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Chapter 112: The Mourning Nail

"The Dong Sect is headed by the Three Ghost Sect and is best at exorcising ghosts and attracting evil spirits. Although there were many experts in the sect, they have fallen to this day." Lin Chujiu shook his head and sighed.

"The Eastern Sect is best at exorcizing ghosts, and has a good relationship with the underworld. Although it is difficult for disciples to see now, if you can meet them in the future, remember to establish a good relationship with them, and it is very likely that it will be useful in the future." Taoist Master Yimei interrupted at this moment.

Although I don’t know why, the few people still nodded one after another.

"Anotherwise, the first Mao came from the Mao Sect. Later, somehow he was expelled from the mountain gate. Therefore, when he saw the Maoshan disciples, he would deliberately find fault. So you should be careful. Don't think that you can be fine if you didn't provoke him." Lin Chujiu had suffered some losses at the hands of the First Mao, but he still gave a little worriedly, but then he thought that he might not be able to meet him on this trip, so he stopped tangling with this person.

"It's good to say otherwise, the journey from Yunxiang to Central Plains is very long. Although this demon lock can lock him for a while, it can't be locked like this all the time, right?" Feng Bai raised a very embarrassing question. It's okay to say that the demon tie rope is controlled by the Taoist Taoist in the Eyebrow now. Once it's time for a long time or if it's away from the Taoist Taoist Master, the demon tie rope will lose its current power.

"Leave this to me." Lin Chujiu didn't care.

"A Xing Xiaoyue goes to clean up." Lin Chujiu got up and ordered the two apprentices, then walked into the bedroom to prepare utensils.

"You two go and carry that Western zombie in." Taoist Master Yimei ordered his disciple to help and then walked into the living room, wanting to see what Lin Chujiu planned to do.

"I once learned the famous corpse-driven technique from a corpse-driven person, Xiangxi Dingji Technique! This method is different from ordinary spells and has an effect on ordinary animals. Later, I improved it and I thought there should be no problem with this thing." Lin Chujiu changed his clothes, rubbed his hands with a knife, as if he wanted to wipe the blade clean.

Mastin seemed to have noticed something and began to struggle violently. Unfortunately, he was restricted by the demon-bound lock and could not escape at all.

He first used a knife to gently scratch Mastin's wrist. As a result, he didn't even scratch his skin, leaving only a white mark, and even the white mark disappeared quickly.

"Hey, even a knife can defend such tender skin?" Lin Chujiu exclaimed lightly, and the color of interest in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Then another stab was made, but he showed no mercy. The bloody red blood soon flowed out along his wrist.

A Xing skillfully handed over a porcelain bottle, and blood flowed and gradually became sparse, but even so, he had already filled the small porcelain bottle.

"This thing is rare, you have to be careful." Lin Chujiu handed the knife to A Xing. Then he took a mahogany box handed over by Xiaoyue.

"You guys come and help me hold this guy down." Without rushing to open the box, Lin Chujiu first ordered Ahao and Afang.

The two of them obediently held Mastin's arms, while Ah Xing and Xiaoyue held down his legs respectively.

"Uncle San, you can let go." Lin Chujiu said to Taoist Yimei.

"Okay." Taoist Master Yimei said, and then pinched a trick, and the demon-bound lock fell down. At the same time, Mastin's struggle was even more serious. Unfortunately, everyone was prepared for him to escape.

Lin Chujiu opened the box and exposed the things in it. They were seven thick and long nails all over the body, with some rust-like things on it.

"This is a sixty-year-old coffin nail, also known as the Soul-Destroying Nail. Using this object to nail his hands and feet can make it unable to exert any strength." Lin Chujiu said, taking out a coffin nail and nailed it to Mastin's wrist.

Sure enough, after being nailed by the coffin, Mastin's hands became much weaker.

Then there was the second and third ones, and soon all of Mastin's limbs were nailed.

Then, Lin Chujiu replaced the thick and long silver needles, "Human consciousness gathers in the brain, and the zombie corpse energy gathers in the top of his head. I think the same is true for this Western vampire. Even if it is not right, it can at least seal the zombie power in his body."

Three silver needles slowly sank into the top of Mastin's head, and soon Mastin stopped struggling, and the spirit in his eyes gradually faded.

However, even so, Lin Chujiu's movements did not stop. He picked up the talisman paper that had been prepared from the table, folded it into a triangle, then pinched Mastin's chin and opened his mouth.

A black gas erupted and fumed several people. Even Lin Chujiu was choked and frowned. After a while, the black gas stopped. It was not until Lin Chujiu stuffed the talisman paper in.

"Why is this so smelly?" Xiaoyue slapped her hands in front while pinching her nose, as if this could make the odor dissipate quickly.

"Of course the corpse gas smells bad, it will be fine if it dissipates in a while." Lin Chujiu's face was calm, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"Now you can take off his clothes."

"Are you all taken off?" A Xing asked.

"Of course." Lin Chujiu replied angrily.

"All off?" Xiaoyue's face turned slightly red, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

"I will see you often in the future, it's okay." Lin Chujiu comforted her and began to make ink.

The talisman pen moved around, like a dragon and a snake, and the red runes soon covered Mastin's whole body.

"I'm using his own blood to draw the Taiyi Disperse Post. As long as the ink is not dropped, he will never be able to wake up." Lin Chujiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and then ordered his two apprentices to pack up their things.

"What now? What should we do?" Ah Hao couldn't help asking when he saw Feng Bai staring at the talisman picture on Mastin intently, and Taoist Master Yimei and Lin Chujiu went to rest.

"Go to rest." Taoist Master Yimei said softly.

"Are you not tired after working all night?"

"Forehead....."

"Oh, the master and the others had just dealt with the monster last night. Of course I was tired of being busy with this in the morning. When they went to rest, we would naturally..." Ah Hao didn't finish his words, but his expression was already shown.

Afang has been with him for so long, and many things are understood without having to be explained clearly.

So the two of them said one after another, "Master, you have been tired for so long and it's time to have a good rest. We won't bother you."

"Hmph, be careful when you go out, don't forget to come back." Taoist Master Yimei naturally knew what his two apprentices wanted to do, but they are young people, so he couldn't get too lazy to care about it.
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