"That's because according to my teacher's calculations, this hanged ghost was only about ten years old.
When it was not dead, it had the sickle.
In other words, the sickle at that time still posed a fatal threat to it.
It’s like putting a sickle on an ordinary person’s neck.”
Master looked at me and nodded secretly, then continued.
"That means that the old sickle is a magical weapon that can threaten the life of this hanged ghost."
I seemed to understand what the master meant, so I blurted out what I was thinking.
"Yes, everything in the world has a law, and if there is a law, it can be broken, and this old sickle is just the right way to break the hanged man.
Now you understand what to do."
"Yeah, I understand."
I nodded cooperatively.
In fact, I didn't know exactly what to do.
"I understand, why don't you go quickly?"
"Um, Master, where did you want me to go?"
I scratched my head awkwardly and smiled.
"Go and use the sickle to cut the rope around the hanging man's neck."
Master raised his hand and said dumbfounded.
I quickly stepped aside.
I knew that if I didn't get out of the way, there would definitely be another explosion.
Could it be that Master Don't you know this will make people stupid?
"Master, didn't you say you also want to smear black dog blood mixed with cockscomb blood on the sickle?"
"Hey, are you confused?
Let's go and get it now."
After saying this, the master stood up and walked towards the basin containing the black dog's blood.
It was just that the master took out a piece of talisman paper from the yellow cloth bag, stood next to the basin of black dog blood, and after reciting a few words, he threw the talisman paper into the basin, and casually grabbed the rooster tied on the ground.
When he reached the top of the basin, he took the sickle handed over by the village chief.
The rooster's comb sprang out blood with a slight sound, perhaps because of pain, and the rooster, which had always been "taciturn", screamed and fluttered.
"Master Li, it's just a chicken.
Just kill it and save it from flopping around."
The village chief frowned and told the master.
Maybe he felt that the chicken's flopping made him upset.
"No, we must take the blood from the comb of a live chicken.
Killing it directly will weaken the yang energy."
The master took only seven or eight drops of blood from the comb and handed the rooster to the village chief beside him, and told him He cannot be killed until the hanged ghost inside is eliminated.
The village chief didn't understand what was going on, so since it was my master who told me, he had no choice but to do it.
At this time, the master fished out the previous talisman paper from the dog's blood basin.
At this time, the talisman paper had been dyed red by the blood.
I remember that the master once told me that the darker the talisman paper on which the talisman is drawn, the more powerful it will be. , but using too much dark-colored talisman paper will damage Yin De, so generally yellow talisman papers are used, and only a few pieces of dark paper will be used as a last resort.
But now, the yellow talisman paper has turned into blood red due to external conditions, which means that the power of this talisman paper has now increased several times.
The master took the talisman paper dyed red and touched the end of the sickle in a circle, then placed it on the blade of the sickle.
As the talisman paper slid, he softly shouted: "The sword is sharpened."
"Master, why are you so careless?
Your hands were scratched."
I saw blood dripping from Master's fingers.
I originally thought it was the blood of a black dog on the talisman paper, but later I realized that it was wrong.
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After all, the talisman paper was stained with blood.
The black dog's blood is still limited, but the master's hands are constantly dripping with blood.
"It doesn't matter, Master, this is not accidental, but deliberate.
Of course, you have to use blood to attack such a sharp weapon."
The master didn't seem to feel the pain, and smiled relaxedly, saying that the ten fingers were connected to the heart, and this time it was Four fingers were injured.
"Isn't the black dog's blood mixed with rooster's comb blood not blood?
Why do I need to use your blood?"
I was a little confused.
Is Master really mad at me?
"The black dog's blood is only used to break spells.
It cannot stop sharp weapons from attacking.
Do you still remember the scene when I used the Taomu Sword to attack?"
Speaking of Taomu Sword's opening, it should be that I encountered a zombie not long after I became a disciple.
That time, the master bit his finger and wiped the blood on it.
"Huanjie, quickly find something to bandage Master Li."
My words seemed to remind the village chief, and he hurriedly called Wang Huanming who was standing aside to find something.
The master ignored the village chief and handed me the sickle directly, then nodded deeply to me.
After I took the sickle, I nodded to the master, turned around and walked towards the ruined temple, with a strong and awe-inspiring look, as if I was going to the battlefield, wrapped in horse leather.
"Yue Ming, you must be careful.
Don't look into its eyes.
Find the position of the rope in advance.
Once it is cut, don't worry about anything.
If you lose the sickle, run away.
Don't look back.
After you run over, go straight to the table mountain and climb up.
The sooner the better."
After taking more than a dozen steps, Master shouted behind me again.
It seemed that Master was still worried about me.
As soon as I walked into the gate of the ruined temple, I heard some noises coming from the beam not far away.
Could it be that the hanging ghost knows that we are coming to destroy it and is preparing to come down from above to fight with us?
Let's see.
He raised his head and glanced with the corner of his eyes, trying to find the location of the rope.
It didn't matter.
I was so scared that I almost sat on the ground.
I saw the hanging ghost on the beam staring directly at me.
It had a pair of blood-red eyes.
The red color almost occupied all of its eyeballs.
At the same time, its tongue was swelling wildly.
In just one breath, it had grown to more than four feet.
Why did it get longer again?
Well, what am I doing here?
Why am I still holding a sickle in my hand?
Why is there blood on it?
What should I do if I kill someone?
Why do I kill someone?
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I have to atone for my sins.
Well, as long as I hold the sickle.
With a light scratch on my neck, I can atone for my sins.
This skin of mine is already dirty.
I want to be reincarnated and be a good person in my next life.
I gently placed the sickle on my neck.
Just when I was about to cut it, I saw a person hanging on the beam.
Well, did she also kill someone?
Why did she choose to hang here?
Why did she have the sickle on her neck like me?
Wouldn't it be easier to row up and down?
Haha, it doesn't matter, the end result is the same anyway, you have left behind this ugly skin and can be reincarnated again.
Well, she moved.
How could she still move?
Isn't it said that a hanged person can't even move a finger?
Is she struggling?
It's strange.
"The moon is bright and the moon is bright" Well, someone seems to be calling me.
Who is it?
It's such a familiar voice. s: What happened to our protagonist?
Why did he suddenly feel confused?
Who was calling him?
Hehe.
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