Seeing that he was serious and didn't sound false, Aoki felt a strong hope in his heart. Could it be that Xiao Wang really had some incredible ability?
"What do you think is the safest way?" he asked cautiously.
Wang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Of course it is the embodiment of the legend. Above, there are immortals shining in the sky, below, there are Bodhisattvas turning prayer wheels, celestial beings riding on clouds, demon women riding flying dragons, and fairies picking mulberry leaves on the side roads, and they will meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace..."
He was feeling emotional and fascinated there, and then he sighed deeply. All the immortals and Bodhisattvas were dead, and if he saw some real ones occasionally, they were just bones.
Qingmu was a little confused. Was this the manifestation of the immortals or the demons? Or were they the rampage of demons? He felt a little confused!
Especially when he thought that the young man in front of him really had a physique that could attract ghosts, he suddenly became even more unsure and quite frightened.
Qingmu seriously suspected that Xiao Wang was trying to send a group of demons and ghosts into Lao Chen's body. But Lao Chen was about to die. As the saying goes, "the weak cannot be supplemented", how could he bear it? He was thinking wildly!
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Wang Xuan was thinking about how he could clear himself of the blame. After all, although Lao Chen was lying down, he was still the focus and he didn't know how many eyes were watching him.
If he didn't avoid suspicion and went straight for the attack, the dying Old Chen would be resurrected, which would definitely be a big deal and would be bound to become explosive news.
At that time, he was in danger!
Someone will definitely dig deeper, and his secrets of the inner location will most likely be exposed.
When he thought of this, Wang Xuan immediately felt a biting chill, as if an ice-cold knife was placed on his neck. His heart was heavy, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
This is not a joke. Saving Lao Chen will involve his own life and death. It is very serious. How can we solve it reasonably?
Even though Wang Xuan was usually carefree, he had a frown on that night and his expression was extremely solemn. He had to consider all the details and not reveal his secrets.
Eventually, he refined his ideas.
"Lao Qing, this time the key depends on you!"
Aoki was puzzled. Why was he involved?
Wang Xuan said in a deep voice: "When we were collecting antiques this time, we told everyone that your master had obtained a secret book that recorded incantations, ancient witchcraft, and borrowing objects for sacrifice... and you are Lao Chen's disciple, so naturally you will be in charge of this matter!"
Seeing how serious he was, Aoki suddenly became a little nervous. He listened carefully and prepared to cooperate with all his strength.
Then he saw Wang Xuan staring at his phone, as if searching for something, frowning in thought from time to time.
"Lao Qing, I'm going to teach you something. Learn it quickly and become proficient in it." Wang Xuan said very seriously.
"Okay!" Aoki felt unsure when he saw him like this, but he just had to cooperate with him wholeheartedly no matter what.
He was a master of the old techniques, so he naturally learned the moves quickly. But after a while he felt something was not right. He became more and more suspicious, thinking that he was... performing a shaman dance!
While Wang Xuan was drinking water, Qingmu stopped and quickly searched on the Internet, and found the original tutorial as soon as possible.
He almost vomited blood. He had studied so hard, and Wang Xuan had taught him so seriously. How could he have such nerve? This was really a trick, so crazy!
"What do you mean, Xiao Wang?" Aoki looked unfriendly.
Wang Xuan still had a serious look on his face, but Qingmu no longer felt heavy-hearted. He felt that Xiao Wang was a little unreliable.
"Since you are saving people in the name of Zhuyou and ancient witches, you have to learn how to do it. It would be even better if you can master it and perform some of the moves yourself."
"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Aoki looked at him unhappily, and then started to imitate him without his teaching, with a rather unpredictable charm.
He studied under Lao Chen, so naturally he learned a lot of old skills. This is a witch dance recorded in an ancient book. Legend has it that in ancient times one could communicate with gods and use this dance to fight.
Wang Xuan exclaimed: "Lao Qing, you are really a talent. I can see your bright future!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Aoki didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.
"I'm not talking nonsense. You are destined to shock the world with your dance tonight!" Wang Xuan patted his shoulder and told him to practice until he was proficient.
Qingmu's expression froze. He was naturally quick-witted and suddenly thought of something. If he could save his master, would those chaebols and organizations ask him to perform a witch dance every now and then? !
"Everything is for Lao Chen!" Wang Xuan looked solemn.
Qingmu wanted to say, "You were so serious in order to save Lao Chen, but you hid behind me. This is what I paid for!" But what else could he say? No matter how hard or tired he was, he had to admit it even if he cried.
Wang Xuan added: "If it's just the two of us, it won't work. This time, let those who practice the old techniques participate. Let them line up to go into the house to see Lao Chen, pass on the energy of the living to him, and then cooperate with your witch dance, I think we can save him!"
Qingmu said nothing and just listened to his nonsense quietly. He naturally understood that everyone was covering up for Wang Xuan to avoid him being exposed.
"Line up in an orderly manner and enter one by one. The time each person stays in the room ranges from one or two minutes to thirty to forty minutes, depending on your ability." Wang Xuan felt that if he lined up and went in, if he really wanted to save Lao Chen, a few minutes to dozens of minutes should be enough.
After all, a filming location may take one or two years, but outside it may only take one minute!
"Of course, it would not be good if these people just came into the house to see Old Chen and did nothing else. It would feel like they were seeing the remains of the deceased in advance. To make it more reasonable, we could let them touch Old Chen's hands or feet and say that this was the transmission of life. People in the field of ancient arts should work together to save Old Chen."
After hearing this, Aoki was speechless. This young man... was thinking hard to clear himself of the crime. He was really "dedicated".
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