The old servant was fully prepared. Even though he was blindfolded before, he still had the courage to fumble his way over little by little.

But the moment I opened my eyes, I was still frightened by the scene in front of me.

"Am I worshiping a human being or a ghost?"

This old servant of the Wei family has also seen the world. He has worshiped in countless incense temples, big and small. But now when he opened his eyes, he was so shocked by what he saw that he forgot to speak for a moment.

Logically speaking, this place is for the patrons, and for the patrons, it means that there are gods guarding it. Not only the weather is smooth, but also the people and animals are safe. But now when I opened my eyes, what did I see? It seemed like I had entered the underworld.

among?

Since arriving at this place, he has not seen anyone, only collapsed houses, barren weeds, and scattered dead bones among the grass.

But now that we are here, we can no longer see the weeds, and we can only feel the air of death, which is so threatening.

"Hehehehe..."

Just when he couldn't react for a moment and forgot to speak, countless strange laughter suddenly rang in his ears. Those laughter seemed to have been waiting for his reaction after he opened his eyes. They were complacent, greedy and weird.

, ringing in human ears endlessly.

The laughter stirred up the surroundings, as if everything was not laughing.

On the surrounding treetops, the dry skin that looked like a human face was smiling, and countless shadows whose appearance was unclear were smiling.

Even the bloody and naked things hanging on the shelf in front of him seemed to be trying hard to raise their heads, staring at him and laughing.

Amidst the laughter, a voice that made people feel frightened and uncomfortable rang out: "There are actually people who are delivered to your door?"

"It's a pity that I am old and can only serve as a torch for mercy!"

"It doesn't matter if you spare the torch. Fortunately, it's fresh and full of bones and muscles, perfect for drinking."

"..."

In the midst of this detailed and low-pitched discussion, the old servant felt his eyes flashing. He could vaguely see the dark wind swirling around him, as if countless hands were grabbing at his body.

Behind him, those withered and strange branches seemed to come to life, stretching towards the old servant's back bit by bit.

This servant has seen the world, and for a moment he felt that he had fallen into a ghost nest. But when he was almost fainted by the fearful aura, he suddenly gritted his teeth, reacted, and suddenly faced the black man in front of him.

He went to the temple and bowed to the ground, shouting at the same time:

"Servant of the Wei family in Huai'an, I pay my respects to the master and ask him for help..."

"..."

Following this bow, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, the branches reaching towards the old servant's back stopped, and the scattered shadows around seemed to disappear.

"you……"

A low voice rang out. The old servant was touching his forehead to the ground and did not dare to raise his head. He only felt that the voice seemed to be ringing in front of him, accompanied by gurgling and the smell of meat.

"Please help my master?"

"..."

The voice smiled in a low voice: "You are good at picking places. My master is indeed the best at saving lives."

There were several voices nearby, and they all chuckled: "That's natural, I'm the best at saving people..."

"The world is hard, so it would be better to die..."

"Leave a stinky skin behind and leave the true spirit here..."

"Hehehe, the master is no longer in authority now and has been looked down upon by others. How dare a servant come to pay homage to the master..."

"..."

The servant was kneeling with his head down, as if he felt a knife scratching his body. He was so horrified that he suddenly gave up and shouted desperately: "Old slave, a few pieces of meat are not worth anything. I only want to pay for it with a few taels of flesh."

County incense, dedicated to the master..."

"One county's incense?"

However, as these words came out, the strange chaos around them suddenly disappeared. It was clear that the rolling wind had dissipated a lot. The strange voice just now was replaced by the doubts of a middle-aged man:

"You only have one servant, how can you have a county full of incense?"

"Be careful in front of Master Wu Sha. If you say the wrong thing, you will pull out your tongue..."

"..."

"Master Wu Sha? This temple worships Master Wu Sha?"

The old servant was confused for a moment, so he just tried his best to kneel down and said loudly: "Old slave, I have no choice, but my master has something."

"He has been sued and will go to Liyuan County to take up his post in the near future. However, he is now disturbed by evil spirits and his life is at stake. I have received advice from an expert and came here to worship Master Wu Sha. If I can save my life, I am willing to offer him incense...

…”

"..."

After hearing this, the surrounding area became quieter, and the atmosphere was no longer chaotic, but still cold.

The old slave knew that he only had a small life, and he only dared to express his anger while thinking. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice: "Raise your head!"

His body trembled, and he raised his head cautiously. He did not dare to open his eyes because of fear, but he finally felt confident and slowly looked forward.

Looking at it, I felt shocked.

When I came here blindfolded, I felt that there were people everywhere, as if they were bustling with people, people were greeting me on the roadside, and countless hands were stretched out to me.

Just when my forehead touched the ground, I also felt that there were inexplicable things everywhere around me, which was frightening.

But now when I opened my eyes, I found that I was still on a barren mountain. In front of the black temple, the wooden frames on both sides were covered with bright red flesh and blood. The blood dripped from the wooden frame and slid to the ground little by little.

In front of the temple, between the wooden frames, there were five strange-looking people standing or sitting. They were wearing various robes. The only feature was that they all had a stick of incense on their heads.

, emitting smoke, but it is always lit.

But the incense was inserted directly into their heads and coexisted with their flesh and blood. The smoke from the incense entered the temple and connected with the strange statue.

The one he was talking to was a middle-aged man in black robe. He was holding a knife in his hand and was skinning an object at the end of the wooden shelf. He was skinning the object with skillful knife skills and light movements.

It's a strange thing, but it's still alive, its eyes are spinning.

Next to the skinned man, there was a peasant woman with her clothes open and breastfeeding her child, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Next to him was a thin, slender man with a sickle on his shoulder and his strange eyes staring at the old servant's neck.

There were two left, but one was a fat man sitting on the ground, biting a fleshy leg in his mouth, and the other was holding a kite in his hand, wearing bright red and green clothes, with two touches of blush on his face.

He looks very short and looks like an immature child.

"Is this the incense burner in the temple?"

The old servant only glanced at them, and then hurriedly lowered his head, feeling full of fear. He was a servant of a wealthy family, and he had seen countless things in the world, but he had never seen such incense burners who looked more like evil spirits than human beings.

?

"Your master, are you really willing to dedicate a county of incense to my Five Evil Masters?"

Between the meat racks, a cold voice sounded, as if even the things in the temple were opening their eyes and staring at him.

"I...my master..."

The old servant plucked up the courage, tried hard to keep his voice from shaking, and replied in a low voice: "It's the uncle of the Wei family in Huai'an. He was selected as a scholar twenty years ago. Now he has been sued. He is about to go to Liyuan County to take up his post. He is already a good official.

I need the blessing of the master in the hall..."

While talking, he hurriedly followed the instructions of the old man from Plum Blossom Lane and told the story of the future.

"hehe……"

Before he finished speaking, another gloomy voice sounded: "Well, you know, my master is the most kind-hearted, but no matter where he goes, the local blessings may not be able to sustain..."

The old servant immediately said: "My master is in Mingzhou now. Please ask Mr. Wu Sha to be kind and protect my master..."

"Mingzhou..."

The five people looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time: "I was about to go to Mingzhou to hold a wedding, but now I am rushing together?"

The five of them laughed, but there seemed to be a sixth laughter in the laughter, which became louder and louder, actually suppressing all their laughter.

…

…

The punishment curse is ten times, the killing curse is ten times, and the shackles curse is ten times.

The progress of the New Year's Keeper's door is not a coincidence, but the skills in the book of suppressing the New Year cannot be missed. Earlier, Hu Ma set himself three points of strength, spells, and objects.

Over the past few months, he has learned how to weave straw figures, make clay figures out of water and soil, and tear out and glue paper figures. His skills have greatly improved, and he has gradually gained some experience and understood the different effects of different carriers.

After that, of course, he became deeply familiar with the spells. He had already used the four major types of spells in the Zhensui book: punishment, killing, shackles, elimination, punishment curses and killing curses before, and what he was learning now was the shackles curse.

, as for dispelling curses, it is too profound, and it is too early to learn it now.

Of course, just for these three mantras, it takes hard work to really master them and recite them.

On this day, I first practiced a round of Big Stone Slamming Hands, and then recited the punishment curse several times on the way back to Zhuangzi. When I returned to Zhuangzi, I wiped my hands and face with a hot towel, and then I dragged my exhausted body to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt a cold wind blowing against his face. He was confused and found himself sitting up from the bed. He looked intently into the room and saw a crying shadow kneeling under the blurry oil lamp.
To be continued...