Erzhuzi was so frightened by the person named Chen that he cried, but I looked coldly at the old lady on the ground.

The old lady stared at me fiercely and said, "I don't believe you dare to kill people. If the second pillar is really damaged, you will never find the dragon fish."

My eyes sank slightly: "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. Don't you want the incense of the Wang family? Zhao Zhuang, cut off the incense of his family for me first."

Zhao Zhuang pulled out the knife and stabbed Er Zhuzhu's crotch hard.

Zhao Zhuang's knife seemed fierce, but it did not touch Er Zhuzi's skin and only cut open his pants. Er Zhuhuang was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The old lady shouted at the top of her lungs: "Zhao Zhuang, surnamed Li, I can't spare you, just wait for death! Even if I risk being wiped out, I won't make it easy for you."

I said coldly: "How many people are going to dig up Erzhu's brother's grave to see if there is any body inside?"

Several warlocks ran into the mountains quickly, but I squatted in front of the old lady: "You did a good job, but your eyes can't deceive others. When Zhao Zhuang cut the knife just now, your eyes were telling me that you

Not only was he not afraid of Erzhu being killed, he also felt a certain sense of pride."

"I guess one of the two fools who were born that year survived, right?"

The old lady sneered, closed her eyes, and stopped paying attention to me. After a while, the warlock who went to dig the grave ran back: "Mr. Li, there is a corpse in the grave. Judging from the clothes, it should be the eldest grandson of the old Wang family."

When I looked at the old lady again, she sneered and said, "You guys really dare to believe anything! You are just a person who does whatever he thinks, how dare you listen to him? Just wait to die!"

I said in a gloomy voice: "Old lady, do you think you can deceive me like this? Then you are wrong. If I don't let you cry within a stick of incense, I will take your last name!"

The old lady laughed and said: "Okay! My old lady finally looks at her great-grandson!"

I took out a tied up rag doll from my backpack, stretched out my hand, pulled out three hairs of Erzhu, and patted the doll's head.

Three hairs immediately stood on the puppet's head, and the puppet made of white cloth opened its eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in the two plastic eyes.

However, the puppet's eyes looked extremely dim, making it look a bit dull.

"Er Zhuzi!" Old Liu Tou glanced at my hand first, then turned to look at Er Zhuzi with his eyes closed: "Did you capture Er Zhuzi's soul into the puppet?"

"No more!" I sneered and took out a half-foot-long steel needle from my bag and pressed the tip of the needle against the baby's shoulder: "Old lady, watch it carefully. Don't blink."

The old lady just side-eyed and couldn't help but sneer, but in the midst of the other party's laughter, I pierced the steel needle into the doll's shoulder. The moment the sharp needle tip penetrated the doll's body, a miserable howl came out of the doll's mouth, and the sound was just right.

It was Erzhu: "Grandma, it hurts, I hurt..."

The old lady scolded sternly: "Don't shout, shut your mouth, it hurts so much, it's bullshit!"

The warlock standing nearby shouted: "Look at the second pillar, there is bleeding on the shoulder!"

I put a needle on the puppet, and the second pillar did burst out with blood. As my steel needle moved forward, more and more blood flowed on the second pillar's body.

After I pushed the steel needle an inch, Erzhu's body seemed to have been pierced by the needle. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his back, and soon the ground was dyed red.

Erzhu's soul screamed so much that it stopped moving, but the old lady didn't even look at him. In the end, she was upset by his shouting and cursed: "Shut your mouth, it won't hurt in a while."

She didn't expect that Erzhuzi really laughed stupidly and said: "It really doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore, grandma didn't lie to me, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

The old lady was stunned for a moment. I pressed the steel needle with my hand and said, "He doesn't feel any pain anymore. It's my turn to feel pain!"

I pinched the steel needle and pushed the needle into the body of the puppet little by little. Blood stains appeared on my arms, and the bright red blood soaked into my shoulders in just a few seconds.

After a while, round blood beads dripped down my sleeves to the ground, and big beads of sweat also flowed down from my head.

The old lady was so frightened that her voice changed: "You...what are you doing?"

I didn't even look over my shoulder, with cold sweat on my face, I said calmly: "I'm casting a curse, can't you tell?"

"Your old man is a warlock, so he should know how to guard against spells. He should have told you that some spells cannot be prevented! For example, the blood curse!"

Spells originated from witchcraft, and there are good and evil spells.

Anyone who performs evil spells must pay a certain price. The greater the price the caster pays, the stronger the effect of the spell.

Warlocks know the power of spells, and they will try their best to guard against someone casting a spell. However, there are several spells that are impossible to prevent, and the blood curse is one of them. As long as the caster dares to be ruthless and even curse himself, any protection will be lost.

Don't even think of using body and soul talismans to completely block the blood curse.

At least 30% of the blood curses will fall on the target.
Chapter completed!