Otherworldly Merchant

When I saw the blue light fly in, I knew it was bad. I hurried to get out of my way.

The light rubbed against my ear root and flew out. The old man didn't look like he was dying. He muttered and rolled off the dirt pile.

The old man, though not capable of any evil tricks, is tricky. Had I not seized him by exorcism, he would have been in a coma under his hypnosis. Fat guides lobbied that this guy is sneaking around to practise some form of law. If he wanted to come here, it would be weird. If he escaped, he might play something new, which would be troublesome.

I pulled out a spiritual charm and chased it. I don't know what strange steps the old man had practiced. He was weird and volatile. He had escaped a long way between the three jumps. He was about to run out of my sight.

If there's an invisible needle in my hand, I can hold him for a moment, but it's not on me right now.

What are we gonna do?

Time is running out, I can't think too much, I just spell it out.

I pulled out the sand and rubbed it on the sole of my shoes, stepping on his footprints one foot at a time. Then he chewed on the tip of his tongue and spit out a bite of blood, with a mist of blood, and drew a curse in the sky.

“Stop!” I drank high and put my feet together.

Bang, the old man's figure suddenly pounded, as my movement stopped.

This is a bundle technique that I have learned from the Scripture of the Shadow, and although I have experimented with it several times, it is all a small animal exercise, and this is the first time I have used it on a human being.

Bundle surgery can manipulate people's movements within 100 meters with footprints, but there is a certain danger --

If the person is deeper than you, or stronger than you, he will control himself; even if the other person is less physically powerful than you, you must fight him until one side is exhausted. In other words, it is equivalent to tying the two people together by spell, who can win, but also spell, besides the pre-emptive, the practitioner does not take advantage of anything.

The old man seemed weak and powerless, but in terms of the speed of running, that strength was not bad at all, and even much stronger than the strong men killed by Pike. Once tied to him, it was inevitable that he would die.

But the time is running out, and he must not escape, so I did the surgery.

I hurriedly turned around, pressed my legs tightly, and took the lead. Strangely, I couldn't feel half the resistance.

What the hell is going on?

When I first experimented with this spell, I was experimenting with little rabbits, and even if they were weak, they would struggle and create a lot of strength. But how can such a man be so quiet?

Is this old guy playing garlic with me? Trying to pull the trigger while I'm not ready?

I waited a little longer, still no movement, but didn't dare to lift the ban, so I stood up and jumped over.

Until I walked up to him, the old man was still motionless.

I pulled out a rope and tied his hands to prevent this guy from suddenly falling into distress.

But seeing him lay flat on the ground with his legs together, staring at a pair of eyes and staring into the night sky, a bloodstain of bright red seeped behind his head.

What's this?

When I fell, the back of my head hit a rock?

I reached for his nose, touched the inferior carotid artery, and it was dead.

I was on guard, but I didn't expect the old thing to die.

Who the hell is he? What are you doing here? Died accidentally before I could ask.

I picked up the body and pulled everything out.

Cigarettes, lighters, a very delicate little sleeve arrow on the wrist, blue light in the arrow, that's what I think was raiding my blue light just now.

Close to the heart is a small cloth bag with an old black and white photograph of a young couple, the man should be the old man himself when he was young; the woman dressed in Japanese costumes and smiled very sweetly, with a dense cherry blossom forest behind her.

Below the photograph is half a bright white piece of silk with lots of directions and markings on top, obviously a map. The only textual markings are also in Japanese and are not recognizable.

Looks like this old guy's a ghost, but what's he doing all the way out here? Did he follow the map? There's something else beneath this wasteland?

I checked it again carefully and found nothing, so I had to temporarily put away the map and the sleeve arrows. Think about it, put the pictures and the cigarettes back.

Fat guides have said that the old man has been practicing some form of law here, and this Nine Shadows Immortal Array is true. There must be something else going on here.

I circled around the dirt, and I finally found a very strange place in a very eye-catching corner with a very messy pile of crushed rocks.

I didn't even care at first, even walked back and forth from the stone, and when I came back again, I suddenly realized that the stone seemed messy, but there was no heaven or earth ——

It's exactly the size and location of this big pile of earth.

In other words, this is a small Nine Yin Dilemma Fairy Array!

I walked up close, squatted, and there was a thumb-sized wooden carving in the rocks.

The only wonderful thing about wooden carvings, Shaw, is a woman, dressed in a suit, smiling all over her face. Isn't that the woman in the old man's picture?

Below the wooden carving is a slab of stone with a bright red surface and a drip of blood.

There are different levels of blood, new and old, which appear to be caused by drops every once in a while.

There are also implicit inscriptions in the blood, and I picked them up, not in Japanese or Chinese, but in numbers.

1987,04,08

1972,05,13

24/08/1992

May 27, 1988

……

At first glance, these numbers are all birthdays.

I stunned for a moment and remembered something. I took out my phone and turned over the information Wu sent me.

Sure enough, these numbers are all the dates of birth, and those who were killed by the so-called number, the last one is Qin Na's.

That old guy really did it, but what's he gonna do?

I pinched my finger and squeezed it, converted everyone's birthday into eight words, and woke up suddenly.

It's back to the sun!

Before dying, one can use the magic to foster one of his dead souls in the vessel, and then choose twelve special birthday people to celebrate in sequence, so that the three souls of the dead can be recalled, so that they do not need to be impregnated and become the spirits of the vessel.

Was this the way the old man wanted his lover to live?