Chapter 923 The Art of Nightmare

I glanced sideways at Yu Wenda. The hand holding the pen only paused for a moment. The spiritual energy in my body was immediately disturbed. For a moment, my chest was tight and short of breath. I almost spurted a mouthful of blood. I quickly recited the mind-purifying mantra in my heart. Only then was I able to stabilize myself.

In his mind, he continued to write strange witchcraft symbols that looked like tadpoles on the yellow paper.

This is how to perform such harmful witchcraft. It is somewhat similar to carving talismans. You must pour all your energy and concentration into it. Once you are distracted, the infused spiritual energy will be stagnant. If you write talismans, that's it.

Most of the time it's just that the talismans are ineffective, but this kind of harmful witchcraft is not effective. There is no turning back when the bow is fired. Once it fails, those evil runes will backfire, causing chaos in the energy and blood at the least, and damaging the foundation of the body at the worst.

Since Yu Wenda can tell the name of the witchcraft I practice, he naturally knows the depth of the dangers involved. He just thought that he saw such evil witchcraft suddenly, and his mind was lost. Now he came back to his senses and quickly backed away, not daring to do it again.

Annoying me.

So far, the witchcraft I have learned basically originated from the Yanshi Mechanism Technique, which contains detailed records of many witchcraft that existed before the pre-Qin Dynasty. Many of them have not even been heard of by people like my master and have been lost for a long time.

I couldn't help but be surprised that he could point out the name of this witchcraft at once.

Which branch do these brothers and sisters... come from? How can they recognize these ancient witchcrafts that have been lost for a long time?

The so-called nightmare technique, as the name suggests, is to use people's dreams to attack. In fact, it is a method of using something on others as a medium to attack their souls.

This is a huge category in the ancient witchcraft before the pre-Qin Dynasty. People in the past often talked about killing people in dreams, which actually refers to this nightmare technique.

The wind-catching and shadow-catching techniques I practice are just one of the nightmare techniques. They are also relatively mild ones. Those that are too cruel... I don't dare to use them at all. If I don't use them, I will be beaten to death by my master sooner or later.

Play yourself to death.

Soon, a square of yellow paper was filled with runes written in green ink, which looked messy and weird.

I put down the brush in my hand, let out a long breath, and then crumpled a piece of yellow paper into a ball.

"Is this... a failure?"

Lao Bai asked with confusion.

Even my master opened his eyes and took a look. After looking at me for a moment, he closed his eyes again.

There is no such thing as failure. After kneading the square of yellow paper, I started to knead it hard, like kneading dough. I vaguely kneaded the shape of a person and then stopped. Then I kneaded the second square of paper.

The hair obtained from the baby was carefully tied around the neck of the paper man with a red rope.

Then, I started to make seals with my hands and chanted in accordance with the formulas recorded in Yanshi's organ skills.

I don’t know what those mantras mean. They are all weird runes, probably some ancient witchcraft runes. The meanings are not explained in the book, but are directly notated.

Naturally, there was no pinyin in ancient times. The phonetic notation is the traditional straight-yin and fanqie. The straight-yin is roughly the pronunciation using homophones, and the fanqie is the phonetic notation by combining two Chinese characters...

It is extremely difficult to recite such a large section of meaningless witchcraft runes. Fortunately, I am not talented in other aspects, but my memory is not bad, so I can barely recite it in full.

Lao Bai and the others looked at me in extremely strange ways. I guess in their eyes, I am no different from a dancing master.

As soon as I finished reciting, the room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone stared eagerly at the paper man I stood on the table.

However, the paper man did not make any movement, and unlike other evil witchcraft successes, there was a howling wind all around.

"Is this... a failure?"

Brother Yaozi frowned, and then he seemed to feel something. He suddenly lowered his head to look at the ground and murmured: "No, he did not fail. He...successfully performed the ancient witch's killing technique!!"

I saw that a large shadow appeared on the ground where Brother Yaozi was staring at.

That was the shadow of the paper man falling in the light, but... the proportion of the shadow was too exaggerated, and the entire ground was almost covered in shadow.

Immediately, the shadow on the ground began to sway, quickly retracted, and took the shape of a person in the blink of an eye.

"This size ratio..."

This was probably the first time Qian Guangqi saw such a technique. His face was filled with surprise. He twitched his nose and said, "This looks exactly like Fang Erwa. Her body shape is exactly the same!!"

"Brother Wei, you can take action now, Fang Erwa is asleep!!"

The one who spoke was Yu Wenda. After disturbing me, this person completely acted like a transparent person. I also deliberately did not pay attention to him so as not to lose my mind. Now when I listened to him speak, I realized that he had been sitting cross-legged and looking at me for some time.

, as if he were meditating, clearly observing the situation in Fang Erwa’s house!

He really knows this nightmare technique and even knows how to cooperate with me!

I didn't think about it any further. I took the opportunity and the fingerprints in my hands changed again.

Wow!!

The shadow on the ground suddenly stood up!

Hu Da screamed in fright, and the two-meter-plus man suddenly shrank into the foot of the kang.

I picked up the three-edged needle that I had prepared long ago from the table and gently pricked my middle finger. Dark red blood beads immediately came out, piled on the fingertip, and then flicked.

Snap!

Blood beads splashed on the paper man's head on the table, moistening the yellow paper and causing the crimson color to spread quickly.

I could feel that the paper man became very attractive to me at this moment. To be precise, the thing seemed to have become a clone of me, attracting my spirit.

I did not resist this attraction, and I could feel that part of my energy had been pinned on the paper man.

The standing shadow of the man began to become fuller and three-dimensional at this moment, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a dark man. His body shape was still the same as Fang Erwa's, but he had no facial features, which was indescribably weird!

I removed my fingerprints and shouted: "Go!"

Whoops!!

The black shadow immediately turned into a streak of black energy and slipped out through the crack in the door.

It was only at this time that the room became slightly colder and had some gloomy energy.

All this seems simple, but in fact the consumption of spiritual energy and energy is extremely terrifying. I'm afraid I usually don't consume so much to make twenty or thirty talismans. After everything was done, I sat down on the kang and panted violently.

, like hypoglycemia, my whole body was shaking non-stop, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down my forehead.

"In this case, it should be within reach!!"

Yu Wenda was still watching the situation on the other side with his eyes closed, but with a smile on his lips, he said to himself: "This technique of catching wind and shadow, also known as Li Daitao's Zombie Technique, is roughly the same as ghosts. It's probably the same thing.

Use some things from other people's bodies to perform witchcraft, forge a fake soul out, and then take over your own spirit. While others are sleeping and the three souls and seven souls are relaxing, the forged soul swoops in and takes over.

Within its body, the opponent is completely suppressed and controlled. In a short period of time, the opponent becomes your puppet. You can manipulate it at your disposal. You can dig out the secrets of the opponent's heart, and even let the opponent wipe off your own neck with a knife.

Of course, the key point is that your energy and spirit are stronger than the opponent's, and you must be able to suppress the opponent. If you cannot suppress the opponent, it will naturally be useless.

Fang Erwa is just an ordinary person, Brother Wei is already a perfect practitioner of alchemy, and suppressing the opponent is just a snap of the fingers...ah!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and then he let out a brief, rapid scream, covered his head and fell straight back.

At the same time, I felt like something was hitting me hard on the chest, I opened my mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood...
Chapter completed!