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White beard, white hair.

Simple slate robe.

The old Taoist priest's dress was still the same as last time.

The wrinkled old face was a little pale, showing a kind of grayness only seen in the dead, making the age spots all over the face look like corpse spots.

Not only on the face, but also on the body.

Many spots can be seen on the exposed neck and hands.

The old Taoist priest glanced at Tongtong coldly and bowed slightly to me.

"Little brother, I brought you the ghost technique." He took out an ancient book bound with thread from his sleeve and handed it to me.

"Yes, you keep your promise."

I raised my eyebrows and took the ancient book and looked at it.

The simple cover reads in vigorous and powerful handwriting: Yin Yang Ghost Art.

Opening the ancient book, the yellowed paper is filled with ancient traditional Chinese characters, which looks very laborious.

"Little brother, I brought you the ghost technique. Can you undo the poison on me?" the old Taoist priest said.

It seems that he has been busy since he returned, and at least he has found out that the poison on him is poison.

"Don't worry, you have to prove that this ghost technique is real first." I said slowly.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

"That's your issue to consider, not mine." I threw the ancient book back to him, crossed my legs, and put my hands behind my head.

"I also know that everyone is very busy, so let's give you ten minutes."

"How can you prove it in ten minutes? Don't bully others too much!" The old Taoist priest couldn't help but frown.

"I said, that's something you have to consider, there are 9 minutes and 30 seconds left." I said calmly.

"you!"

The old Taoist priest was furious. He reached out and touched the mark left by the Celestial Silkworm Gu on his neck to suppress his emotions.

"Take her as an example."

The old Taoist priest pointed at Tongtong.

Tongtong held the big-eyed rag doll and timidly took two steps towards him.

"What do I say, do what you do." The old Taoist priest said coldly.

"Yes, Master." Tongtong was very obedient and put the big-eyed rag doll on the table next to him with great care.

The old Taoist priest opened the ancient book and read according to the ancient words on it.

Tongtong sat down cross-legged, and carefully formed the mudra with his hands as the old Taoist priest said.

After completing a set of movements, a hazy white light appeared on his body.

She looked particularly peaceful, with her two little hands put down on her knees, as if she had entered a meditative state.

"This is the first level of ghost magic. Concentration can calm down the little ghost's mind and eliminate obsessions and delusions so that he can practice with peace of mind.

"The second level is the condensed entity. I believe you understand this without me saying it."

"The third level is the most difficult, being reborn as a human being."

"There is only one kid in a million who can cultivate to this point."

The old Taoist priest put down his hand and looked at me again with his cloudy old eyes: "You don't need me to read every page to you carefully, do you?"

"Cultivation is a long process. You have to verify it step by step. I'm afraid it won't be completed in just a few decades."

I remained calm, lit a cigarette and started smoking slowly, waved my hand and said, "Don't worry, let's listen to what your little apprentice has to say."

The old Taoist priest took a breath and once again suppressed the displeasure in his heart.

After smoking a cigarette, Tongtong also woke up from his meditative state.

She let out a long breath, and the color on her face seemed better than before, not so gray anymore.

What can I say, it's the feeling of having a little bit of vitality.

"Tongtong, how do you feel?" I looked at her with interest.

Li Xiaohei squatted in my arms and opened his eyes curiously.

Tongtong got up from the ground, patted the dust on his new clothes, and looked at the old Taoist priest with fearful eyes.

"Tell the truth!" The old Taoist priest waved his hand frankly.

"Brother, after I practiced according to Master's instructions, I feel a lot more stable and my body is stronger." Tongtong replied obediently.

Her answer was interesting.

He just expressed his feelings, but did not directly prove the authenticity of ghost magic.

If the old Taoist priest lied to me, I can't blame her, because she just did what the old Taoist priest said.

"How is it? Now you believe it!" The old Taoist priest raised his head slightly proudly.

"Not enough." I waved my fingers.

The master and apprentice have been in secret contact, and they can definitely collude to deceive me.

"Isn't this enough? How do you want to verify it?" The old Taoist priest became impatient and pointed at Li Xiaohei: "Otherwise, you can test it with your own little devil."

"No!" I'm not that stupid.

If the ghost skills are fake and Xiao Hei is useless, wouldn't he be playing into the old Taoist's hands?

"This won't work, that won't work either, what do you want?" The old Taoist priest got a little angry and reached out to touch his neck.

"To tell you the truth, I've seen it with an expert and know that this poison is extraordinary. I won't mess around with it."

"I've long been familiar with ghost arts. Even if I hand over the manuscript to you, I can continue to let the little devil practice without any loss. Naturally, I don't want to make things worse, so you can rest assured."

This statement is a little more convincing.

After all, my life is in my hands.

"Okay, if you promise so sincerely, then I will accept it." I took the ancient book and put it into the Qiankun bag.

"If this book is true, the poison will naturally dissipate as soon as dawn comes."

The old Taoist priest's eyes changed slightly: "Only after dawn? Why don't you understand now? You are going back on your word!"

"That's right, if what you gave me is an authentic copy, there's no need to worry. It's just for one night!" I hugged Li Xiaohei and stood up with a smile on my face.

"If you are so anxious, the ghost technique you gave me will not be fake, right?"

"Of course not!" The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth and looked at me bitterly, not wanting to get angry.

"Then it's over." I shook my clothes and strode towards the door.

The old Taoist priest's face tightened, his chest heaved, a sinister flash in his eyes, and he turned sideways to give way.

Tongtong looked at me closely, pleading with his eyes.

But I just looked at her briefly, strode out of the broken house, and walked back slowly.

Strictly speaking, she did not help me determine the authenticity of ghost magic.

Of course I don't need to help her.

Walking to the deserted fields, a child's cry suddenly came from behind.

"Brother, big brother, wait for me -"

I stopped and turned around without surprise: "What else do you want to do?"

"Help me." Tongtong stumbled, rolled and crawled in front of me.

Not far behind her was the gloomy figure of an old Taoist priest holding a wicker whip.

When the old man saw her coming to my side, he glared at her unwillingly and left.

"Thank you, brother."

Tongtong sat on the ground, his head covered in cold sweat, his braids spread out.

There were many more wounds on his body, the new clothes he just bought became tattered, and the blood oozing from the wounds dyed the rag doll in his arms red.

"Brother, I can prove to you now that the ghost skills my master gave you are real!" Tongtong said to me quickly after taking a breath.