In the claustrophobic interior, there is no light or shadow.

Zhang Yan sat cross-legged on a futon, shirtless and dripping with cold sweat. His skin was frosty white, not like a living person at all, and there was no trace of blood on his face. A black and reddish breath was lingering around him, like a ball of phlegm.

The knotted hair remains messy even if it is constantly cut and combed.

It is said that this is the bad luck and curse entangled in his life. They transfer the evil consequences that his biological father should have suffered to him, and then draw his luck to support his biological father. Taking advantage of this, his biological father was stable for ten years, and he

But he was burdened all his life.

From the death of his grandfather to the illness of his mother, from dropping out of school to work to being bitten by flying zombies, if he hadn't been tough enough, he would have been on the road to death long ago.

Fortunately, he met a noble person.

And since the noble man saved his life and allowed him to transform, the fate and luck he lost finally came back! The threads of the curse were tied into a tight knot, which was a sign of the beginning of the backlash. What did his biological father take away from him?

You have to pay it back in the same way.

However, when the curse has not been completely eradicated, it has great hidden dangers. For example, the evil people who once knew his horoscope will find his whereabouts through this, and if they are more ruthless, they can cause him a lot of trouble.

"Be still." Ji Si's voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, as cold as the autumn moon.

"Concentrate your energy and find the ray of vitality embedded in the dead knot. That is the mark of evil using your horoscope to cast a spell." Ji Si said calmly, "He has your horoscope, fetal hair, photos and blood in his hands.

Here, as long as he wants, he can trap you in the Bagua array. If you are lucky enough to escape to the door of birth, you will live; if unlucky enough, you will escape to the door of rest, injury, or death, and you will die."

"Bagua array?"

"Well, the house is still a house, and the road is still a road, but people are already in the formation." Ji Si said lightly, "You may see your acquaintances in the formation, but remember, they are not real, they are mostly imaginary.

The devil that eats you.”

"However, I'm not worried about what you say. You are a 'human being' and have a natural ability to distinguish ghosts. Just feel free to do your thing."

Zhang Yan listened unconsciously, and his impetuous heart suddenly calmed down. He slowed down his breathing and carefully identified the only "vital energy".

This is destined to be a long process, just like finding a dark brown hair in a handful of black hair. It not only tests your ability, but also your discernment.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye for half an hour. Zhang Yan's fingers on his knees moved slightly. He seemed to be in a half-dream state, and slowly raised his hand to brush it to the left.

The index finger plucked away a clump of black silk. They drifted erratically, quickly changing forms, scattering and gathering.

Zhang Yan tilted his head, as if listening to something. Soon, he quickly grabbed it from the other side, and saw the black silk split open, a red light flashing like a living fish, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

!

The next second, his long, pitch-black nails stabbed the live fish accurately.

"fish?"

"Tai Chi has a yin and yang fish, and its shape is like this." Ji Si said softly, "The evil way occupies the word 'Tao' after all. It is both evil and Tao. Anything that is related to 'Tao' is not easy to deal with.

.Especially you, Taoist priests will definitely feel happy when they see you."

"Why?"

Ji Si blinked: "Aren't movies about Taoist priests fighting zombies a specialty of Central China? Zombies are always beaten to death on their way to enlightenment, and there is no chance of a comeback."

Zhang Yan:……

He laughed and shook his head, restraining the live fish with his backhand. Thinking of the sentence "the flow of energy is mutual", Zhang Yan tentatively input energy into its body - and saw a silver thread emerging from the fish's tail, floating towards

Far, far away.

Ji Si smiled and said: "Pack up the troops, it's time for us to leave."

…

It was seven o'clock in the night. Zhang Yan, who was carrying a mahogany sword and holding a soul-calling bell, lowered his peaked cap, revealing only the lower half of his face. Beside him, Ji Si was hidden in the dimension, blending into the dark night.

Zhang Yan followed the vague filament forward and vaguely saw a large abandoned factory in front of him, smelling of rust and scorched earth: "This is...Linxiu Chemical Factory?"

"Do you know this place?"

Zhang Yan nodded: "When I was catching monsters before, I chased them around here. I heard from the old people in the team that Lin Xiu was a treasure in the outskirts of Kyoto twenty years ago, but then there was a fire and nothing was lost. Some people have been

Unwilling to give up on Lin Xiu, she tried to rebuild the factory many times, but failed every time."

"The foundation could not be laid, the factory building could not be built, and it is said that there are ghosts crying at night...it has been abandoned until now."

Ji Si nodded: "A beautiful forest will naturally withstand destruction. A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Only when it is urged can it grow into a towering giant tree." Suddenly, he stopped speaking and said, "Someone is coming."

Zhang Yan came to his senses immediately and saw a figure flashing past several hundred meters away, and it didn't take long to reach him.

"Awakened One?" Can ordinary people have such speed?

"...Tinyunzong is a basic Taoist skill." Ji Si explained, "Carrying water on mountain roads, climbing over eaves and walking over walls, you will naturally be able to master it after more than ten years of practice. However, from a scientific perspective, it can be called 'parkour'

.”

Zhang Yan: I think you have always been incompatible with science.

Three breaths later, a thin middle-aged man wearing black clothes and black trousers appeared in front of Zhang Yan. He had a thin face and bright eyes, but his eight-stroke beard and buck teeth were too obscene, which made him look...

Quite a cunning look.

Facts have proved that he is indeed very cunning.

"You are so handsome, young man..." He twirled his beard, "May I ask your Excellency, how much does the cloud do? What is the word for up and down? Where is the blood dripping from the three mountains?"

Zhang Yan's mind was filled with questions, so he heard Ji Si say: "Just beat him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan immediately raised his fist and punched him. Unexpectedly, the guy raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and kept trying to please him: "Fellow Taoist, it's a joke! Just a joke! Don't mind! Don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Yan feigned anger and let go. The man showed him the way as if he was seeing a "relative", and walked deeper and deeper into the abandoned factory: "They are holding on too tightly. They have been searching for us. All other strongholds have been captured."

After that, I can only hide here. That high priest comes back, what if..."

In the left ear is the chattering of a thin man, and in the right ear is Ji Si's calm explanation.

"Yundou is asking about cultivation, superiors and subordinates are asking about names, and three mountains of blood are asking about the place where they are officially conferred. There is nothing wrong with this saying in itself, but it is mainly used to ask about the disciples of famous sects, and not everyone in the world is asking about it.

Taoist priests can all learn from famous families." Ji Si said, "Therefore, sometimes asking for answers is an offense."

"He's testing you." Ji Si narrowed his eyes, "If he asks you, hitting him is the best solution. A monk can do as he pleases. That punch tells him that you are not from a famous family, and don't ask questions that he shouldn't ask."

Zhang Yan realized that it was as if there were mountains separated from each other. He didn't understand these rules at all.

The thin man talked for a while, but when he saw that Zhang Yan didn't answer anything, he rolled his eyes and said, "I wonder if you have any senior sisters? I have a son at home..."

"Punch him again."

Bang - this punch is really strong!

The man fell to the ground with an ouch and quickly got up: "It's a joke, it's just a joke! I'm talking nonsense, it doesn't mean anything else!"

Zhang Yan withdrew his fist and turned around. The man now dispelled all doubts. He just said "Wait a moment" and ran towards the depths of the factory. If there was a substantial black mist distorting the surrounding scene, the land was still the same land, and the buildings were still there.

It's still the same house, but something feels different.

Ji Sidao: "Taoist friends call each other 'senior brother', regardless of male or female. It is false to say that one has senior sisters and junior sisters." Of course, those who can fly to the sky and escape to the earth to cultivate immortals in other worlds are not counted.

Zhang Yan:……

After enduring it, he still couldn't hold it back: "Who set so many rules?"

Ji Si: "Your ancestors."

Zhang Yan:……

Although the image of noble people in his mind has always been very upright, but for some reason, he now wants to hit someone. However, the emotion did not last long before the thin man turned back and said with a smile: "Come in with me.

.”

Suddenly, Zhang Yan felt a flash of fluctuation before his eyes, and the factory seemed to have changed a bit. He couldn't tell what was wrong, he just felt that the scenery was more "real".

He followed the man through the square of the old factory building and entered the empty and desolate production room. Everything here has been burnt away by time, and nothing can be seen except for its outline. Moss, weeds, wet mud, snakes and insects, mixed with

A little smell of blood.

Afterwards, they walked around the factory building and came to a storage room.

When he opened the door, he saw that the lights inside were dim, the walls were covered with corpses and skeletons, and snakes and insect poisons were wandering on the ground. There were ten men and women with strange shapes gathered here, half of them looked like foreigners, and half of them looked like Chinese, all turning around.

Turn your head to look at him.

"Counting him, we have thirteen people." The one who said this was the evil way that made Zhang Yan hate him to the bone. Probably affected by Ji Si's aura, he didn't notice anything was wrong with Zhang Yan, and just raised his

With his half-destroyed face, he sneered, "That woman Carrie said that you can perform a ceremony with just thirteen people, is that true?"

"Of course." The blond man blew out a smoke ring and his lower lip was filled with silver rings. "The number 13 can summon demons. As long as the sacrifices are enough, we can convert more people into the same kind."

Now, all we have to do is wait for Carrie to come back.

They didn't question Zhang Yan at all, and didn't even ask how he found this place. For this group of people, it was natural for demons to attract demons. The reason why the "Thirteenth" came was naturally to follow the guidance of the demon.

"Young man, what is your name?"

In the light of the lamp, Xie Dao, whose face was ruined, stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture. The left half of his face, which was not ruined, was quite gentle, giving people the illusion of gentleness when he smiled.

It's a pity that the gentleness of a dressed-up beast is always superficial.

Ji Si smiled lightly: "I'll leave this to you, and the rest belongs to me."

Zhang Yan nodded and shook Xie Dao's hand. He tightened his grip and the coldness passed through him. He took off his peaked cap and said, "I am Zhang Yan, the person you gave in exchange for ten years of life."
To be continued...