After Grandpa Taizu had positioned them, I asked the three of them to take their positions and sink their bodies into the ground, revealing three ghost heads. Under the light, they looked particularly strange and terrifying.
As soon as the ghost pile was put in place, I saw the water in the hole surge up fiercely, with a sound of rushing water, as if it was about to spray out, which made me sweat in my palms. If the source of the Hell Flower King cannot be suppressed, the three pointed ghosts may be counterattacked.
Great grandfather is quite experienced, he patted my thigh and told me not to be nervous. Oh, he is so small, he can only reach my thigh, you asked me to call him great grandfather, I feel so embarrassed.
The splash was like boiling water, and the gurgling sound made me tremble with fear. After a while, I saw a black head slowly poking out from the splash. My heart tightened. This thing must be the black shadow that pulled Yan Xinyi down at that time. What on earth is this thing
This thing's head and face seemed to be covered with black paint, appearing bald, and it had a pair of particularly cunning eyes that kept darting back and forth.
Great grandfather pulled my pants hard, I squatted down quickly, and asked him to lean over and whisper in my ear: "Fold paper figures."
I immediately understood what it meant. I had to lure this damn thing over here like I was catching a pointy-headed ghost. So I opened my backpack, took out a plastic bag, and a half-sheet of blank yellow paper. Great Grandpa had already found a red rope from my bag, crouched forward for more than ten meters, made a trap with the front end of the red rope, dug a hole and buried it in the soil.
At this time, the paper mannequin was folded and was about to bite his finger, but the old man snatched it away, spit on his finger, smeared it on the paper mannequin's head, pinched a spell and chanted a mantra, and the paper mannequin jumped forward and ran away.
Damn, it turns out that I don't need blood, I can use saliva. Was it that my great-grandfather kept this trick and didn't pass it down, or was it that my eight generations of elders remembered it wrong, so now I have to bite my fingers every time I use this thing.
"Fold another paper man." Great Grandpa said nervously as he stared at the dead thing that had already stuck out most of its body.
Folding a paper man was not easy, so I folded another one and gave it to him. I guess he was afraid that this thing was too cunning and not easy to be fooled, so he released an extra boy. But I was wrong. This time, my great grandfather bit his little finger, which made me feel a little distressed. I smeared the blood on the head of the paper man, pinched the seal and chanted the spell, and the paper man in my hand was burned.
Seeing that the paper figure was burning his fingers, he still didn't let go. I thought to myself, can your little finger hold up? Grandpa Taizu pressed his right finger on the burning paper figure with a little force, and the flames and the paper figure that had not yet burned disappeared strangely. Looking at the paper figure that jumped two or three meters, it suddenly became bigger, and then thicker, and became a child of the same height as him, with full flesh and blood, looking like a real child, rolling a pair of black eyes, and jumping forward.
I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, and my jaw almost dropped. It's been almost five years since my debut, and I didn't know that the boy's curse could be so magical. This kind of vivid boy, I guess even the Chief Executive would be seduced away.
The damn thing immediately set its sights on the boy, and quickly jumped onto the shore, standing there with water dripping down its body. It was not very tall, only about 1.12 meters tall, with a thunder god's mouth, slender limbs, and a tail sticking out from behind its butt. Damn, could it be a monkey too