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After everyone knows that this is not an ordinary astronomical phenomenon such as a lunar eclipse or a solar eclipse.

Everyone started to panic.

“Could this be the end of the world as the West calls it?”

"God, please save my child. She just glanced at the moon."

"Why do these people who have seen the moon seem to have their souls sucked away?"

Professor Zhou also discovered this.

Just now, when Professor Zhou wanted to perform a talisman on Old Wu.

Old Wu’s soul is lost.

To some extent, we generally say that people have three souls and seven spirits.

This is what a person's soul is made of.

If you are absent-minded or listless.

People will say you are in a state of disarray.

In ancient times, people were often frightened.

There's something completely wrong with the person.

People say he is like a lost soul.

At this time, it is usually necessary to invite some Taoist priests or fortune-tellers.

Let them call back the souls of those who have lost their souls.

"Professor Zhou, how is Mr. Wu?" Si Xiaoping looked at Mr. Wu who was standing there like a wandering soul.

There were two dark holes on his weather-beaten face.

It's so dark that it makes people feel scared.

"It's not easy." Professor Zhou frowned, "It seems like all of Old Wu's souls have been taken away."

"This kind of situation usually only occurs in dead people."

dead?

Si Xiaoping was silent. "Just looking at the moon, your soul is taken away?"

"Isn't this the same as Black and White Impermanence?"

Professor Zhou suddenly shuddered and looked at Si Xiaoping, "What did you just say?"

Si Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, "Isn't this the same as the Black and White Impermanence?"

Professor Zhou seemed to understand something, "It's just that the soul has been taken away."

"The three souls are Tai Guang, Shuang Ling, and You Jing."

"It is also called the Heavenly Soul, the Human Soul, and the Earthly Soul."

"But why? Would your soul be seduced away by just one look at the Dark Moon?"

Professor Zhou didn't understand, and his soul was hooked away.

Even he couldn't call back Old Wu's soul.

"Xiao Si, go to my office and bring my stuff over." Professor Zhou wanted to try one last time.

He handed the key to his office to Si Xiaoping.

"But remember, don't look up," Professor Zhou reminded again and again.

Keep your head down, just don't look up at the moon.

It seems there is no problem.

For most people, no one knows how long it has been since they looked up at the sky.

Usually I'm either playing on my phone or on my computer.

How many people have not looked at the sky above their heads.

This seems to be quite defensive.

Just don't look at the sky.

Si Xiaoping drove directly to Professor Zhou's office without any hesitation.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep.

On the originally bustling street, there were occasionally a few figures standing there, swaying in the wind like weeds.

Si Xiaoping looked over and saw that they were all people contaminated by the Dark Moon.

“Is there already one on the road?”

Si Xiaoping couldn't help but quicken his pace.

With his head lowered, Si Xiaoping tried his best not to look up at the sky.

After arriving at Professor Zhou’s office.

Si Xiaoping directly found what Professor Zhou was talking about.

It was a worn-out bright yellow cloth bag.

The surface has begun to wear and the threads have started to come loose at the opening of the bag.

Si Xiaoping picked up the cloth bag and hurried back.

I hurried back. Old Wu was still standing there swaying like a zombie in a movie.

It gives people a feeling that they are about to fall at any time.

"Mr. Zhou, I have brought all the things." Si Xiaoping handed the bright yellow cloth bag to Professor Zhou while panting.

Professor Zhou opened the cloth bag and quickly took out various things from it.

Ancient copper coins, a worn-out rooster bowl, some yellow charms and cinnabar.

It seems that Professor Zhou actually has a bit of Lin Zhengying's feeling.

Generally speaking, the art of exorcism is used to harm people in the eyes of the public.

But in fact, the art of Yansheng is used to suppress and pray.

Just as Ye Zhen said before, the art of exorcism has actually been integrated into our cultural customs.

Even if you use it, you will not realize it and have no idea that it is actually a method of warding off evil.

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Theoretically speaking, summoning spirits does not fall into the category of shamanic techniques.

Si Xiaoping asked, "Mr. Wu, is there anything I can do?"

Professor Zhou handed the Five Emperors' Coins that had just been painted with cinnabar to Si Xiaoping, "Go and stick these Five Emperors' Coins on Old Wu's forehead."

Si Xiaoping did as Professor Zhou said.

"Mr. Zhou, are you trying to summon the soul of Mr. Wu?" Si Xiaoping was originally a member of the Yansheng sect.

Although he has not cultivated the power of Yan Sheng, he still has a deep understanding of the general techniques of Yan Sheng.

"I remember there doesn't seem to be anything like summoning spirits in the art of exorcism." Si Xiaoping pressed the Five Emperors' Coins tightly against Old Wu's forehead.

The cinnabar on the Five Emperors' Coins suddenly lit up like a neon light.

Professor Zhou was writing with blood ink.

This piece of blood-ink is red with a hint of black.

The main ingredients are cinnabar, black dog blood and various herbs.

Times are changing, and so are technologies.

You want to find a live black dog to take blood in a place like modern times.

Obviously it is not realistic at all.

If you post it online, you may be cyberbullied by dog ​​lovers.

Blood ink is a better alternative.

After grinding out the blood ink with wine.

Professor Zhou dipped the brush directly into some red and black ink.

"The art of warding off evil does not have any techniques like summoning spirits."

"But I'm not trying to summon the spirit of Old Wu."

Si Xiaoping didn't understand, "Didn't you say that Mr. Wu's soul was taken away?"

"If we don't summon the spirits, what else can we do?"

Professor Zhou wrote Old Wu's name and birth date on a yellow talisman.

Then he pasted the yellow talisman onto the little straw doll.

The scarecrow is only about twenty centimeters in size.

It looked like it was just randomly tied up with straw to form a rough human shape.

"Go and cut some of Old Wu's hair." Professor Zhou instructed Si Xiaoping.

Si Xiaoping carefully grabbed the few soft silver threads that Old Wu had and cut off a small handful.

Professor Zhou wrapped Old Wu's hair with the yellow talisman he had just written and stuffed it directly into the scarecrow's body.

He then took out a bundle of thin red ropes from the bright yellow, worn-out cloth bag.

One end was tied to the scarecrow and the other end was tied to Lao Wu's finger.

In this way, the two had an inexplicable connection at this moment.

The scarecrow, which was originally lying on the table, slowly sat up by himself.

It's like it has come to life.

Although Si Xiaoping has a deep understanding of the art of exorcism.

After all, he is still a member of the Yansheng sect.

It’s just that the origin of Yan Sheng is too ancient.

It is considered one of the earliest witchcrafts in China.

It is constantly developing, but for Professor Zhou this may be the last generation.

Therefore, no one can say that he can recognize all the techniques of exorcism.

Boom.

After the stand-in Scarecrow stood up, he spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes in less than three seconds.

Professor Zhou's expression became more solemn as the substitute scarecrow burned. (End of this chapter)