The years I was a birdman

Chapter 259
"what!!!!!"

A scream came from the innermost layer of the Snake Cave Mountain. This cry was not made by anyone else, it was the third grader.

It was lying on the ground at this moment, trembling uncontrollably, with its mouth tightly closed, but the dark green blood couldn't stop gushing from the corner of its mouth, its expression was distorted, full of pain, but it didn't dare to make any sound. He could only lower his head and gasp for breath.

And on the ground not far in front of it, there is also a pool of dark green blood. In the blood, there seems to be something, it seems to be a piece of soft flesh, and that piece of soft flesh seems to be alive. Trembling uncontrollably, it looked like a big meat worm struggling to die.

The few remaining high-level egg monsters on both sides did not dare to say anything, and all of them lowered their heads. However, their expressions at this time are different, with atmosphere, with sneers, and gloating, The mouse brother lowered his head and touched his nose, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

At the end of the cave, Ranxi, whose upper body was covered by black mist, was pinching the demon egg crystal that was transformed after the death of the fourth day of junior high school. Because of the black mist, we couldn't see its expression, but from its It can be guessed from the voice that Ran Xi should be quite angry at this time.

Because its voice was very cold, it stretched out its hand and pointed at the third grader lying on the ground, and said, "You are really courageous, who told you to talk too much?"

The third grader lay on the ground, trembling even more, but didn't say a word.

Ran Xi gave a cold snort, and then said coldly: "Is it possible that after a while, when your wings harden, you won't even pay attention to me?"

After Ranxi finished speaking, the third grader was taken aback for a moment, and then he didn't care about whether he was shaking or hurting, he hurriedly raised his head, and kowtowed to Ranxi, it was very hard , There was a big gash on his forehead in a blink of an eye, blood gushed out, dripping all over his face, but it still didn't stop, as if he understood that if he stopped now, he would die in a blink of an eye.

In this way, after about 5 minutes, finally, the fifth day of the lunar new year came out from the side, saw it knelt down on one knee, and then said softly to Ranxi: "Mom, please calm down, I think, the third sister already knows her mistake Yes, and now that the war is imminent and all the brothers from all over the place are about to hatch, it is the time when manpower is needed, so I beg mother to give it a chance to make up for it.”

The third day tremblingly turned his head to look at the fifth day, his eyes were full of gratitude, and at the same time, full of regret. It recalled just now, when he came back from the mountain to report the battle situation, he didn't expect that when he accidentally said that he had told After the content of the duel between the three of Mr. Cui tomorrow, Ranxi was furious.

It couldn't help saying, and raised its right arm, Chu San only felt a gust of cool wind passing through his mouth, and then there was severe pain, and when he opened his mouth, his tongue was cut off abruptly and thrown out a long way.

It seems that the mother is angry with it again. The third year of junior high school is really frightening to the extreme. You must know that the mother's anger is enough to burn everything. Death is not terrible anymore. The most terrible thing is that life is worse than death.

Although these high-level egg monsters are usually supercilious, they are still as fragile as ants in front of Ranxi, and it is impossible to even resist, because Ranxi is much stronger than them. Egg Demon Old Ten is a good example. After annoying Ranxi, its skin separated from its muscles in the blink of an eye. Although Old Ten has grown new skin now, this lasted for nearly half a month. Its desperate screams at that time, in retrospect now, made the third grade of junior high school fear for no reason.

In the third grade of junior high school, I kept cursing myself, why should I talk too much?Alas, I really died on my proud mouth. It seems that these words are really not nonsense.

Fortunately, there is Chu Wu pleading for it now, so it is naturally full of gratitude. With the belief of survival, it looks up at Ranxi, hoping that it can save its own life, no, it should be an extravagant hope that it will not torture itself.

Misfortune comes out of the mouth, if you talk too much, it may cause a lot of trouble, and it is not impossible to even cause death. The night is still going on, and it is almost past eleven o'clock.

According to Mr. Cui's instructions, Zhang Shifei flew to the riverside. Now the dark clouds have dispersed and a round moon hangs in the sky, making the river surface bright and clean. Zhang Shifei put the bundle of dried mugwort in the jar , and then carefully filled the river with water. After finishing all this, he didn't know what to do. At this time, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he could only hope that Mr. Cui would live up to expectations this time and come up with a good idea. Come.

Otherwise, it will be really fucked up tomorrow. There are two endings, neither of which is good. , I was killed by Li Lanying, and since then I have been wiped out, and there is no third way to go.

Because of him, I really can't fight with Li Lanying, let alone kill him. Although they have fought before, it's just to the point of not hurting feelings, and most of them are drunk. Who will fight after the fight? I can't remember why, but now, if the fight starts, will I still not remember?
Zhang Shifei smiled wryly, and then he didn't care whether he was clean or buried. He sat directly on the river bank, staring at the river in a daze. In his imagination, there was Li Lanying. He sighed, he was not afraid of death, but he understood that dying like this was really useless and meaningless. Similarly, he was facing the so-called justice in his heart. It wasn't so clear, but when he thought of those poor people he met before, he couldn't bear to admit defeat.

This is just comparing one's own heart to one's heart. He is a poor person, a miserable person. Naturally, he doesn't want such things like him to happen to many people. After all, the fewer poor people the better, isn't it?
What should be done?Zhang Shifei scratched his hair, he could only look forward to Mr. Cui, this was his last hope, although the waiting time for the answer was very difficult.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Mr. Cui and Yi Xinxing finally came. Zhang Shifei saw the two of them rushing to this side, so he stood up in a hurry, and then went to meet him. Before he could speak, Mr. Cui So he spoke first, and he said to Zhang Shifei, "Have you done what you were asked to do?"

Zhang Shifei nodded, and then replied to him: "I've done it, it's right there, I'm soaking, separate, can you tell me what to do, I'm so confused, please."

Mr. Cui ignored him, but ran over there, picked up the jar full of river water and mugwort, and looked at it carefully, because most of the mugwort leaves disappeared after being soaked, they were already dry branches and dead leaves. A little bit angry, the leaf slowly unfolded and swaggered gently in the water. Mr. Cui was obviously satisfied with the effect. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Yi Xinxing: " Okay, I should be able to catch up, Lao Yi, let's start counting."

Yi Xinxing nodded, then sat cross-legged, took out a notebook and wrote something quickly on it, and then Mr. Cui felt relieved. He sat on the ground and said to Zhang Shifei: "Don't worry Well, it's almost there, you sit down first, I'm telling you what to do next."

Please help, this is Mr. Cui's first sentence to Zhang Shifei. Mr. Cui smiled wryly and said: "Now this matter is beyond our ability to deal with, so I plan to ask for help."

Zhang Shifei wondered for a while, why should he ask for help, and who should he ask for?how please?Besides, in this barren mountain, where can I ask for help?Moreover, if Zhang Shifei remembers correctly, Mr. Cui once said before that there are very few people with real skills in this world, and most of those people don't see the end, just like Uncle Lin from the Yifu Pavilion , not returning home, wandering around all day long, so what happened to this rescuer?

It was only then that Zhang Shifei noticed Mr. Cui's hand, and saw two things in his hand. The left hand was a round thing, which looked a bit like an old cosmetic box with a skull pattern on it, and Zhang Shifei recognized what was in his right hand. It was a broken pot, which was used when cooking fish soup at noon today.

This basin belongs to Yi Xinxing. Among the backpacks of the three, he is the one that holds the most and the most miscellaneous things, basically everything, not to mention the enamel jar, and this iron basin. But now, Mr. Cui holds The iron basin inside is not what it was at noon, the bottom of the basin was gone, as if it had been cut by a knife, now it looks like a big iron ring.

At this time, Mr. Cui also took out some yellow paper from his backpack. He bit his left index finger and smeared on the paper. When Zhang Shifei told him his doubts, Mr. Cui replied: : "That's right, in the current world, there are not many people with real skills, and those who can help us, it is undeniable, almost all of them are dead."

"Then what should we do?" Zhang Shifei asked.

Mr. Cui drew a talisman and pressed it with a stone. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Shifei, smiled wryly and said to him, "It's easy to handle. Let the dead help us."

"Dead man? Boss, stop joking. How can the dead man help us? Where can we find the dead man?"

While drawing a talisman, Mr. Cui replied: "The well water paints the mirror."

Well water smearing mirrors is a Taoist secret method, and it is a way for people to communicate with dead souls. Mr. Cui said to Zhang Shifei, the preparations we are doing now are all for preparing well water smearing mirrors. Originally, Cui My husband doesn't want to use it, but now the situation forces me to take care of it.

Mr. Cui continued to say that if you want to complete the well water painting mirror, you must have well water, river water, as long as it has not been artificially processed, it is fine, and you must have a mirror. At this time, one of the conditions to trigger this secret method One, of course, the most important thing is to have a moon. This moon is not an ordinary moon, but a full moon. Because this secret method really means acting against the sky, so a month can only occur on the fifteenth day of each month. It can be used once at a time, but not more than one hour, that is, two hours.

Zhang Shifei was stunned when he heard this. He seemed to have heard Mr. Cui say this before, but because he didn't pay much attention at the time, he forgot about it. Now he really understands. Why did Mr. Cui do this? It turned out that when he said please help, he was going to use this water or mirror to find ghosts to help!
This method is quite novel and magical, but problems also followed. Zhang Shifei was uneasy, and he said to Mr. Cui: "Separate, you said that a month can only be used on the day of the fifteenth." This thing, but now is the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar! Can this... work?"

Mr. Cui nodded, and then said to the right and wrong, "It can be done, you know, it is the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar, but it will be the fifteenth day in an hour, and the fifteenth day I said can only be used to paint the mirror, in fact It is wrong. Strictly speaking, it should be NO.16, because we have to use this technology at a specific hour. This hour is ugly, that is, two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the moon is sixteen on the fifteenth day. That's the reason."

"But it's not one day away, brother." Zhang Shifei looked at Mr. Cui, thinking how bad his arithmetic is, why can't he figure it out?

Mr. Cui smiled bitterly, and then said to Zhang Shifei: "Actually, even if you are fifteen, you can complete this technique, but the light waves of the moon are not effective enough, and the picture on the mirror will be very blurred, and it may even be half I can't support it for an hour, because I tried it at the lakeside of Jingpo Lake before, but the difficulty lies here. You must know that ghosts are not omnipotent, and you have to give them time to think. Half an hour is not enough, so , if we want to use this number one day in advance, we have to do something."

In fact, the full moon has a strong magnetic field. It is called "full moon radio" in scientific terms. It refers to a certain kind of radio wave emitted by the moon. On the day of the full moon, it is the strongest. Therefore, during the full moon, There are also many wonderful things that happen in the world, including the ebb and flow of the tide, and the abnormality of animals. There are myths in foreign countries that werewolves will transform when the full moon is full. I am afraid it is because of this.

The well water smear mirror that Mr. Cui said is actually a kind of folk secret art. Although folk things may sound evil, it turns out that there are many secret arts that can be explained more or less by science, including This well water painting mirror is to use the specific wavelength emitted by the full moon and some kind of opportunity to accomplish a seemingly impossible thing.

On the [-]th and [-]th, although the wavelength of the moon's radio is different, the difference is very small. Therefore, Mr. Cui just now discussed with Yi Xinxing, who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, how to use artificial means to change this wavelength. So as to break this rule to complete the effect of well water coating mirror.

It turned out that such a thing happened, Zhang Shifei was surprised, he murmured to Mr. Cui, "Is this... possible?"

Mr. Cui shook his head, and then said: "How will you know if you don't try it? You have to know that before the advent of computers, computers were also a myth. Humans are compulsive animals. If you are impatient, you can do anything."

After finishing speaking, he started to draw talismans again. In a blink of an eye, it was past twelve o'clock. Zhang Shifei looked up at the moon. To be honest, he really couldn't see the difference between the moon that appeared today and the moon tomorrow. What a difference.

No way, I don't understand, I can only wait.

When it was almost one o'clock, I saw Mr. Cui heaving a long sigh of relief, and then said: "It's done, the next thing is to depend on fate."

Zhang Shifei looked at Mr. Cui, who was sweating profusely, feeling a little guilty in his heart. He felt guilty because of his powerlessness. He kept saying that he wanted to save the fat man, but he couldn't help him at all. This feeling is really disgusting. , Thinking of this, he sighed, then took out a facial tissue and handed it to Mr. Cui to wipe his sweat, and asked him: "What wavelength do you want to change, is it to use mugwort?"

Mr. Cui shook his head, and then said to Zhang Shifei: "No, Artemisia argyi is just to lock the 'Qi', what is really going to be used is this broken pot and the spell, of course, there is still time, Mr. Yi, did you figure it out?!"

Yi Xinxing was still writing on the sidelines, and he replied as he wrote: "Hurry up, don't rush, there are still a few more, um, that's it, figure it out!! Two o'clock ten! Two o'clock ten is the most suitable Already!!"

Mr. Cui nodded, and then put the broken pot in his hand upside down on the enamel tank, and pasted a few spells on the joint. After doing this, they rested. During the rest, Mr. Cui He said to Zhang Shifei: "For a while, you'd better not talk, understand? No matter how ugly you see, don't open your mouth, or I will have a hard time... Oh, forget it, you should go to bed first, okay?" ?”

Zhang Shifei was a little puzzled, wondering what horrible thing he hadn't seen before?Why did Mr. Cui let him sleep now? He didn't even think about it. It was a critical moment. If Zhang Shifei could still fall asleep, how big would his heart be?

Thinking of this, Zhang Shifei said to Mr. Cui: "I can't sleep, I promise not to talk, okay?"

Mr. Cui smiled wryly, as if he had something hard to say, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Then, well, no matter what you see or hear, you promise, you will forget about him."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Shifei secretly thought in his heart that it must be quite serious, otherwise he would not have said this separately. Also, if he wanted to talk about ghosts, Zhang Shifei had really seen it before, and he was just Bai Wuchang, that Bai Wuchang He was so shameless that he almost scared Zhang Shifei to pee his pants. This time, Mr. Cui asked the ghost for help. I guess the ghost this time is not an idle person. If he spoke by himself, it might be self-defeating. He nodded solemnly.

During the time of waiting for [-]:[-], Mr. Cui kept his head down. The time passed by like this. Zhang Shifei looked at his phone. It was [-]:[-]. Mr. Cui nodded to Yi Xinxing , Then he got up and made a few uncharacteristic movements. Mr. Cui stretched out his hand, scratched his hair, and then wiped some dirt on his clothes. He looked like he was fleeing. The most amazing thing, He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to scratch his face with red marks. Zhang Shifei felt strange, why did he do this?

Finally, at ten past two, Yi Xinxing told Mr. Cui that it was time to start, so Mr. Cui nodded, then opened the small mirror in his hand, dipped his hand in some water, and smeared it on the mirror surface. While painting, he seemed to be reluctantly shouting: "Zhang Wencai, Zhang Wencai, Zhang Wencai!!"

Zhang Shifei blinked his eyes, and swallowed when he saw Mr. Cui's mournful face, thinking to himself, who is this Zhang Wencai, and why does it seem so familiar?
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