Uncle Jiu: Hang up and ask for magic, I will become a god by spreading beans.

In the main house of a small courtyard not far from Yizhuang, there was a mess everywhere, and there was blood all over the ground.

An old man dressed in black linen, with a wrinkled face and a burst of evil aura all over his body, was preparing to open the altar.

If Zhang Yuan saw it, he would definitely be able to recognize it, isn't this the old man he wanted to smoke when he saw it before.

On the old man's altar, three skulls were placed in the center, and the blood soaked the skull into blood, and three black spirit runes were attached to the skull.

Behind the skull, five jade-white cups lined up, filled with blood.

On the side of the altar, there are also three white bones without heads, two large and one small, which are exactly matched with the skull.

Isn't this the same family of three who originally lived in a thatched house!

"Ren Weiyong, I gave you such a good tomb and raised you for another twenty years, and it's time for you to repay me."

The old man glanced gloomily in the direction of Yizhuang, and took out a small coffin-shaped box from the altar, in which was a zombie-like scarecrow.

He placed the box in the center of the altar, lit two black runes to sprinkle ashes on the zombie, and drenched the scarecrow from beginning to end with a cup of blood.

After all the preparations were completed, the old man began to pinch the mantra, and the evil qi around his body poured into the scarecrow along his hands.

"Raise the corpse!"

With the old man's low groan, the corpse of the old lady Ren who was far away in Yizhuang suddenly opened his eyes, and a green light flashed in his eyes, and he actually began to move.

Old lady Ren's body kept shaking, and her hands began to search for the gap in the coffin, and then groped outside along the gap.

As soon as his hand touched the coffin, he happened to touch the ink fountain line marks on the coffin, and was immediately attacked by the demon-suppressing power above, and subconsciously retracted.

The old man's body suddenly shook, and his face became a little pale.

"Rubbish!" The old man scolded angrily.

He picked up the second cup of blood on the altar and sprinkled it on the scarecrow again.

He didn't stop, but picked up the third cup of blood, and after hesitating for a moment, actually drank the blood.

After drinking the blood, the old man's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the evil qi on his body rolled wantonly, and the flowers and plants contaminated with the evil qi withered in an instant.

The old man, who felt that his qi and blood had completely recovered, and was even much stronger than before, continued to pinch the mantra.

Old lady Ren's corpse began to shake again, more violently than before, and evil qi kept coming out of the corpse's mouth.

The evil qi mixed with the strange corpse qi spread out along the crack of the coffin, colliding with the ink fountain line marks.

The golden light emitted by the ink fountain line marks gradually defeated the evil qi, and began to be gradually suppressed by the evil qi, and it was about to be completely wiped out by the evil qi.

The spirit runes on the coffin played a role, and several spirit runes released their power at the same time, and began to fight with the evil spirit.

The power of the spirit rune could not disperse the evil qi, it could only be suppressed in the coffin, and the evil qi could not rush out of the coffin, but could only continue to erode the power of the spirit rune, and the two sides were stalemate with each other, faintly reaching a balance.

At this time, not far away, in a small cubicle made of curtains.

Wencai, who was sleeping like a dead pig, suddenly had his body lifted by something, and two red paper figures flew out of his trouser pockets.

As soon as the paper figure landed, he saw the target and quietly moved towards the coffin of the old lady Ren.

"What's that?"

Seeing that the corpse could not escape from the coffin, the old man who was anxious suddenly sensed that two clouds of yin qi were gradually approaching the corpse, and he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Could it be that some ghosts ran to Nayizhuang and wanted to steal the corpse?

If that's the case, I didn't save some effort and just snatched it from the ghost's hands.

Thinking of this possibility, the old man suddenly showed a strange smile, and he manipulated the old lady Ren to prop up a thin slit at the bottom of the coffin, allowing the corpse qi to drift out.

I want to use this to attract the attention of ghosts.

It wasn't that he didn't think about whether it would be a trap, but when he thought of the spirit rune used by the other party, which was an authentic Maoshan technique, he dispelled this thought.

The two veins of Maoshan refining corpses and exorcism have long been extinct, and most of the remaining are righteous and bright spells, and Maoshan Taoist priests should not learn those things that are on the sidelines.

At this time, the two paper figures had quietly run under the coffin.

Because of the ink fountain line marks on the coffin, which can cause a lot of damage to them, the paper man did not act rashly.

Instead, he took advantage of the old lady Ren's efforts to prop up the coffin, saw the opportunity, and drilled into the coffin.

The paper figure that got into the coffin jumped to the chest of the old lady Ren, and then kept rummaging on his body, and finally found a bean that was larger than an ordinary soybean.

This is a function that Zhang Yuan realized after elevating "Scattering Beans into Soldiers" to perfection.

Several Beans can be fused into a more powerful Bean, summoning a soldier with a higher combat power.

Similarly, the ability of the Great Soldier Bean to ward off evil is also several times more powerful than that of ordinary Soldier Beans, and even as long as there are enough fused Soldier Beans, it is not impossible that the power will increase by dozens of times.

Before, what Zhang Yuan gave Ren Tingting was a soldier bean.

The paper man carefully took out the two soldier beans, and then threw them on the chest of the old lady's corpse.

After the old lady Ren's corpse came into contact with the soldier beans, it suddenly began to convulse non-stop, and bursts of black smoke continued to emit out.

"Not good!" The old man, who sensed that the corpse had been severely injured, changed his face in an instant, and exclaimed.

The Dharma platform collapsed in response, and everything was scattered all over the ground, only the two cups of blood that were picked up by the old man in time were well preserved.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for seriously injuring the black-haired zombie and devouring the evil Taoist once. [

Obtain: 500 system points]

"Sample." Zhang Yuan, who was lying in the room, showed a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, I was prepared, and the corpses were destroyed by me, see what else you can do."

After speaking, Zhang Yuan turned his head and continued to sleep.

And the old man who was attacked by the magic was a mouthful of blood spurting out, his face became pale, his spirit instantly withered, and even the evil qi around his body was washed away a lot.

"I expected you to affect my good deeds, but I didn't expect to almost make me fall short."

"It's disgusting!" The old man's face was bruised, and he roared with extreme anger.

The old man didn't have to think much to guess that he must have been cheated.

Those two clouds of yin qi must have been deliberately done by the other party, in order to let down their vigilance and destroy the corpse.

"Don't eat it, get up and get to work!" The old man turned and shouted from behind.

At this time, a black shadow nearly three meters tall slowly walked out of the corner of the wall, and something kept flowing out of his mouth and dripping on the ground.

By moonlight, it turned out to be a tall, skinny monster.

The monster had a dog-like head, no flesh on its body, its eyes glowing green, and its mouth was dripping with blood, dripping blood downward.

The monster clung to a bloody thigh and took a bite from time to time, looking extremely greedy.

The old man looked at the monster in disgust, threw a spirit talisman ember into a cup of blood, and then slashed his middle finger and dripped a strange green drop of blood into the cup.

took out a scarecrow dressed as a girl from another wooden box, which was six or seven points similar to what Ren Tingting wore when she moved the grave.

He wiped his middle finger on the scarecrow's forehead, smeared some blood on the scarecrow's limbs, and said a mantra in his mouth.

"Sprinkle this cup of blood into the Ren family's well, and remember that it must be the Ren family's well."

"Whew!" The monster let out a low roar and left with blood, and the blood in the cup did not even appear a trace of turbulent ripples in the monster's hands.

"Garbage, phew." The old man looked coldly at the departing monster, undisguised his disgust for it, he turned his head to look at the place of the Ren family and said, "Let me add some food to you." The

old man looked at the glass of blood left, and his eyes were full of longing, but he didn't drink it.

"It's the purest cup, and it can't be wasted."

"It's rare to see a girl in a cloudy year..."