Click!

Lu Qingting staggered back, but as soon as he retreated, he felt the wrap on his chest tremble and landed between Zhang Xuanba's five open fingers.

He looked down and his expression was moved, and he was filled with joy, as if he could see the same kind, laughing loudly:

"What a veteran, so old..."

...

...

Huh ~

In the Dayan Mountains, the wind and snow are quite high, and Ying Lier walked towards the trembling and trembling as if in the wind and snow, like a small courtyard in spring.

"Mmmm, grandma..."

Her voice stuttered, and the great panic made her run away almost when she wanted to pull out, but she could only wait with a gritty bullet.

"Xiao Lier? Come in, come in."

Old and kind, the old woman's voice came from the house, like a conversation between grandparents and grandchildren, very warm.

But Ying Lier's heart was like a drumbeat, her mouth was dry and her tongue was moving step by step, and she was extremely afraid.

Squeak ~

She pushed the door open and unexpectedly, inside the cottage was not as terrifying as she thought, but just an ordinary cottage.

The only thing that is conspicuous is that there is a wooden platform in the house, a small man made of plants and trees, a piece of yellow paper on his back, a dark red lamp on his head, and a black ink lamp under his feet.

And on the banners tied to the straw man, there is an ancient book full of strange patterns.

The old woman with white hair and a hunched figure walked around the wooden platform, chanting without any haste, muttering words.

As she looked at it, Ying Lier couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She felt endless souls screaming and wailing in front of her, making her legs weak and she fell to the ground, and she was extremely scared.

"grandmother……"

The old woman ignored her, but slowly walked around forty-nine circles, and burned the two pieces of talisman paper held between her hands together.

Then he came to his senses and looked at her kindly:

"Xiao Lier, are you curious about what Grandma is doing?"

"No, no, don't dare..."

Ying Lier's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"This is a mantra book in our holy religion, called the "Nailhead Book". It is extremely powerful. Unfortunately, it is difficult to arrange it. It will take at least seven years to apply it once..."

"Mmmm, grandma..."

Ying Lier became more and more frightened and uneasy.

"Would you like to help grandma?"

"How, how to help..."

Ying Lier endured the fear in her heart.

Of course she knew that this curse book in the teachings is as good as the top three, and it is only a mantra book with its name and no books or inheritance.

"There is not enough lamp oil. Can you help grandma and add some light lamp oil..."

"ah!"

With a scream, Ying Lier could no longer bear such fear and turned around to escape, but when she turned around, a palm covered her face with wrinkles.

Then, a gentle pinch, a twitch, and a ghost stranded into two pieces of oil lamps under the grass man's head and feet.

"call!"

The old woman let out a sigh of relief. The female corpse, which had not yet fallen down, turned into a pink kitten amid the sound of sore teeth rubbing the bones.

He gently lifted the cat's corpse, and the old woman slowly turned around, looking at the six neatly arranged arrows of grass man, and said to herself:
Chapter completed!