At night, Ajiu came to Aunt Mei's house.

Aunt Mei’s kitchen was covered with blood, and there were also a pile of crows. Judging from the number of accumulated numbers, there were almost dozens.

Crows are unknown things and are born with evil spirits. They eat rotten meat and like to stay in the yin land. Whenever they appear, they usually bring people unfortunate news. Therefore, people don’t like crows very much, but they are one of the spell casting materials that most evil monks like.

Uncle Dong had just passed away, but after Ajiu's practice, he fed dozens of crows blood, and the body was already showing signs of evil spirits.

Ajiu and Aunt Mei dug Uncle Dong out of the bathtub and put a cloak made of linen. In front of his heart, he specially tied a gossip mirror.

Uncle Dong didn't need anyone to support him at this moment, and he could stand up without falling. His face turned pale and his eyes were closed. There was a centipede-like wound on the corner of his left face to his left eye. This was the wound he left when he landed on the ground, but it had been stitched by Aunt Mei with needles and thread.

When ordinary people see this scene, they will probably be scared to their scalp. But Aunt Mei doesn't care at all and even wants to talk to Uncle Dong.

Ajiu specially placed some of the things he used on the fragrant fir coffin next to him. He picked up a brush and gestured on a purple talisman paper with cinnabar. He stared at the drawn talisman paper, pinched his fingers and recited the casting spell silently. The next second, the talisman was completed.

Aunt Mei stood beside her, looking at Ajiu at a loss at a loss as she casts the spell. She had many questions in her heart to say, but looking at Ajiu's solemn appearance, she didn't dare to interrupt her. She was afraid that it would interfere with Ajiu's actions and that Uncle Dong would fail to recover from his soul.

Ajiu picked up a black lotus table with one hand, and lit the talisman on the other side on the oil lamp. He turned around and burned the ignited purple talisman on Uncle Dong’s chin.

I saw "water" coming out of Uncle Dong's chin, and Ajiu immediately picked up the lotus platform and came over to catch it.

“Tick tick…”

The "water" fell drop by drop, and was completely collected by the lotus platform.

In fact, this is not ordinary water, nor sweat, but refined corpse oil.

This corpse oil is of great use to Ajiu and is particularly critical to Uncle Dong later. However, after only a few drops of corpse oil, the speed slowed down.

Seeing this situation, Ajiu couldn't help but frown, and immediately pinched his fingers and fell on Uncle Dong's forehead and recited.

"The three lights of the sun and the moon open the ghost clouds... go against the sky..."

The index finger and middle finger were put together in everything, turning into a sword finger to point at Uncle Dong’s chin.

The corpse oil that was about to stop was immediately like a disassembled faucet. It dripped down quickly until Ajiu's fingernail burst out of thin air. He had no choice but to put down his hand and stop the practice. But the corpse oil that was about to drip from Uncle Dong's chin actually dried up quickly.

Ajiu had already expected this scene and turned around and walked to the fragrant fir coffin. He dripped the blood from the wound of his nails onto a dry little doll. After he finished all this, he finally finished the process.

Aunt Mei couldn't wait to walk towards Ajiu and asked about something she was concerned about.

On the other side, Zhou Xuan chased Xiaobai, but Xiaobai didn't want to pay much attention to him. Zhou Xuan shrugged helplessly and had to give up this plan. At least Xiaobai is still safe today, and the key is the genius. However, although he did not become familiar with Xiaobai, he got the picture album in Xiaobai's hand.

He took a few pages and saw the four key pictures. Although Xiaobai had some soul in his paintings, he could still see some of his eyebrows and eyes after careful examination.

The first picture was painted with a thick paint, leaving only the blank oval in the center without blackening. Instead, a ball was drawn inside and a few lightning-like embellishments were added around it. In fact, if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that it is an eyeball. The only thing that can match this scene is 2442.

The second picture is very obvious and clearly expressed. It is a girl wearing a long skirt hanging herself, and of course the picture is twin sisters.

These should be the scenes that Xiaobai saw in 2442 before, but most people probably can't understand the remaining two.

The third picture is very strange. Zhou Xuan looked at it for a long time but didn't know what it was or where it was.

The fourth one looks a little bit frowning, and looks like Uncle Dong lying in the bathtub.

Zhou Xuan combined Xiaobai's situation where he visited Aunt Mei's house today and guessed that the third picture might be the scene at Aunt Mei's house.

Actually, Xiaobai knew everything, but he didn't tell anyone. His mother was crazy and his father was dead. He had no friends and had been playing alone for more than ten years. So he developed an introverted temperament and didn't like to communicate with others.

Xiaobai prefers to use the situation of drawing to record what he wants to express.

Zhou Xuan knew that Xiaobai should have gone to find her mother. He just went to the meter room and could find them. But he didn't plan to find them for the time being, but wanted to talk to Youge. He put the album into the storage space and turned around to walk towards the elevator.

On the other hand, after Ajiu finished the ritual, his cough became more and more serious. After he perfunctorily treated Aunt Mei, he immediately returned to his residence.

But as soon as he walked into the door, he let out a violent cough. "Cough cough cough...", and the situation became very critical. He couldn't walk steadily now and hit the debris on the side of the road. But he had to stand on, no matter how uncomfortable and painful it was. If he couldn't get through, he would have to die.

Ajiu staggered to the altar of the inner hall, and fell to the ground as soon as he came in.

He got up very hard and grabbed a small porcelain jar on the altar. He picked up a small wooden box and grabbed a handful of tobacco on the small table beside him. He then grabbed a handful of dust from the porcelain jar and sprinkled it on the tobacco according to the special situation. He endured the pain that was pierced, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and recited silently.

"The three lights of the sun and the moon open the ghost clouds... transform bones to protect the body... all spirits support the Dharma against the heavens..."

Then he rolled up the tobacco mixed with dust and took a sip with paper. The pain on his face instantly relieved most of the time, and he spit out a mouthful of smoke from his mouth with a comfortable face. The smoke floated into the air, forming a baby look faintly.

Yes, this is Ajiu's evil method of borrowing life. He used the ashes of children as medicine, and followed the yin and yang against the sky. Whenever the deadline came, he used this method to escape the fate. But now the situation is becoming more and more dangerous, and this method is almost impossible to persevere.

On the other hand, Zhou Xuan encountered something special.

When he left the elevator, after he walked into the corner corridor, he saw a bunch of familiar and unfamiliar characters, and his face couldn't help but show a solemn expression.

Tall and thin body, faceless face cloth. He held a torn oil paper umbrella in his hands, and his ticking footsteps...
Chapter completed!