Chapter 35

The yard was full of people. Her eyes only focused on the Taoist priest, and her blood would coagulate.

The Taoist drew a complicated totem in the air, lit a yellow amulet on the incense candle, read a few incantations in his mouth, looked at the door with Eagle like eyes, and suddenly stopped on Ning Yixu's face.

His mantra suddenly disordered the rhythm, as if a gas jump disordered the heart devil, "poof" of a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell on the Yellow amulet, and the Yellow amulet that had not burned out fell on the ground and could not be burned any more.

Ning Yixu's back was sweating.

All the elders sitting next to them stood up. In the face of this sudden strange situation, although the people present were surprised, they didn't show any panic, they were still calm.

Two young ladies came up to the old lady and asked, "Mr. wucang, what's the matter?"

Qin Yunjing stood beside the old lady, waiting for the old Taoist to answer.

However, the old Taoist went straight to Ning Yixu. He stared at her for a long time and pulled up her right hand.

We don't know what the old Taoist meant, but Ning Yixu did.

There was a thick cold sweat on her forehead.

This old Taoist can't see through at a glance. She's not Zou Li.

The old Taoist looked at it for several minutes and kept saying "impossible".

The old lady followed and looked at Zou Li's eyes with the highest authority. She was obviously not happy.

She seems to be to blame for all this.

Xue Zhibing gently reminded Ning Yixu: "this is old lady Qin."

In fact, Ning Yixu doesn't have to remind her that Mrs. Qin is from a big family and the eldest of the Qin family. She can recognize it even if she has no eyesight.

She wanted to open her mouth to call the old lady, but she was too scared to come out.

The old lady didn't like her any more, but she didn't dare to interrupt the old Taoist and wait for him to speak.

The old Taoist pinched his fingers for a while, took out two runes from his sleeve, and said to the little disciple, "Dao."

The little disciple handed a shiny dagger to the master.

Ning Yixu subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand. The old Taoist was so strong that he didn't put her hand down. With a wave of the dagger, he cut her two fingertips.

Xue Zhibing covers her mouth and doesn't dare to make a sound, which is also It's weird!

Everyone was surprised by the Taoist's action. Qin Yunjing watched Zou Li, and didn't understand why she was an outsider, and why her grandfather's affairs had to be related to her.

Even in this case, he had to go to the hospital in person to bring her.

He was not a superstitious person, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods. He didn't reject the Taoist metaphysics handed down by his ancestors.

Ning Yixu's fingertips tingle, and the pain spreads to the brain through nerve endings, which makes her sober and calm.

Looking at his own blood drop on Huang Fu, Ning Yixu is slightly relieved. As long as it's not for her life, what's a little blood?

The blood soon drips the Yellow amulet. The old Taoist didn't mean to let it go. Instead, he pinched her palm to make the blood drips faster.

Ning Yixu was still a patient, who could stand such bleeding, and his face faded pale.

The cold sweat on her forehead ran across her cheek and wet her hair. She didn't frown, as if it wasn't her own blood.

Qin Yunjing's indifferent eyes crossed several people and fell on her drooping face. There were several explorations in the bottom of her eyes.

Zou Li, it seems that something is different.

This little problem was not enough to arouse his curiosity. When the Taoist let go of her hand, he turned to look at the Yellow amulet in the Taoist's hand.

Servant came to Ning Yixu bandage, Xue Zhibing took a wet towel to help her wipe sweat, "shed so much blood, really suffer."