My master is the coffin

Chapter 283 Sorcery
A few of us heard our adoptive father say that.The well-trained took out the ghost-suppressing charm.In a place like this, the absence of ghosts is not normal.

The adoptive father saw us like this and asked, "Is there a ghost?"

The thin man nodded: "There are some little ghosts, but don't worry. There are so many of us cultivators here, and our skills are all good, those ghosts ran away far away."

The adoptive father nodded nervously, and then asked the thin man, "Can you see ghosts?"

The thin man turned his head and smiled: "Do you want to see it?"

The adoptive father quickly shook his head: "Let's forget it."

We took two steps forward and were well into the center of the cemetery.

Suddenly, I felt a huge yin rushing in front of me.I couldn't help shivering.I quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, there is a problem ahead."

In fact, everyone stopped without me shouting.

I told the abbot: "Take care of my adoptive father, you two follow behind. Be careful, don't be found out. Don't fall behind."

The abbot put away his hippie smile, supported my adoptive father and followed behind.The old man fighting the cock was obviously also very frightened, he leaned close to the abbot, shrinking, obviously regarded the abbot with big ears as an outsider.

We four monks walked in the front.They lined up with mahogany swords in their hands.

Suddenly, the old man fighting cock exclaimed: "What is it?"

We were startled, turned around quickly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The old man pointed to a nearby tombstone: "I saw a shadow over there just now, and it disappeared in a flash. Is there a ghost?"

Wushuang looked over there suspiciously: "There is no ghost. However, it seems to be quite dark."

Wushuang and I walked over there side by side, checked over there, and found nothing.

Then he waved his hand: "Go ahead."

There should be a center in front.It's very cloudy there.spread out around.

We took two steps forward, and saw a few old trees growing in front of us, with one or two fires shining through them.

I pointed to that side with my mahogany sword and said, "Over there."

A group of us bent over and slowly leaned over.

Behind the old tree, there are rows of tombstones.In the middle of the tombstone, there was a fire, and the fire was blazing.Sitting cross-legged by the fire was a bald old man.

Wushuang whispered: "Isn't that the old bustard? What is he doing? Does he look weird?"

The thin man whispered, "Don't act rashly, let's take a look."

We nodded yes.Some were squatting and some were lying on their stomachs, watching the fire quietly.

After a few minutes, I saw the old man take out a dagger from behind.Then, he cut his wrist.

I saw the blood on his wrist like a red thread, slowly flowing into a bowl.

After ten minutes, he took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his wrist.

He put the bowl of blood on the ground.Sitting motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

It only takes a few seconds.I heard a grunt.It seemed that someone was swallowing, but the sound of swallowing was a bit too loud.

We followed the sound and looked over.I saw a black shadow the size of a child slowly walking over.

Our eyes were fixed on that place.The firelight gradually illuminated the black shadow.It was a chicken, very large, about the size of a four- or five-year-old child.

The chicken circled the bowl of blood, watching the old bustard vigilantly as it circled.

The old bustard remained motionless, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.I was even a little skeptical that he had already held his breath.

The chicken tilted its head and looked at the old bustard for a while, and the feathers that were erected on its body gradually fell down, as if it had let down its vigilance.

Wushuang whispered, "What is this chicken? Why are all its feathers red?"

Her voice was very soft.But the chicken turned its head abruptly and looked in our direction.

We're not sure what's going on though.But he could also imagine that the situation was not good, so he quickly lowered his body.

The chicken looked at it for a while, then finally turned its head away, and began to concentrate on looking at the bowl of blood.

Then, I saw it lower its head and start drinking blood.How evil is the whole process.

We all kept silent, pretending to be dead like the old bustard.

Suddenly, the old gamecock man behind us let out a low cry.It's not loud, but it's not small either.Immediately startled that flaming cock.

I turned around angrily and looked at him: "What's the matter with you?"

The frowning gesture of the old man fighting cock.He hasn't figured out why yet.Suddenly there was another cry of pain.Rolled on the ground.

There was something wrong with the old man fighting cock, and I couldn't care less about it.Raise the flashlight to shine on him.

At this time, I found that a skinny chicken was pecking at him.The old man fighting cock wanted to get up and run away.But that chicken seems to be spiritual.Pecked down on his forehead.After a few mouthfuls, the old man fighting cock was bloodied and dizzy.

I cursed inwardly, swung the mahogany sword casually, and slashed at the chicken.

The chicken was split in half from back to breast.Seeing dead.But it uttered a chicken cry when it was dying.

The call sounded like a signal, and immediately after that, there were countless cock crows in the cemetery.

When I was a child and taken to the countryside by my adoptive parents, I used to witness the cock crow in the morning.As long as one chicken starts to crow, all the chickens in the whole village will crow.

But before midnight, the chickens suddenly crowed.I don't know why, but I always feel that there is something weird about it.

The thin man's face was pale, and he muttered to himself: "The rooster is crowing."

I still haven't figured out what this sentence means.Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the air.

Then, countless black figures appeared and rushed towards the fire.

A few seconds later, the old bustard was surrounded by countless chickens.

These chickens are very abnormal, they exude a strong Yin Qi.Especially the fiery red rooster should be the king of the flock.

It's like feeling cheated.Angrily screamed.The blood bowl in front of the old bustard was overturned.It also rushed towards the old bustard.

The old bustard let out an exclamation, and quickly backed away.He stepped back and shouted: "Friends under the tree, you ruined my good deed, why don't you come and help me?"

The thin man picked up the mahogany sword and shouted: "Let's go."

The four of us cultivators rushed over with our mahogany swords in hand.The abbot protected his adoptive father and dragged the old man fighting cock to stay under the tree.

I figured all the chickens in the woodland had gathered around the fire.

The cockfighting old man held a shining knife in his hand, and the knife was engraved with patterns.He swung it wantonly, and the chickens were cut by him, fell down, and fell into a pool of blood.

After the four of us joined, those evil chickens soon suffered heavy casualties.

The chicken king was furious and rushed towards us.But the five of us worked together to block it.

The old bustard Wushuang shouted: "What's the matter with this chicken? It's so evil?"

The old bustard shouted: "Don't hurt it, I managed to raise it."

Wushuang was surprised: "You raised it? You raised it for so long, and it even wants to kill you?"

The old bustard didn't speak, just gritted his teeth, raised his knife and chopped down all the chickens around him.In front of us, there is only the chicken king.

It howled angrily, suddenly shook its wings, flew up, and escaped.

I looked at the red figure in amazement: "Can this chicken fly so high?"

The old bustard didn't speak, just sat down in the pile of blood, panting heavily.He looked at us with dissatisfaction.

The thin man looked at the old bustard with a serious face: "Roosters, like mahogany swords, can restrain evil. You actually feed them with blood? Make them evil? What do you want to do?"

The old bustard gasped and said, "What do you want to do? If it weren't for you, I would have succeeded today."

We squatted down around the old bustard: "Old man, tell the truth and tell us everything you know. Otherwise, you won't be able to pass our test today."

The old bustard sneered: "You? Are you guys strong? Can you beat me?"

The thin man looked at him and said, "We really can't beat you. However, if the four of us rush forward, we still have a five-point chance of winning. What's more, you just poured out that half bowl of blood. Your vitality is seriously injured. If you fight, You must suffer. Am I right?"

(End of this chapter)