Chapter 238 Swallowing Death Qi

I immediately sat up from the bed with this thought in mind.

"The Yu Yin Sutra only says that if you swallow death qi, it will turn into the Styx in your body. It doesn't say what kind of death qi you can swallow and what kind of death qi you can't swallow. Does that mean that I can also swallow the death qi that lingers on Aunt Wang and Wang Qian's heads?"

I got up and took out the small box from the bedside cabinet, opened it, took out the human skin, and then spread it out and read it again.

The entire Yu Yin Sutra has only a hundred words. It can be said that every word and every sentence is extremely critical. If you miss a word or a sentence, it may be a thousand miles away.

I reread it word by word, and then I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to myself, "It should be no problem to devour the death energy from Aunt Wang, but I don't know if their fate will be changed after devouring it."

But no matter what, I have to try it.

But then, I started to have difficulties again.

When devouring the death energy, I have to be calm and circulate the Yin meridians in my body. Aunt Wang and I don't know each other at all. If I go to their house rashly, it would be strange if they don't think I'm crazy. This is still a good thing. If they think I'm a pervert, then you're in trouble.

I pondered for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to myself: "It seems that I can only wait until late at night and sneak into their house. I hope I won't be mistaken for a thief. If I am blocked by then, I can't clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River."

I shook my head helplessly, thinking, what the hell, I am the only one who can do good things to this extent.

Since I have made a decision, I will no longer continue to struggle. After putting away the Yin Sutra, I took out the Corpse Clothes Sutra and read it.

The Corpse Clothes Sutra is a great book written by Liu Bowen. It records not only Feng Shui, but also the method of Gua and face reading, as well as some methods to break through after encountering evil spirits.

However, Liu Bowen focuses more on various Feng Shui arrangements in the book. There are many types of Feng Shui arrangements, including those that attract wealth, those that ward off evil spirits, and even those that kill people.

Moreover, this book is different from other ancient books. Although the things in the Book of Corpse Clothes are very profound, they are explained in very straightforward words, making it easier for people to understand.

Otherwise, I, who know nothing about Feng Shui, would not be able to read it.

At first, I was not interested in reading it, but as I read on, I was attracted by the many Feng Shui formations and some interesting stories recorded in it.

"The Feng Shui formations recorded in the Corpse Clothes Sutra are extremely mysterious. No wonder Liu Bowen is known as the number one Feng Shui master." I thought to myself as I looked at the Corpse Clothes Sutra.

Then I thought, if even the Corpse Clothes Sutra is so mysterious, then how mysterious must the River Chart, the origin of the Yin-Yang Five Elements formations, be?

A few hours passed in a flash. I rubbed my sore eyes and looked at the time. I found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

I got up and leaned on the window to look out. I saw that the moon was cold and the stars were sparse outside. The whole Guo Village was plunged into darkness. Obviously, the villagers had already fallen asleep.

There were no entertainment activities in the countryside, so most people went to bed early. Even if there were a few houses with lights on, they were either playing cards together or drinking.

"Why is Hu Zi so quiet tonight?" I was puzzled.

Hu Zi lives alone in another room. In the past, Hu Zi would come to my place every night to brag before going back to sleep. But tonight, Hu Zi disappeared after dinner. I couldn't help but feel a little strange. I wondered if Hu Zi had changed his personality.

"Could it be that Uncle Pao told him that he would take him as his apprentice and teach him swordsmanship, so this kid is doing well?" I grinned and then tiptoed to the door.

Pao Zhen and Pao Ling'er's rooms were dark. I could vaguely hear Pao Zhen's thunderous snoring. Obviously, Pao Zhen had already fallen asleep and was having a tryst with Zhou Gong.

As for Pao Ling'er and Hu Zi's rooms, they were quiet.

After carefully pushing open the door, I went out of the house, walked out of the yard, and then wandered around the village.

I didn't know the exact address of Aunt Wang's family, but since such a big thing happened to Aunt Wang's family, there must be something abnormal in their family, at least in terms of Feng Shui, it must be very different from the past.

This is why I took out the corpse clothes sutra to look at it, and it can be regarded as a temporary measure.

Guo Village is very large. I wandered around the village for half an hour before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated earthen house.

This earthen house is very dilapidated. At first glance, it is a dangerous house that has been in disrepair for a long time. The yard is not big, but it is still tidy. On the left side, there is also a pigpen, but now the pigpen is empty.

The most important thing is that in my eyes, the Feng Shui of this courtyard is very strange, and the Qi is very chaotic, as if these Qi are ants on a hot pot, constantly stirring in the courtyard, giving people a feeling of wanting to escape from here.

Moreover, there is a layer of faint black air hanging over the house.

However, this black air is not dead air, but the bad air of bad luck.

"This should be Aunt Wang's house, right?"

I looked around and saw that there was no one around, so I directly climbed over the wall on one side and landed. In order to prevent Aunt Wang from raising a dog, I squatted on the ground for a while. After seeing that there was nothing abnormal, I breathed a sigh of relief and then tiptoed towards the door.

I stood in front of the door and listened to the noise in the room. After making sure that Auntie Wang and Wang Qian were asleep, I reached out to pull the door.

Perhaps because of the simple folk customs, most people in the countryside do not have the habit of locking their doors, and Auntie Wang's house is no exception. When I pulled it, the door was immediately opened, but the old "creaking" sound still scared me.

I froze, leaned against the door with a nervous face, listened carefully to the noise in the room, and when I saw that no one was awakened, my heart fell back into my stomach.

"Damn it, I'm here to do good things, why do I feel like a thief?"

I swallowed my saliva with a gulp, then slipped into the house, carefully closed the door, and squinted my eyes to look around.

Aunt Wang's house is not big, with only two rooms, the east and west rooms. The middle room where I am now is the kitchen. There is an iron pot in the corner of the wall, and a pile of firewood is piled next to the iron pot.

According to our rural customs, the west room is generally respected. If the family worships the guardian gods or the spirits of the horse, they will be worshipped in the west room, so the west room is generally not lived in.

Only when the children reach the age of marriage will they clean up the west room as a wedding room.

Aunt Wang's eldest son had just graduated from college, so it was obviously impossible for him to get married. Her younger daughter was still young, so it was even more impossible.

With this thought in mind, I tiptoed to the door of the east room, stood at the door and listened carefully, and indeed I heard a steady breathing sound.

"Why is there only one breathing sound? Could it be that Auntie Wang and Wang Qian sleep in separate rooms?"

I frowned, but still reached out and gently opened the door.

When the door was opened, the scene in the east room immediately appeared in front of me.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a table, a few chairs, and some very worn-out furniture. The only home appliances worth a bit of money were probably an old black-and-white TV and a refrigerator.

In the corner, there was a bed, and on the bed there was a figure, sleeping under the quilt.

"Is Aunt Wang alone? Where is Wang Qian? Is she in the west room?"

I walked to the bedside, squinted my eyes and looked at her, then sat cross-legged on the floor.

The death energy above Aunt Wang's head was a little thicker than during the day. Obviously, if it is not resolved as soon as possible, Aunt Wang will be in trouble in a few days.

I took a deep breath, calmed my mind, and then made seals with both hands according to the records in the Yuyin Sutra, chanting: "The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi. I have practiced for billions of kalpas to prove my supernatural powers. Come!"

As my voice fell, I heard a "whoosh", and the death energy swirling above Aunt Wang's head surged, and finally, it gathered into a line and slowly floated towards me.