Old Yan's method is to use blood to lure out the little ghost. Because the ghost is fed with human blood, otherwise it is impossible to form a bloodthirsty and vicious nature. Now the little ghost is hiding in the body of the spirit fox. Under our siege, it dare not come out. If it does not eat blood within three days, it will starve to death. But then there is another problem. Before the little cub starves to death, it will definitely go crazy. If things go wrong, the spirit fox and Qu Mo will be buried with it.
This method is feasible, but we are not very sure about it.
Wang Zijun was quite generous this time. He cut a hole in his hand and squeezed out half a bowl of blood. At this time, Shen Bing and Lu Fei also came back. When they heard that we wanted to use this method to help Qu Mo exorcise the evil spirit, Lu Fei also rolled up his sleeves and was righteously willing to donate blood. Damn, this kid really likes Qu Mo.
Wang Zijun was not happy and glared at him: "She is not your girlfriend, why are you donating blood?"
"How do you know she won't become my girlfriend in the future?" Lu Fei argued with him.
Shen Bing said unhappily, "Can you two just be quiet for a moment? Don't delay our work."
The two guys snorted at each other and turned their faces away, neither of them convinced by the other.
I first used clean water and talisman ash to make a circle on the ground, and carried Qu Mo inside to sit down. Then I asked Lao Yan and Lu Fei to pick up the glass bottles at the same time and point them at her face. As long as the little ghost came out, he would be restrained by the talisman ash circle and lose his strength, unable to attack Qu Mo. The two bottles prepared should be sucked in the moment he came out.
Shen Bing and Wang Zijun stood in front of the shelf, with five coffins to suppress ghosts in front of them and a magic bottle behind them, which could be said to be a double insurance.
I held a small bowl of blood and placed it in front of Qu Mo, stirring it with my fingers to let the blood vapor dissipate. I also raised my fingers and shook them under his nose. I didn't believe that it would not be tempting to the bloodthirsty ghost boy.
Qu Mo's body trembled as expected, and the gloomy look in his eyes gradually turned into a kind of greed. He opened his mouth and made two "hmm" sounds. It seemed like there was a way!
We all stared at Qu Mo nervously. I worked harder to stir the blood in the bowl with my fingers, and then waved it under her nose. I could now smell a strong smell of blood.
Qu Mo's body was shaking constantly, and the "Mmm" murmur became stronger. Suddenly, Qu Mo closed his eyes and stopped moving. I was stunned. What happened? The ghost boy was full just by smelling the blood, and then went to sleep? Damn, that was a waste of effort.
Old Yan, however, was very nervous, holding the bottle tightly with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. I understood immediately that my Yin-Yang eyes had lost their effectiveness and I couldn't see the little ghost. Old Yan was wearing sunglasses, so he might have seen the little ghost come out. Alas, I was so upset that I forgot about opening my Yin-Yang eyes. What a big mistake!
I couldn't help but feel my heart pounding. It was too late to open my eyes now, because the extra steps might scare the little ghost and make him afraid to come out again. Old Yan was like a mirror at this moment. I could see some clues from his expression, so I stared at his face.
I felt a sudden chill all around me, and Old Yan's mouth moved slightly, and he began to chant a spell. I saw the blood in the bowl on the ground disappear out of thin air. Oh my god, there's still blood on my fingers, don't let the little brat take a bite. But I didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing him, and sweat broke out on my temples.