Chapter 922 The Art of Great Witchcraft

In the middle of the night, except for the crowing of roosters and the barking of dogs, there was no one around. More than ten people "hurling" were all blocking the door. Everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms and long boots, and the person who knocked on the door was a man with a pair of dumpling ears.

, an old ghost with a black face and a rather ferocious look. He looked more like a gangster than a guest seeking a place to stay. It took a lot of effort to get in.

After knocking on the door for a long time, an old woman's trembling voice came from inside, asking about our origins and purpose, more carefully than the police interrogating prisoners. Qian Guangqi went up to respond in person, saying that we were a group of traveling friends from out of town.

We stuffed all our ID cards through the crack in the door. Unexpectedly, the old woman looked at it very carefully. While looking at the ID cards, she looked at us through the crack in the door. She even noticed that there was no ID card of Hu Da inside. She had to ask for Hu Da’s ID card.

Only those with ID cards will open the door.

This is really difficult for us. Hu Da doesn’t have any ID card, he is just a vixen!

With no other choice, Qian Guangqi could only contact the village party secretary. He hid aside and made the call. He didn't know what he said to the village party secretary. In the end, it was estimated that the village party secretary specifically called the Fang family couple. The old woman

Just opened the door.

The old woman is Fang Erwa's daughter-in-law. She is a true Northeastern native who was married from a nearby village. She welcomed us into her house, and we finally met the golden leader Fang Erwa.

An old man of about sixty years old, slightly bald, with dark and shiny skin, a shiny forehead, deep wrinkles, and extremely long eyebrows. Although not as exaggerated as the long-browed Arhat, there are still two eyebrows hanging down from the eyebrows and feet.

It was more than a centimeter long. When he was serving us tea and water, I noticed that his hands were full of cracks...

For an old man in the old society, it is normal for his hands to be rough and cracked, but his cracks are a bit horrifying and exaggerated, and you can even faintly see the red flesh inside...

Such cracks are often seen on the hands of people who wash their hands all year round. Of course, it is more common on the hands of gold diggers, because in the early years of digging for sand gold in the river, over time, the skin and flesh have become infected with the root of the disease, and they often open up.

Unfortunately, Fang Erwa was a bit taciturn and left without saying a few words after giving us water.

On the contrary, her wife rubbed her hands and said to us a little embarrassedly: "Oh, everyone, I'm so sorry, our place is really small, there are only three rooms, and one of them is already occupied by a 20-year-old man.

Girls who are many years old have come to our place to relax after falling in love. We can't drive people out if they are alone. Now there are only two rooms left, which can't accommodate so many of you. However, the party secretary gave us a greeting and let us know.

We'll greet you, how about you guys think this is okay? You guys, just sit here and rest for a while. Just say hello when you need to eat or drink. I'll call and ask others to see if there is room.

, we have several B&Bs here..."

When the situation came in, I saw it. It was a four-courtyard with four bungalows, none of which were small on the second floor. There were still people living in one room. It was indeed crowded for us people. This is not an excuse.

However, Qian Guangqi identified their house, waved his hand and said, "It's late at night, so there's no need to disturb others. Let me ask you, are the beds or kangs in those two rooms?"

The old woman said it was a kang.

Qian Guangqi waved his hand and said it was a kang.

I didn’t have in-depth contact, so I really don’t know that this guy talks nonsense without batting an eyelid, saying that we are a comrade-in-arms club. We were all soldiers in the past and lived in a group and slept in Datong bungalows. Now we are just reliving our old lives. One room for men and one for women, that's it, don't be hesitant.

The old woman was so fooled that she had no choice but to agree. After paying the deposit, she gave us the key and asked us if we wanted to eat. We were indeed hungry and wanted to know more. The two of them nodded and agreed.

Unfortunately, we only saw Fang Erwa a few times during the meal, and we didn't notice anything strange about him. There was nothing particularly attractive in the room. The only difference was that there was a painting hanging in the living room. , there is an incense burner below, and there are incense ashes left in the burner. It seems that it should be offered regularly.

It’s just that the painting is unremarkable. I even looked at it, and it’s nothing the same. The painting is not some kind of immortal, it’s just a landscape painting. The painting style is like A River During the Qingming Festival. There are men and women in it. It’s an ancient painting. Street scene painting.

Who would enshrine such a painting?

While Fang Erwa was serving the food, I asked him with a smile, what kind of painting is this and is it worthy of worship?

Fang Erwa was startled, tears shone in her cloudy eyes, she wiped the corners of her eyes, squeezed out a smile, and said: "My hometown is Shandong, and this painting is passed down from my ancestors. I heard from my mother that my ancestor was a famous artist." The painter was an official. Later, King Yan died when he was sweeping the north, and he left behind such a painting, which became a family heirloom. Before I came here, my family was poor and had nothing, so my mother kept this painting. The things were given to me, and they just said that if I really couldn’t survive anymore, I would sell them. Later, I made some money, but before I could go home, my mother..."

At this point, I already understood that this painting was regarded as a tribute to his mother.

I looked at the title of the painting again. It was painted by a man named Fang Taizhen in the fourth year of Jianwen. He indeed has the same surname as Fang Erwa. It seems that his ancestor should have been an official of Emperor Jianwen of the Ming Dynasty. No wonder he died in the sweep of King Yan. In Beili, there is no doubt that he is here, so I can eat in peace.

Around 12 o'clock in the evening, after we finished eating, when we were returning to the house, my master kept staring at the house on the south side. Fang Erwa and his wife said that a family lived in that house. A female guest.

The room was dark and silent, and the female guest seemed to be asleep.

When Yuwenda saw that my master was looking at me non-stop, he smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, that is indeed a female guest. She hasn't gone to bed yet. She is playing with her mobile phone under the covers in the dark. She is a human being."

My master was silent.

I raised my eyebrows, turned around and asked, "Alchemy path? Or is the alchemy path going up?"

Practicing can't lead to clairvoyance. This Yuwenda can see the situation in the room, he must have used the method of observation, and the path must be on the alchemy path.

Yu Wenda did not respond, but smiled and said: "Brother Wei, don't worry, if that woman has a problem, she can't solve it without even half a step in the way of the Celestial Master. If she is not a human being, I'm afraid she has to go up from the Celestial Master."

It’s all about existence. I think we are too worried. At least so far, Fang Erwa’s family and guests are all normal. The rest depends on your brother Wei’s methods."

The group of people separated here.

Zhang Xinya took Xiaozhi and Na Yuwenying to the west room, but ten of us men were crowded into the east room. Ten of us were crowded on the same bed, so we were really sitting next to each other...

After entering the house, Qian Guangqi closed the door and immediately urged impatiently: "Quick, quick, Brother Wei, it's your turn to do something!"

"If you don't know, you'd think you're just having a wedding night!"

I complained and looked at my master cautiously, feeling a little guilty.

My master sighed, shook his head, and said: "The matter has come to this, as long as no one's life is harmed, there is no harm in doing it!"

"It won't kill anyone!"

I immediately promised, and then murmured in a low voice: "At most, he will lose some of his vitality and rest for ten days and a half..."

Immediately, I said to Lao Bai: "Zhang Xinya and Xiaozhi, are you here to give me a try?"

Lao Bai responded, and I immediately threw my backpack to him and said: "On one side of the yellow paper, mix the green ink!"

My master's face turned dark. As soon as he heard Qingmo, he knew that this was a sinister act involving the use of yin energy and related to people's souls.

I felt guilty for a moment, and took out another piece of gray hair. It was probably because I was afraid of my master, so I moved cautiously. It looked a bit sinister, and it looked more like a harmful magician.

Yuwenda looked at the bright-eyed person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but turned out to be an extremely narrow-minded and nasty person. He immediately came up to him and asked: "Did you...pick up Fang Erwa's hair while eating? As expected, little brother

I am as careful as my hair and have a plan in mind. I have made preparations in advance. If I offend you in the future, you must make it clear that I do not want to be your enemy!"

My master snorted coldly and went directly to the kang to meditate, probably out of sight but out of mind...

The smile on Yuwenda's face grew stronger...

I secretly hated this guy for a while, so I put my hair on the table.

Yes, this hair is indeed Fang Erwa's. When I first saw him, I saw that he was bald, so I knew he had hair loss. At that time, I probably had a plan in mind, and I searched the house very carefully.

, I actually found his hair on the sofa. It was easy to identify. He has short hair and his wife has long hair. His hair is short and hard, while his wife’s is soft and slightly curly. You can tell at a glance that this is his hair.

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After Lao Bai laid the yellow paper on the other end and mixed the green ink.

I pondered for a moment, then dipped my pen in green ink and started writing the talismans on the yellow paper.

Yuwenda originally looked at me with a smile, but after looking at it for a while, the smile on his face disappeared and became more and more solemn. When he looked at me, there was already a look of fear in his eyes. He took a breath of cold air and said: "Gu

The Great Witch of Time’s nightmare technique—catching wind and catching shadows?”
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