From far away, there were fierce gunshots and fluctuations of magic.
However, Zhang Yue was affected by the evil magic, and his body was transformed into a demon. He actually broke out. Fortunately, he was crazy and had no intention of killing. Although some people were injured, they were generally fine. It was just that Zhang Yue was originally an ordinary person, but he actually took the small-caliber gunshots. Nothing happened, but it was enough to be terrifying.
Wei Yuan used a small wooden box to collect the scales and armor fragments that he had just cut off.
Then he put the sword back into the sheath.
At this time, the disciple named Zhao Yi from Weiming Sect also followed in. Knowing that the white sheep was his junior brother, he was stunned and turned around, and then he bared his teeth. No matter how you look at it, it is a sheep. His junior brother is not bad, how could he fall into this low-level trick?
Generally speaking, the method of creating animals is easy to crack, just open the sheepskin.
But he turned several times and didn't know how to take it off. The sheepskin seemed to grow on Xuanyi's body. He wanted to lie down to see if he could open it from his belly, but Xuanyi kicked him in the chest in anger and he fell to the ground.
"This is troublesome..."
Zhao Yi rubbed his belly and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I have to go back and ask the elders for help."
"I can't do it, and my senior sister may not be able to break this method. This is not something that people like us can break."
"Or wait until the Taoist priest in the Tianshi Mansion captures the Taoist who cast the spell, and then he can break this technique."
As he said this, his eyes were fixed on Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan had just put away his sword and observed Xuanyi's state. He could barely see that this was a layer of sheepskin covering his body. He thought about it and said:
"Come with me... I may have a way to break this technique."
Zhao Yi was slightly startled, and then overjoyed.
He stood up straight and bowed:
"Thank you, Master Wei."
Wei Yuan said: "I'm just trying it out, it may not work."
Then he sighed, took out two tissues, squatted down with his sword on his back, and wiped the tears of Zhang Xiaoyu who was still crying. His movements were gentle, but when he touched the little girl's cheek, Wei Yuan's movements froze for a moment.
The crouching tiger waist card trembled slightly, and the corresponding words appeared on the spiritual platform.
Wei Yuan's movements returned to normal, wiped the little girl's face, and said:
"Let's go."
......
It was still the museum with wooden counters that were so old that the paint was peeling.
Xuan Yi and Zhao Yi led Zhang Xiaoyu, who was temporarily unsure of what to do, in.
Wei Yuan poured them a glass of water and brought a bottle of Coke to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Asking them to wait for a moment, he went to the front of the museum, took out a box, opened the seal, and inside, covered with red cloth, was a pair of ancient black iron scissors with a strong evil aura. It was the Yin object of the Tian family's female servant. After the bone girl painted skin was killed, the iron scissors were placed here by Wei Yuan.
Ordinary knives would only cut the sheepskin and human skin together.
This thing is different. It was originally a treasure of the painted skin, and it was specially used for skinning.
Naturally, it can only cut the sheepskin, and the evil aura on it can also be used to break the evil method.
Wei Yuan held the iron scissors and said:
"I want you to do something. Wait a minute, just untie the sheepskin and don't hurt the human body."
The scissors trembled slightly, and the sound was like a sharp laugh, with disdain and resentment in it.
Wei Yuan said: "This is your help to me. I will find a way to dissipate your anger and transform you from a Yin object into a magic weapon. Then I can let you go."
The big black iron scissors opened and closed, as if laughing wantonly.
Wei Yuan said patiently: "Think about it."
The iron scissors still refused to cooperate.
Wei Yuan instantly pulled out the broken sword that had been pinned behind his waist with his left hand, and pierced the wooden counter next to the iron scissors with a clang. His sword had changed a little bit after killing demons continuously. At this moment, the sword body was cold and murderous. Wei Yuan said:
"Do it?"
......
Wei Yuan walked back with a pair of honest iron scissors.
Then he let Xuan Yi lie down, and the scissors in his hand exuded a chill, but they obediently cut through the sheepskin. The sheepskin that had been cast with evil magic was easily cut open, and the resentment and hostility gathered on the iron scissors could also break the evil magic. Xuan Yi only felt a chill on his body, and then he felt like he could see the light of day.
The sheepskin fell to both sides.
Xuan Yi rolled out of it, spread his limbs and lay on the ground, panting violently.
Zhao Yi hurriedly helped his junior brother up, and the yellow talisman that had been prepared early was ignited by shaking his hand, and poured into the water to make a bowl of talisman water. He helped Xuan Yi drink it to drive away the evil residue in the body. Wei Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it worked, and then threw the honest iron scissors into the box and sealed it.
Ghosts are afraid of evil people, even the genitals are like this.
Turning around, I saw Zhang Xiaoyu sitting on the sofa obediently, holding a can of Coke, but still crying silently. At the corner between the bathroom and the small living room, several dead ghosts huddled together, staring at the can of Coke, their fingers almost embedded in the wall.
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then put the Coke on the coffee table.
He pushed it in the direction of the ghosts.
The dead ghosts were shocked and huddled together, in a mess.
Another one who can see? !
Lian Xuanyi and Zhao Yi, the two Taoist disciples, instinctively sensed the presence of Yin Qi after entering this place, but because there was no evil Qi, they just thought that the owner of the hall also raised Yin soldiers. Many Taoist sects have similar inheritances, but if you follow the right path, you will not hurt the harmony of heaven, and will not give birth to evil ghosts.
Out of courtesy, they did not open their eyes to see.
Wei Yuan sighed secretly, sealed the scissors, put a spell on them, walked to the living room, squatted down and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, whose eyes were red from crying. She was still in kindergarten. At such a young age, her skin was too pale, and her soul was unstable, with a tiny part of her soul escaping.
Wei Yuan reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a blue talisman flashed across his palm - exorcising ghosts.
This was a method developed after the last contact with Dong Yu. It can use the weak soul's shaking soul to see some memory images that he cares about. Of course, no matter how it changes, this magical power is ultimately a way to drive ghosts.
Zhang Xiaoyu is not a living person.
But she is not an ordinary ghost either...
She is a zombie.
When a person dies, his soul remains. Legend has it that the seventh day after death is the night of the soul returning.
The dead will return to the body to see their family before leaving, but there are many variables. One is that the soul is detained and fails to return to the body on the seventh day to finish the last earthly affairs. As a result, the body has been cremated or buried.
The soul cannot find the way home and becomes a wandering soul.
One is to lock the soul in the body, neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead.
This method is also called life extension in some places.
It is not the right way.
Summoning souls to extend life and pass the yang energy.
With my life, extend her life.
The picture unfolds in front of Wei Yuan.
......
The child's memory is colorful.
Like a series of crayon paintings.
Dad, mom, and myself.
Every little thing in the world is happy.
"Dad is a hero, omnipotent, able to lift me up high."
"Mom is a fairy, the most beautiful mother in the world."
The memory of this time, even the night is bright.
......
But suddenly the blue sky became gloomy.
She was sick.
The dark clouds filled the house.
Mom and Dad started to quarrel all night long.
Xiaoyu wanted to pull them apart, but Xiaoyu couldn't do it, and he was getting weaker and weaker.
Dad cried.
Stretched out a finger and scratched his face.
"Dad is crying, shame..."
Why is he crying even harder...
So sleepy, want to sleep.
So cold, so cold.
Mom is gone...
Xiaoyu seemed to have slept for a very long time, and Dad looked much older.
Mom is gone, Dad said she left us.
Dad hugged the little fish and cried, saying, "I will definitely cure your illness."
"You will get better."
"When you get better, Dad will take you to the biggest amusement park and play as long as you want."
But, Dad, Dad.
The little fish is not sick.
The little fish is just dead...