Chapter 132 Name
The fluctuation of the alienated object, on him?
Li Ang moved his position slightly, and the upside-down Mosi still pointed at Huai Rui's direction, and followed it in real time.
Meaning, the alienated substance is in his body? Or, he himself is an alien.
Li Ang paused for a moment. When he went out, he also brought the protective talisman that could be activated manually, so he could take a little risk.
Then, follow up and have a look.
The moss spread like a barbed caterpillar, penetrated into the gaps between the tiles, supported on the beams, and carried Li Ang to crawl silently on the roof.
The burly man called Brother Wei went to guard the courtyard,
The short dwarf called Grandson is waiting in the lobby,
There are two strangers left,
The scholar and the hunched old man were brought by Huai Rui to Mrs. Huai's bedroom.
The old lady had already fallen asleep, and the scholar stepped forward to check her condition.
"Does have bruises on the hands and feet, and some parallel scars that look like scratches from fingernails"
The scholar pondered, took out a few talismans from his arms, and solemnly pasted them on the bottom, foot, head and top of the bed,
And beside the old lady's quilt, some jade stones carved into animal shapes were placed.
"Huai Lang Zhong."
The hunchbacked old man known as Mr. Zhuang looked around the room and asked, "Who taught you these decorations?"
In the corner of Mrs. Huai's bedroom, there are many things.
Peachwood swords, portraits of door gods, tortoise shells, bronze mirrors, etc., are all things to ward off evil spirits.
"It was taught by my acquaintance in the Zhenfu Department."
Huai Rui replied, "I heard that it is some kind of formation to drive away evil spirits and stabilize the house, but I don't understand it either, so I placed it as instructed.
Your Excellency, is this useful? "
"Whether it is useful or not depends on what kind of weirdness it is. Most of the formations in the world are just the right medicine. If the symptoms are not right, the formations will not have any effect."
Old man Zhuang glanced around, and suddenly stopped on a brocade box.
The brocade box is square, quietly placed in the corner of the room, decorated with exquisite jade silk,
At the opening of the box, a "B"-shaped bone is tied with a ribbon.
"Tiger?"
Old man Zhuang was a little surprised. Huwei is a bone occasionally found on some tigers, such as the character B, one inch long, in the skin on both sides of the flanks, and also at the end of the tail.
In Chang'an ghost market, it can be sold for about a thousand guan.
Old man Zhuang asked, "What's in this box?"
"A few years ago, a gift from an overseas businessman friend was said to be a fluke specimen obtained from the endless sea, which can suppress evil things."
Huai Rui stepped forward to pick up the brocade box, removed Huwei from the ribbon, opened the box, and found a small humanoid specimen one foot long inside.
The body surface is sallow, covered with scales, and the skin and flesh are dry, tightly attached to the lean bones.
"僬 fluke"
The scholar’s eyes lit up, “There is a saying in Liezi·Tang Wen that there is a country of Zanjiu from 400,000 miles east of Zhongzhou, and the length of a person is one foot and five inches. It is a legendary dwarf country.”
"Fake."
Old man Zhuang interrupted: "The skin on the body surface is the skin of snakehead fish.
This bone is the bone of a small monkey, and there are still some bones at the base of the tail that have not been completely broken.
I have seen this thing in Lingnan, and many charlatans use it to bluff and deceive.
Some say it is a mandrill cub specimen, and some say it is a water monkey specimen, which is specially designed to trick fools and foolish women to come to watch and earn money.
Mr. Huai, you were fooled by that sea merchant friend.
Secondly, even if it is true, putting a human wax specimen in a house will definitely not achieve the effect of a town house. Just close the box. "
"oh oh."
Huai Rui quickly re-attached Huwei to the box, and whispered to himself: "Okay, Zhong Er, I treat you as a friend, but you lied to me with the monkey bone"
"Ahhh!"
The screams interrupted Huai Rui's soliloquy,
The expressions of the scholar and old man Zhuang in the bedroom changed suddenly. It was the voice of the burly and strong man among the four.
Boom!
Old man Zhuang slapped open the wooden door, took his crutches and threw a pestle on the ground, his hunched body shot out like a sharp arrow, and rushed to the courtyard.
Someone faster than him.
The dwarf surnamed Sun who stayed in the lobby, leaning against the ground, rushed to the courtyard like an electric shot.
In the courtyard, the burly man was lying on the ground, his left arm sank into the soil, as if he was being grabbed by something underground.
The dwarf surnamed Sun's scalp felt numb for a while, but he still untied the soft sword disguised as a belt from his waist,
With a flick of the soft sword, it pierced deep into the soil.
Zheng—
The sound of gold and iron interlacing resounded through the courtyard, and the soft sword seemed to have stabbed something.
Crash.
The force coming from the ground and pulling the burly man suddenly loosened,
The strong man leaned back, his entire left arm was broken from the elbow, and the arm below the elbow disappeared, as if it was forcibly ripped away by something underground.
"Ah ah ah ah ah-"
"Don't lie down! Go!"
The dwarf and the rushing old man Zhuang reminded in unison, but it was still too late.
A dark-colored palm suddenly protruded from the ground, grabbed the burly man's ankles, and dragged his lower body into the ground.
"Demon dare you!"
A gleam flashed in the eyes of Mr. Zhuang, and he suddenly threw the crutch in his hand.
The crutches split and disintegrated in the air, turning into several handleless wooden swords, spinning rapidly and piercing the ground.
Bang bang bang!
Where the wooden sword pierced, the ground of the courtyard burst slightly,
A burst of sharp laughter resounded from deep underground, and disappeared in the corner of the courtyard in an instant.
Yaoxie seems to have left, but the burly man. His lower body from the waist down disappeared, and he was dead.
“.”
Old man Zhuang gritted his teeth, looked at the corpse of his companion,
The dwarf whispered incredulously: "Brother Wei is a peak Houtian warrior, and he is only one step away from advancing to Xiantian, which is equivalent to Xunyun.
Just so dead? "
"That evil spirit is too powerful. I can't handle this job. Let's go."
Old man Zhuang made a decisive decision, stepped on the ground, and jumped up, but suddenly stopped in the air.
There is an invisible wall with a dull color around the Huai family mansion.
Even if he raised a wooden sword, he couldn't pierce it.
This invisible wall even extends deep into the ground. It is also not feasible to escape by drilling a hole in the ground.
Old man Zhuang and the dwarf saw that there was no escape, so they quickly returned to the bedroom and shouted to the scholar: "Old Wei is dead.
This evil spirit is at least a third-level alien, and has already formed a ghost domain. "
"Ghost Domain?"
Huai Rui, who faintly smelled the smell of blood in the courtyard, was so upset that he asked subconsciously.
"The special ability that can only be possessed by a very small number of aliens will draw people and things related to the aliens into a space.
People inside and outside the space cannot see each other and cannot communicate.
Only wait for the heterogeneous species to be unable to withstand the consumption, and take the initiative to withdraw the ghost domain,
Or kill the alien,
can make the ghost domain dissipate. "
Old man Zhuang quickly explained: "It's similar to the ghost hitting the wall in the country legend. Once a living person steps into it, it is difficult to get out unless it is dawn.
However, the ghost domain is a hundred times more dangerous than a ghost hitting a wall. "
The dwarf said sharply: "This ghost land has rolled in the east side of the mansion, just stuck on the edge of the fence. Ordinary soldiers patrolling the street can't hear us.
Although Zhenfusi and the others have a formation to guard Chang'an, it will take some time to realize it. "
"Then what to do?"
Huai Rui's face was earthy, and he turned to look at the old lady on the bed—the latter was still sleeping peacefully and had not been woken up.
"wait!"
Old Master Zhuang said resolutely: "Sooner or later the Zhen Fusi will find out what's going on here, as long as they come over, the evil spirits will naturally be suppressed.
Owning the aliens in the ghost domain, at least a monk in the cloud patrol realm can be absolutely sure to suppress them.
Several of us are not practicing enough. "
Several of them are folk monks. If they drag on and are discovered by the Zhenfu Department, they will inevitably be interrogated, or even blackmailed, and they will work for the Zhenfu Department for a period of time.
But compared to the result of being eaten alive by a different kind, it is much better.
step.
Footsteps came from far to near, and a shadow of a man with a dragon head above his head was projected on the paper window of the bedroom, and he walked slowly across the corridor to the door of the bedroom.
The expressions of the scholar, the old man, and the dwarf changed slightly, and they instinctively resorted to attacking each other.
"I am here to help."
A deep and hoarse voice came from under the dragon head mask. Li Ang, who was wearing a dragon head mask and night clothes, flashed out of the door, holding an old yellow paper in his hand, and showed it to the old man at the front.
That piece of yellow paper is exactly the [psychic paper] that can reveal people's desires.
Old Master Zhuang’s eyes were fixed, and he read in a low voice: “Are you also from the ghost market in Kou Zhi’an’s letter of introduction?”
Kou Zhian?
Li Ang under the mask of the dragon's head raised his eyebrows. He heard it when he was eavesdropping on it just now. These four people were introduced by a person surnamed Kou to Huai Rui, a doctor of the Jin Department of the Ministry of Households, to help him solve the old lady of the Huai Mansion. Nightmare syndrome.
It is estimated that Mr. Zhuang felt a little desperate at the moment, and Li Ang hinted that he was here to help,
Let the [psychic paper] present this information.
"Exactly."
Li Ang took up the conversation, put away the psychic paper, and put it in the night clothes.
"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you in the ghost city before? Why didn't Kou Zhi'an inform you in advance? Where were you just now?"
The dwarf held a soft sword, and asked in a sharp tone, like a cannonball.
"I was on the roof just now."
Li Ang said calmly: "With the strength of the four of you, you can't even discover my existence, so I naturally have no reason to appear.
As for my name,
You can call me Lu Bu among people, Red Rabbit among horses, high-ranking officials in idioms, rich people in common sayings, successful people who play in the world, enjoyers who are intoxicated with real life, wealthy sons who sing and sing every night, and iron fighters. The Zhumen clan, the creators of all the good things in the world. "
Huai Rui, the scholar and others were stunned. Li Ang glanced at the expressions on their faces, and added: "If you really can't remember, you can also call me Baiteman, or the leader."
(end of this chapter)