When I saw the blue light coming, I knew something was wrong, so I turned around to avoid it.
The light rubbed my ear tightly and flew out. The old man didn't look like he was dying just now. He rolled down the mound with a thump.
Although the old man can't do any magic, he is very crafty. If I had not captured him by the method of soul separation, I might have been in a coma under his hypnosis. The fat guide said that this guy was secretly practicing some magic array here. I think it must be strange to come here. If he escapes, he may play some new tricks. That would be a problem.
I took out a magic talisman to catch up with it. I don't know what strange footwork that old guy has practiced. He has a strange and erratic figure. He has already escaped far between three jumps and two jumps. He will run out of my sight.
If there is an invisible needle in the hand, I can control it with a little assurance, but now it is not on my body.
What can I do?
Time is running out. I can't think too long. I can only spell it.
I took out the cinnabar and put it on the sole of my shoes, stepping on his footprints one by one. Then he broke the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then he drew a bunch of incantations in the air.
"Stop!" I had a high drink and my feet were close together.
With a bang, the old man's figure suddenly stopped with my action.
this is as like as two peas I have learned from the book of Yin, although it has been tested several times, it is all done by small animal, or it is exactly the same size and location as this big mound.
That is to say, this is a small array of nine Yin trapped immortals!
I came near and crouched to see a thumb sized Woodcarving in the rubble.
The wood carving is lifelike. It's a woman in a suit and a smile. Isn't that the woman in the old guy's picture?
Under the woodcarving is a stone plate, which is bright red and dripping with blood.
There are different levels of blood stains, new and old. It seems that they are caused by dripping every other period of time.
There are still some faint handwriting in the bloodstain. I picked it up and saw that it was not Japanese or Chinese, but numbers.
1987,04,08
1972,05,13
1992,08.24
1988,05,27
……
At a glance, these numbers are all birthdays.
I was stupefied for a moment. I suddenly thought of something. I took out my cell phone and opened the information Xiao Wu sent me.
Sure enough, these numbers are all dates of birth, and they are the ones killed by the number demanded. The last one is QIN NA's.
It's really the old guy's ghost, but what is he doing?
I pinched my finger and calculated it. I converted everyone's birthday into eight characters. I woke up with a start.
This is the return to Yang array!
Before a man dies, he can use magic to keep one of his spirits in a vessel, and then select twelve special birthdays to sacrifice in order to recall the three souls and seven Spirits of the dead, so as to become the spirit of the vessel without having to be reincarnated.
The old man wanted to use this method to make his lover live even though he was dead?