If the phantom that flashed just now was the one before, why did it not give up even after being injured by the thunder?
Or in other words, it was not injured at all, but if it was not injured, why did it suddenly disappear?
It stands to reason that these ghostly things were He hides himself after being injured, I can’t figure it out.
When I returned to the dormitory, the three people were already asleep, and their continuous snores rose and fell like a symphony.
I shook my head helplessly and lay down on my bed.
I took the three hundred Tang poems my master had given me and started reading them.
Although I couldn't understand them, there might be some mystery in them.
I read it from beginning to end in one breath, and found that it was full of obscure words, and there were even many unknown words.
Just when I was about to put the book aside, I suddenly saw many small red letters in the blank space inside the cover of the book.
When I took it in and took a look, I was so surprised that I almost couldn't hold the book.
This is Master's handwriting.
How could he record such evil magic?
The ghost-raising curse is a kind of spiritual control technique of the Maoshan branch.
It adopts the soul of the dead person as its own.
Usually, it is chosen to adopt a dead baby or a child who died young, and control it with spells to achieve its own purpose.
When I saw this introduction, I remembered that Master once mentioned that this technique is classified as a forbidden technique, also known as evil magic.
Those who practice this technique will greatly lose their merits.
It can be as simple as being limited by the three words "solitude and poverty" for the whole life, which means that either you will be alone all your life, and the people close to you will definitely suffer misfortunes; or you will be poor all your life, but you can have enough to eat, and even if you have a windfall, you will lose it due to various accidents; He died young, and his soul was seduced by Yin soldiers before his Yang life was over.
After serious death, one will be directly sent to the eighteenth level of hell, where he will appear in the first to eighteenth level in turn to suffer, and will not be reincarnated for eternity.
Therefore, almost no practitioner would touch this technique, unless someone with a blood feud has no choice but to do it for revenge.
Master often helps others seek good fortune and avoid misfortunes.
Even if his merits are not infinite, he still has a lot of great merits.
Does he have any purpose in recording this?
Continuing reading, the best material for raising ghosts is a child born in a yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin year, and who also dies an unexpected death.
These children who died abnormally have not yet reached the end of their lifespan and have a very strong love for the world.
Their names are not listed in the life and death records for the time being.
Even if ghosts encounter them, they cannot be lured to the underworld.
This is against the rules.
Of course, , Black and White are an exception.
They have privileges.
As long as they don't violate the laws of heaven, others will turn a blind eye.
There is also a spell in the center of the small characters: Liu Linglang, Liu Linglang, was born beside an ancient road in the wilderness.
I now ask you to be a divine general, so that you will not be exposed to wind and frost in the countryside.
I offer sacrifices to you during the four o'clock and eight festivals, and you taste the fragrant soup first every day.
The glorious yin and yang, the sun rises in the east, the divine ax is broken, and it has left this place long ago.
I obey, the Supreme Lord is as urgent as the law.
This spell is mainly to make up for those practitioners who lack concentration and prevent captive ghosts from being disloyal and killing their masters instead.
My brows gradually furrowed.
The curse was recorded in quite detail.
The details were outrageous.
If someone with ulterior motives obtained this book, it wouldn't be easy.
Wouldn't it kill many innocent people?
At this time, I had some doubts about the master's intentions.
He didn't seem to be a person who practiced such crooked ways.
Could it be that he had practiced in the past and it was possible that the master was alone now?
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It was not until I read the last paragraph of the article that all my previous doubts were cleared away.
I saw the method to crack it.
If Master really practiced this spell, he would definitely not have written the method at the bottom of the article and added annotations.
It became a secret book.
Everything in the world has a way, and if there is a way, there will be a way to break it, just like tofu with brine, one thing will be reduced.
The way to solve the problem is to find the person who raises the ghost, destroy his ghost residence, and then use magic to disperse the ghost.
This method is the most direct, but also the most difficult to implement.
The person who raises the ghost usually hides the ghost.
Those in the rear don't show up easily, and even if they show up, it won't be written on their faces, "I cast a ghost-raising curse."
Another method is to directly disperse the trapped ghost spirit and let it disappear between heaven and earth.
However, the disadvantage of this method is that it is difficult to deal with, and ghosts are not stupid.
When they are unable to defeat them, they will choose to abscond and return to the ghost world.
Among its inhabitants, unless it can be killed with one hit.
Or maybe it's just good luck that he can invite Black and White Wuchang here.
If Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu come, as long as they are ghosts, there will be nothing they can't deal with.
After all, they are the pillars of the underworld and have vast magical powers.
After reading this ghost-raising curse, I silently memorized it.
This is also a kind of spell, although it is classified as a forbidden technique.
Maybe it can be used in the future.
As the saying goes, things are unpredictable and there are many skills that are not overwhelming.
When I was sure I had memorized it, I tore the cover page into pieces and threw it in the trash.
Stretching and looking out the window, it was already getting dark.
Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I might as well go to sleep.
bang In the middle of the night, a muffled sound woke me up from my sleep.
I sat up suddenly and looked around.
Yang Feng's bed was empty.
I suddenly had a bad premonition in my heart.
Could something have happened to him?
I quickly put on my clothes and wanted to go out to find out.
Just as I was putting on my shoes, the bedroom door was knocked open and Yang Feng rushed in, panting heavily and his face turned pale, as if he had suffered something. frightened.
The loud banging on the door also woke up Qian Wang and Wang Duo, and they looked at Yang Feng next to the bedroom door with resentful eyes.
"Damn it, why are you having such a fit in the middle of the night that you can't let anyone sleep?"
Qian Wang rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in a voice that was hoarse from sleep.
"Someone jumped off the building.
It scared me to death."
Yang Feng was still angry, and it took him a long time to finish his sentence.
"Jump off the building" the three of them shouted in unison.
Yang Feng nodded and explained the experience just now.
It turned out that something happened not to Yang Feng, but to someone else.
He slept until midnight when he was woken up by the urge to urinate.
He put on his clothes and went straight to the toilet.
Since the alcohol had not completely faded away, he was still a little confused and stood unsteadily in front of the toilet to relieve himself.
When he had just finished half of it, a muffled sound suddenly came from the toilet window.
He woke up instantly, and the remaining half was also scared back.
He lifted up his pants and walked to the window to look out.
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He saw a large figure standing on the cold ground.
There was a pool of blood all around him, and there were some white things mixed in it.
Yang Feng vomited before he could turn around.
After a few mouthfuls, he suppressed the churning in his stomach and rushed back to the dormitory: