now.
It is 3 kilometers away from the small fishing village, in front of a hill.
An old man wearing a black Taoist robe and with a ferocious appearance was performing a ritual.
And within a ten-meter radius centered on him, a faint black aura was emanating.
Very weird.
Buzz.
The old man sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice on the altar.
A strange scene appeared. The glutinous rice actually emitted an amazing suction force.
They continue to absorb spiritual energy.
The source of the spiritual energy is surprisingly the small fishing village.
"Master Wu, what's going on?"
Seeing the old Taoist in black robe stop to rest, a tall man asked.
Upon hearing this, Taoist Priest Wu said calmly, "Don't worry, that was my last round of rituals."
"Next, we just need to wait patiently."
"In two hours at most, the spiritual energy of the small fishing village will be completely integrated into your ancestral tomb."
"You, the descendants of the Liu family, will enjoy blessings for at least 200 years."
At this point, Taoist Priest Wu glanced at the man and said, "But, Wu Shihu, let me tell you, this is the last time I will help you."
"Ten years ago, I planted a poisonous curse on you in Chen Xiumei's home in a small fishing village."
"Now, I will help you absorb the spiritual energy of the small fishing village."
"Thirds of a time will do. If I continue like this, I might be punished by God and die."
Hearing this, Wu Shihu quickly said, "Master Wu, I will never forget your great kindness."
Taoist Wu ignored the other party and looked at him coldly, his heart full of helplessness.
Ten years ago.
Taoist Priest Wu was being hunted by his enemies and appeared here when he was on the verge of death, but was saved by Wu Shihu.
After Taoist Wu woke up, he promised Wu Shihu that he would help him do two things to repay him for saving his life.
When Wu Shihu learned that Taoist Wu was actually practicing the art of ghosts, he was immediately overjoyed.
Originally, Wu Shihu wanted to let Taoist Wu manipulate Chen Xiumei from the small fishing village and then marry her to him.
But Taoist Wu refused with an excuse.
In desperation, Wu Shihu could only ask Taoist Wu to curse Chen Xiumei's family.
Although Taoist Wu was reluctant, he had no choice but to agree.
This time, the reason why Taoist Wu plundered the spiritual energy of the small fishing village was because he discovered that the curse in Chen Xiumei's house had disappeared.
He knew that this must have been done by a master.
Therefore, in order to completely repay Wu Shihu's kindness, and also because he wanted to see to what extent his ghost arts had improved after ten years of seclusion and training, Taoist Wu chose to set up a ghost formation around the small fishing village.
"It seems that the kid named Qin Bufan is nothing special."
Taoist Wu muttered to himself.
However.
Just when he felt bored.
He discovered that a blood-red light was flying towards him in the sky.
"Um?"
"That kid actually broke my puppet technique?"
Taoist Priest Wu said with a hint of surprise.
"It's quite interesting."
Having said that, Taoist Wu immediately prepared his treasures, and then waited for Qin Bufan to appear.
really.
Less than five minutes.
A figure approached at an extremely fast speed.
"Boy, you're here?"
Taoist Priest Wu asked leisurely.
"It should be you who broke the curse I placed on Chen Xiumei's house, right?"
"And my Ghost Path Pearl is in your hands?"
Qin Bufan heard this.
The doubts in my heart were instantly resolved.
"I was wondering why Sister Xiumei's family encountered such misfortune."
Qin Bufan said lightly.
"I guessed before that it must have been done by a master."
After a pause, Qin Bufan said in a voice that only he could hear: "However, I didn't expect that there would be secret techniques of the Ghost Dao on this Earth."
"It seems that I have underestimated the inheritance of the monks on Earth."
While Qin Bufan was talking to himself.
But I saw that Taoist Wu had already stood up.
"Kid."
"I know why you came here."
"However, once our ghost methods are used, they cannot be undone."
"Of course, there is a way. That is to kill me. If I am not worthy before, the ghost formation will destroy itself."
At this point, Taoist Wu pointed the sword in his hand directly at Qin Bufan: "Boy, kill me, and the troubles of the small fishing village will be solved."
"Otherwise, the small fishing village will become a dead place."
Qin Bufan naturally knew that what the other party said was true.
He said with a smile: "It seems that today, I have to take action myself and start a killing spree."
Seeing Qin Bufan's confident look, Taoist Wu said with a hint of joking: "Boy, you are now counting down to death."
"Tell me, what are your last words?"
"Or, do you have any other ideas?"
Qin Bufan nodded and said, "I have a question for you."
Then he pointed at Wu Shihu and said, "Did this guy order you to do this?"
"That's right." Taoist Wu admitted generously.
"But, with me here, you can't hurt him at all."
"If you have no further questions, may we begin?"
Don't give Qin Bufan a chance to answer.
Taoist Wu had already cut his palm with the long sword in his hand.
Then he took out a bag of golden rice grains from his pocket.
When the blood had mixed with it, he violently scattered it on the ground.
A magical scene happened.
I saw the golden rice grains drilling into the ground, and then the ground began to wriggle.
It seemed like there was something inside that was about to break out of the ground.
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