Shamanism kills the god

crunch...

After patting on the wooden door for a while, there was finally the sound of light footsteps inside, and the mottled wooden door was opened, revealing a wrinkled face. .

The hair is messy and pale, the face is pale, and there are deep wrinkles all over the face...

A senile old woman poked half her head out of the door.

There was no trace of blood on his face. At first glance, he looked like a dead man crawling out of a pile of graves, which shocked people.Jing Wushuang, who was already weak, let out a scream, and subconsciously leaned on Mu Feng's body.

Mu Feng calmed down, reacted quickly, bowed and said, "Mu Feng, a scholar of Jianning, went out to study and passed by your place. Excuse me, old man, is it convenient for us to stay overnight?"

Standing upright is not afraid of the slanting shadow, is upright, and has never done anything wrong in his life, so he is naturally not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.With a sense of righteousness in your heart, you will naturally be invulnerable to all evil.The pale old woman looked very scary, and Jing Wushuang was trembling with nervousness, but in Mu Feng's view, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Don't say that the other party is just a scary old woman, even if it is really a female ghost, there is nothing to be afraid of.Even the Beiliu Shuanggui, who specialize in collecting and controlling ghosts, have killed the two demon heads. Are you afraid that a mere female ghost will fail?

"No... Fang... Just..., young man, you... let's go..."

The old woman's voice was hoarse, hollow, and weak. She was standing in front of her, but her voice seemed to come from a very far away place.In the dark night, the voice was particularly infiltrating. He retracted his head while talking, and was about to close the mottled wooden door.

"Old man, wait a minute!"

Mu Feng pressed down on the wooden door, and finally came across a house that could keep out the wind and rain. He didn't have to sleep in the wild, so he was willing to give up easily. Looking at the old woman with dull eyes, he continued sincerely: "I, a book boy, accidentally caught a cold on the road, and my body is weak. I really can't drive overnight. Sleeping in the wild, my condition will get worse if I accidentally catch a cold. Elderly man, can you please let us stay here for one night. As soon as the sun rises, we will leave immediately!"

"Have you caught a cold?"

The old woman cheered up and looked at the weak Jing Wushuang a few more times, her face was cloudy and uncertain.After a long time, with a deep sigh, he slowly opened the mottled wooden door, "Okay...well..., come in, live...in the wing on the right...Remember...stay..., no matter what happens at night, you will ...No...you have to get up and look more, and...no...you have to open the door!"

Pointing to Mu Feng and the others to the wing not far away, and after admonishing them, the old woman closed the door and staggered away quietly.Nuo Da's old house quickly regained its tranquility.No insects, no frogs, nothing like a country house, everywhere is dark and eerily quiet.

Quiet is nothing at all. If you look carefully, you can also find strange runes pasted behind the gate, in the corners of the wing, and even on the beams.The house was already old, at least decades old, and with these runes, it looked even more eerie.Maybe it was because he was away from home all the year round and had seen a lot. After the coachman put the carriage away, he went to sleep next door.After closing the door, Jing Wushuang looked around, unable to fall asleep.

"Shuang'er, it's okay, go to sleep!"

Mu Feng lit an oil lamp and sat cross-legged beside Jing Wushuang.

"Ok!"

Jing Wushuang responded softly and closed her eyes quietly.Looking at Mu Feng's concerned eyes, I feel a little more warmth in my heart, and I feel much safer with him by my side.Maybe it was weak, maybe it was tired, and soon after I closed my eyes, I fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep.

"Go to sleep, if you fall asleep, you won't be afraid of anything!"

Looking at Jing Wushuang's peaceful and pretty face, Mu Feng gently helped her pull the quilt on her body.Huo Ran stood up, recited the Wu Jue silently, bit his index finger and drew a circle on the ground with his own blood, encircling the sleeping Jing Wushuang.

Yang blood array!

Based on the essence and blood of natal life and guided by pure yang qi, a simple and practical ban on witchcraft is laid down!Any creature that tries to get close will inevitably be attacked by the ban!

Mu Feng was calm and calm, on the surface he didn't care about anything, and comforted Jing Wushuang not to be afraid.In fact, as soon as he stepped into this old house, he felt a vague danger.One thing, he didn't tell Jing Wushuang that the runes pasted on the wall were all spells for suppressing ghosts.It is densely packed and pasted everywhere. This lonely old house is obviously not peaceful.

The old woman who opened the door was not only old and pale, but also had a lot of yin in her body.In this case, there are only two explanations.Either the old woman is about to die, and the yang energy in her body gradually disappears, and the yin qi grows; or there are some lonely ghosts around her all the year round, so that the yin qi invades her body.In either case, you will definitely not live long!

"Blood is the foundation of a person, the essence of power. A drop of blood carries a person's will, and blood carries the Tao..."

Mu Feng recited the witchcraft silently, watched his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and sat cross-legged on the ground to practice quietly.In the dead of night, after confirming that both Jing Wushuang and the carriage driver next door were asleep, the spirit broke out of the body, turned into a bloody light and soared upwards, coldly looking down at the old house below in the air.

The moonlight was hazy and the cold wind was howling. On this dark night, the sky was extraordinarily cold.

But after breaking through to the late stage of the mortal realm, his spirit has undergone a qualitative leap. He can break out of his body in broad daylight, and he can do whatever he wants at night.There is a trace of blood energy fused into the spirit, and the yang energy will roll with just a slight movement, and no lonely ghost will dare to approach it again.

Looking down from the air, the whole old house is square, with landscape trees planted around the wall, and there are mountains and water in the mansion.From the looks of it, it seems to be the manor left by a rich family, and at first glance, there is nothing unusual except for the vague yin.Compared with ordinary manors, it seems to be no different.

"Hey, could it be that I really misjudged myself, there are no lonely ghosts or monsters haunting this old house?"

Mu Feng was a little puzzled, and when his heart moved, his spirit suddenly dropped.Take a quick circle around the old house, and then land on the branch of a banyan tree to observe this quirky house up close.

The house is huge, and there are more than a dozen large and small courtyards, but without exception, all of them are covered with weeds.The iron fence outside the courtyard is covered with lush vines. Due to the wind and rain, many iron fences have begun to weather and rot.Looking around, everywhere is a piece of dilapidated.In a pavilion in the distance, there is also an ancient well, surrounded by moss, it seems that no one has come to fetch water for many years.

thump...

At the moment when Mu Feng's spirit was about to leave, suddenly, a melodious piano sound came from the darkness, and a resentful and drawn-out female voice echoed in the old house.Then, a large amount of white mist emerged from the ancient well covered with moss, and the wind was strong.Looking from a distance, the figure of a woman in white is looming in the fog.

coming!

Mu Feng was refreshed, and his soul turned into a red light across the night sky and submerged into his body.The next moment, the main body who was sitting cross-legged in the wing room burst into shape and came out through the window.