if it was on the verge of an eruption, but it was forcibly pulled back and pressed sullenly.
In fact, the same is true of wandering.
He remembered Qin Qiu's adventure, Qin Qiu remembered his, and everyone held their breath, but couldn't find any way to vent.
Youhuo was a little irritable.
My heart was still beating fast, like the aftermath of an adventure. The sleepiness and exhaustion surged to the top of the head again and again, but the brain was extremely awake.
The silk shirt and breeches and boots on his body didn't have time to change, and the remaining blood still smelled of rust.
There was something in his pocket, and You Huo reacted and took a look.
It was the cigarettes and lighters that Gao Qi initially stuffed him with.
He usually doesn't smoke, but at this moment, he suddenly wants to refresh himself.
Qin Qiu suddenly said, "Lend me one."
You Huo handed him one, turned on the lighter, and lit it on his own.
The thin smoke was misty, almost connected to the fog behind him, and it was slightly spicy.
You Huo closed his eyes in the smoke and didn't inhale.
I was going to pick up the cigarette and watch it slowly burn, but the people around me suddenly leaned over.
Qin Jiu stretched out his hand to catch the smoke, and his narrow eyes narrowed in the mist.
With a cigarette between his lips, he lowered his head to the one that was tempting.
Red Mars is on and off.
The shadow in front of him turned over and pulled away, and Qin Jiu stood up straight.
After a while, he took off his cigarette, lowered his head and leaned over again.
Youhuo leaned against the iron fence, and the mist passed through the gap, with an ambiguous moisture.
The previous worries and anger, the unspeakable suffocation and irritability, finally found a vent at this moment.
The effect of the curse was dissipating, and the last piece of Qin Qiu's wrist was completely healed.
The red warning light that had been quiet for many days flashed frantically at this time, and DiDi's reminders were interspersed with breathing sounds and kept ringing.
Far ahead, crowds and fires.
On the mountain behind the fog is the invigilator hut.
They kissed in warning voices.