Half an hour passed quickly. Old Yan took out the nail from the glass plate with tweezers, scooped a spoonful of blood from the plate with a small spoon and handed it to me.
He said to me solemnly, "After I finish reciting the spell, you only need to put one drop in each eye. More than that will be useless."
I nodded and carefully placed the spoon next to Ermao to prevent it from tipping over. I would have to pry open Ermao's little hands later. Before the ritual began, I still walked to the door and looked at the store outside. I saw that Qu Mo had recovered well and was chatting with Shen Bing in spirits, so I felt relieved.
Old Yan still has three tricks: sword dancing, chanting spells, and burning yellow talismans! Wearing that yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist hat, the old guy looks like an immortal. When he dances with the peach wood sword, he looks like a Taoist master. After chanting the spell and burning the yellow talisman, he shook the Sanqing bell and placed it on the altar. He winked at me, it's time to shed blood.
I suddenly started to get nervous because he had failed in this ritual before, and I was afraid that Ermao would be harmed by the Night Demon Eye like that child. But when the time came, there was no other way, either take a risk or wait seven months to add soil to Ermao's grave.
He squatted down, pried open Ermao's chicken claw-like little fingers, and revealed the evil eyes in the palm of his hand. They were still so weird and scary that he dared not look directly at them. Ermao suddenly cried out in pain. He was in a tense mood, and when he heard the cry, his heart couldn't help but tremble violently, and he almost sat down on the ground.
"Hurry up, if this incense stick burns out, we'll have to start the altar all over again!" Old Yan urged me impatiently.
I turned around and looked at the three incense sticks in the incense burner. It had been half an hour since the altar was opened, and only a small part was left. I quickly calmed down and picked up the spoon. But Ermao started crying again. I was flustered and my hands were shaking. I couldn't make up my mind and dripped blood on his palm.
Old Yan snorted, as if blaming me for being too fussy. I gritted my teeth, first grasped Ermao's right wrist with my left hand, and dripped blood on his palm. But my eyes first touched the ghost eye in the palm of my hand, and I felt a chill coming out of the ghost eye, piercing deep into my heart, making me shiver involuntarily.
Suddenly, an inexplicable fear began to spread in my heart, and the hairs on my body stood up!
This look was so terrifying, it seemed to break down all my confidence and defenses, and made me feel that a space more terrifying than hell was so close to me. My hand trembled, and a spoonful of blood spilled on the ground.
"What's wrong with you?" Old Yan walked behind me and I didn't even notice.
I looked up blankly, looking at him in horror. I couldn't find myself for a moment. Where was I? What should I do? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I felt. Deep in my heart, I had the urge to tear my scalp off and bang my head against the wall!
Old Yan covered my eyes with his hands, then pulled me up from the ground and whispered a spell to clear my mind in my ear. I felt as if a stream of cool water flowed through my heart, clearing away the mud and making it feel bright and clear. I recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but feel scared. The Night Demon Eye was really evil. It might have known that the end was coming, so it struggled to death and used mind control on me. Fortunately, Old Yan was there, otherwise I would be in big trouble today. Half an hour passed quickly. Old Yan took out the nails from the glass plate with tweezers, and used a small spoon for eating to scoop a spoonful of blood from the plate and handed it to me.
He said to me solemnly, "After I finish reciting the spell, you only need to put one drop in each eye. More than that will be useless."
I nodded and carefully placed the spoon next to Ermao to prevent it from tipping over. I would have to pry open Ermao's little hands later. Before the ritual began, I still walked to the door and looked at the store outside. I saw that Qu Mo had recovered well and was chatting with Shen Bing in spirits, so I felt relieved.
Old Yan still has three tricks: sword dancing, chanting spells, and burning yellow talismans! Wearing that yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist hat, the old guy looks like an immortal. When he dances with the peach wood sword, he looks like a Taoist master. After chanting the spell and burning the yellow talisman, he shook the Sanqing bell and placed it on the altar. He winked at me, it's time to shed blood.
I suddenly started to get nervous because he had failed in this ritual before, and I was afraid that Ermao would be harmed by the Night Demon Eye like that child. But when the time came, there was no other way, either take a risk or wait seven months to add soil to Ermao's grave.
He squatted down, pried open Ermao's chicken claw-like little fingers, and revealed the evil eyes in the palm of his hand. They were still so weird and scary that he dared not look directly at them. Ermao suddenly cried out in pain. He was in a tense mood, and when he heard the cry, his heart couldn't help but tremble violently, and he almost sat down on the ground.
"Hurry up, if this incense stick burns out, we'll have to start the altar all over again!" Old Yan urged me impatiently.
I turned around and looked at the three incense sticks in the incense burner. It had been half an hour since the altar was opened, and only a small part was left. I quickly calmed down and picked up the spoon. But Ermao started crying again. I was flustered and my hands were shaking. I couldn't make up my mind and dripped blood on his palm.
Old Yan snorted, as if blaming me for being too fussy. I gritted my teeth, first grasped Ermao's right wrist with my left hand, and dripped blood on his palm. But my eyes first touched the ghost eye in the palm of my hand, and I felt a chill coming out of the ghost eye, piercing deep into my heart, making me shiver involuntarily.
Suddenly, an inexplicable fear began to spread in my heart, and the hairs on my body stood up!
This look was so terrifying, it seemed to break down all my confidence and defenses, and made me feel that a space more terrifying than hell was so close to me. My hand trembled, and a spoonful of blood spilled on the ground.
"What's wrong with you?" Old Yan walked behind me and I didn't even notice.
I looked up blankly, looking at him in horror. I couldn't find myself for a moment. Where was I? What should I do? The more I thought about it, the more frightened I felt. Deep in my heart, I had the urge to tear my scalp off and bang my head against the wall!
Old Yan stretched out his hand to cover my eyes, then pulled me up from the ground and whispered a spell to clear my mind in my ear. I felt as if a stream of cool water flowed through my heart, clearing away the mud and making it feel bright and clear. I recalled the scene just now and couldn't help but feel scared. The Night Demon Eye was really evil. It might have known that the end was coming, so it struggled to death and used the mind-control technique on me. Fortunately, Old Yan was there, otherwise I would be in big trouble today.