Chapter 1044： 尸神神术3

Then take a piece of paper from the bag, let Ye Shaoyang and Wu Yao play an umbrella together, be careful not to let the rain drip, then take out a brush and start drawing.

Ye Shaoyang carefully observed that the shape of these papers is very strange, with a rectangle on the top and a pointed triangle on the bottom.

On the brush is the cinnabar, which draws words on the magical not like words and paintings.

The Taoist spirit symbol is divided into three parts: the head, the symbol, the foot, and the indispensable.

However, the characters of Mu Qing's rain paintings are completely absent from the top to the next.

Even painting twelve characters, Mu Qingyu handed the spirit to Ye Shaoyang first, and before he came to the pile of charcoal fire, the charcoal had burned almost.

Mu Qingyu pulled it with a bamboo stick and found the thickest charcoal. He grabbed a piece of wet soil and wrapped it around the charcoal, letting Ye Shaoyang pass the copper pot of the previous meal, leaving some glutinous rice left.

Mu Qingyu took a spoonful of raw rice, chewed it into his mouth, spit it in the basin, but it was covered with blood.

Ye Shaoyang was shocked. She suspected that she had bitten her tongue and mixed the glutinous rice with blood. She saw her practice seriously and did not ask.

Mu Qingyu took out three pieces of bamboo raft from the bag, one green and one yellow, and the other side of the scorpion drilled a hole, and they were stringed together with a twine.

When Mu Qingyu pulled down the twine, he tightened the bamboo poles to form a triangle bracket. He got a corpse and the three legs of the "stent" were stuck in the body and two shoulders.

At the first sight of Ye Shaoyang, although he did not understand the mystery, he also knew that Bacheng was related to the three souls of the people.

Mu Qingyu grabbed the glutinous rice that had been stained by blood, and slid down the sputum, splitting into three, and sliding down the body along the bamboo board.

Mu Qingyu first smashed something in Miao language, then changed the Chinese language, and said: "The emperor's chair in the mountain, the three beams on the beam, the soul of a soul, the flat body and the corpse..."

Then he took the charcoal that was still burning, opened the clothes of the corpse, and sold it in the middle of the heart, and there was a word in his mouth.

The part that is burned by charcoal emits a sizzling sound and the green smoke rises.

Ye Shaoyang immediately smelled the smell of human flesh, which was not unpleasant, but the smell connected human flesh and food. This feeling... almost let Ye Shaoyang spit it out on the spot.

Wu Yao has long been hiding, not afraid to approach.

With a bang, the body burned by charcoal, his hands suddenly slammed up and straightened ninety degrees forward. Like the zombies in the movie, his eyes slammed open, as big as a brass bell, his eyes were murky.

A charm, posted on the zombie door, immediately fixed.

Mu Qingyu took a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Shaoyang. He said: "This set of procedures needs to be just right. It’s anxious to get rid of the corpse, and it’s going to swindle the corpse later."

Mu Qingyu took out a bronze bell in his left hand and shook it against the zombie. He said, "Get up!"

The zombie stood up, his arms straight and motionless.

Wu Yao immediately ran to Ye Shaoyang, Rao is she is a seedling, knowing a lot about witchcraft, and really seeing zombies, it is inevitable to show some fear.

Mu Qingyu took out a long-awaited fight and put it on the head of the zombie to prevent the spirits from getting wet by the rain. Secondly, the yang and the light were isolated to prevent the zombies from absorbing too much yang and easy to change.

Mu Qingyu cooked like this, turning twelve bodies into zombies and standing in a row.

After a little rest, Mu Qingyu apologized to Ye Shaoyang: "Shaoyang brother, I still have to practice, this part can not let you see, please avoid it."

Ye Shaoyang once understood, Miao Xinjiang witchcraft, pay attention to is a "secret" word, because witchcraft will never pass on outsiders, can continue to multiply to today, once they are studied by outsiders, they will face many dangers.

"You are careful." Ye Shaoyang took care of it and took Wu Yao to the side of the mountain for a while and found a place to sit down.

Ye Shaoyang looked back and burned a piece of fire. It was faint to see the shadow of Mu Qingyu’s dance around the fire.

Recalling the whole process of the practice, all the procedures down to the extreme, can not help but sigh: "The corpse is really amazing."

Wu Yao asked: "In your Han Chinese spell, is there no corpse?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head: "The spells are also based on demand. The Han people don't have to rush, so there is no such spell."

If you kill zombies, you have a million ways, but the dead people who have dispersed the corpse are condensed into corpses, turned into zombies, and then sealed with the spirits, and can control the road, how difficult it is, only Ye Shaoyang The spell master can understand.

Suddenly thought that since the Miaojiang Wizards can make the dead bodies walk, is there any spell that can refer to the dead bodies to do other more complicated things?

If it does, it would be terrible.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Mu Qingyu summoned the two to the past. As soon as I saw it, all the bodies stood in one direction, with a fight on the head and a queue.

Mu Qingyu sat on a stone and looked tired.

"The sky is still not black, the corpse must be dark to catch up, we just have a rest here." Mu Qingyu said.

Ye Shaoyang nodded and sat down beside her and inquired about some things about the corpse.

In Miaojiang, there was a special corpse corpse before, and it was very strict. It must be a pure Miao, and it must undergo multiple assessments. The important thing is the sensitivity to the direction.

It’s absolutely impossible to rush to the corpse in the middle of the night, to wear mountains and forests, and to get lost.

Mu Qingyu talked a lot about the elements of the corpse, and finally laughed: "The most important point is that the corpse must be long and ugly, so fierce and evil, so that the zombies can be shaken."

Ye Shaoyang stared at her face and smiled. "Then you are definitely not up to standard, and it is far worse."

"I love to listen to this," Mu Qingyu grinned. "I was driving the ducks on the shelves. Fortunately, there was no leak."

When it was dark, Mu Qingyu stood up and walked up to the front of the zombie, screaming a handful of paper money in the wind, then shaking the copper bell and shouting with a clear voice:

"God, fight!"

Twelve bodies, holding both hands, jumped forward and kept the same rhythm.

In the moonlight, this scene is simply strange.

Ye Shaoyang walked in the front, responsible for opening the road before the sprinkling, while alerting to avoid the presence of pheasant wild dogs.

Zombies are most afraid of cocking and barking.

Mu Qingyu rushed to the body, walking fast and not slow, always watching his feet.

Zombies can jump, not afraid of soiling the body. Anyone can walk, zombies can go, but they must not go back.

Wu Yao clung to Ye Shaoyang's hand and was very nervous.

The three men rushed on the road and walked for an hour or so. Mu Qingyu suddenly stopped, his face was dignified, and he called Ye Shaoyang. The voice was a little trembling:

"Shaoyang brother, what do you feel?"

Ye Shaoyang stunned, "What's wrong?"

"I feel that something has entered the team, I can't look back, you can help me take a look!"

(Yesterday, there was one less chapter, because I sat in the train one day and one night yesterday. Tomorrow is my good brother Yue Heng’s birthday. Blessing, a wave of red envelopes will be issued at night.