A chill erupted from Cheng Dexuan's back, sliding down his spine all the way, soaking him cold.
Because he finally felt the thing that had been lying on his back, it was very light and slow, so he climbed up his big, and he didn't notice it.
But now, after seeing the Taoist priest's silent movement, he finally felt it.
It was cold, and the coolness could even reach his skin through the big cloud, although it was only a little, but it was enough to make his hands and feet numb, as if he had been poisoned.
Cheng Dexuan turned his head slightly, glanced over his left shoulder, and quickly retracted his gaze.
He saw it, though it was only a vague shadow, but it was enough to make him tremble and panic.
Because it was near his neck, it could take his life at any moment.
He desperately glanced at the Taoist priest and asked for his help.
Fortunately, the old man had no intention of standing idly by, and the iron ruler had moved silently into the house, slowly drilling between Cheng Dexuan's legs and hiding in his big box.
Cold sweat crawled all over his palms, and he could feel the iron ruler crawling up his legs, little by little, down his shin to his waist, and then to his back, with only a large gap between him and the thing.
Cheng Dexuan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes fiercely, only in this way could he control his body, otherwise, the already old body would tremble fiercely, and he could no longer hide his horror.
He waited, and whichever of them moved first could be an irreparable disaster for him.
Suddenly, the big man behind him seemed to be blown by the wind and flew towards the beam, and at the same time, Cheng Dexuan saw something slide down his shoulder and fall to the ground, breaking into two.
He stared at it in surprise, slowly crouched down, and grabbed the thing in the palm of his hand, it was cold, but when it touched the temperature of his palm, it quickly melted, and his palm was wet.
"Bingling?"
Cheng Dexuan said these two words in confusion, he raised his head, "Dao Chief, how can there be an ice cube behind me?"
” Lao Dao had already seen that it was an ice cube, his heart shrank suddenly, and then he turned his gaze elsewhere: Wang Shiyun was still cowering next to Wang Weiting's corpse, huddled into a ball, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Wang Weiting, on the other hand, lay there upright, as if the medicine had not passed.
"Fooled again, did Lin Jingyin really escape?"
He lowered his eyes and pondered, and just wanted to take the iron ruler back into his hand, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wang Weiting's arm moving slightly, and then a small snake-like thing swam out of his cuffs, its body was covered with patches of green scales, and there were two pale yellow horns on its head.
Between the calcium carbide firelight, the horned "little snake" jumped onto the iron ruler and wound it in a circle.
Before Lao Dao could urge the spell, his body was slammed back, and in a blue-white halo, the iron ruler was broken into several knots.
This sudden change frightened Cheng Dexuan into a scream, and ran towards the door desperately, but halfway through, he felt that Da Yu was pulled from behind, turned around, and faced a pair of gloomy eyes, Yan Niang sneered, and threw him behind him, his body hit the wall hard, and then slid down the wall, like a puddle of mud falling next to Wang Shiyun.
"Demon Dao, the magic ruler has been destroyed by me, so you don't have to be coy, pretend to be a hidden master, simply take off this Taoist robe, let the world see your true face, see how much blood you have on your hands, and see how black your heart is."
Yan Niang walked to the door step by step, stared straight at the figure at the door, suddenly raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, and threw the fragment of the iron ruler she was holding in her hand towards him.
Lao Dao turned sideways to avoid the fragments, and slowly turned towards Yan Niang, his face was covered with a layer of haze, and his eyes were gray, and he couldn't see a trace of brilliance.
However, the corners of his mouth became tighter and tighter, and a horizontal stripe appeared on each side of the corner of his mouth, fierce and cruel.
The air seemed to freeze, everything became so quiet that even the "rustling" sound of the snow falling seemed to disappear.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and a major war was inevitable.
Yan Niang looked at Lao Dao, held her breath, her back arched slightly, she waited, waiting for that moment to come, this moment, she had been looking forward to it for too long, so there was a wonderful excitement in her heart.
The old road stood still, and the placket of his clothes was blown by the cold wind, and the "rustle" sounded.
A pair of eyes stared intently at Yan Niang, Yan Niang could see the pupils behind his pupils, one after the other, overlapping and scattering, but finally gathered together again, emitting a white light.
With a "bang", one of his sleeves shattered in half, and the blue cuffs swayed in the wind, and finally they couldn't resist the strong wind, and rolled up and flew into the sky.
Yan Niang frowned, she saw that he was holding a large black book in his hand, this book looked a little old, the book cover was crumpled and crumpled, and ugly and hideous characters were engraved on it.
"Imperial words," she whispered these three words, and immediately stared at a pair of phoenix eyes, raising her voice, "Sacrifice to the sky with the living, the soul of the living, old Tao, you are tyrannical and cruel, and you regard human life as a mustard, so you will use human skin and life to make such things, they are roasted to death by you, and after death, the soul will be refined into a ghost talisman by you, are you really not afraid of retribution?"
” However, as soon as the words fell, a low and hoarse chant came from his ears "Do you say you have no clothes?
with the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and share the same enmity with the son. ” "Do you say you have no clothes?
With the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with the son. ” "Do you say you have no clothes?
with the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son!
” The pages of the book flipped back and forth with the song, they were thin, each one made of human skin, and covered with black twisted ghost talismans, which rattled in the wind and brought the breath of death.
Yan Niang stared at the big book in his hand vigilantly, and moved towards the room step by step, Lao Dao saw her retreating, and suddenly sneered, his fingers slashed across the pages like plucking strings, but the voice in his mouth was louder.
"Woo woo" A mournful cry wafted out of the book and rushed into the house in the bitter cold wind.
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With this sound, a black mist suddenly rose from the large pages, like a black locust, greedily and scrambling into the house.