absurd deduction game.

Both of them used ruthless moves, aiming to take each other's life. There was none of the magnificence and mystery of the "battle of magic" in TV dramas, only gusts of cold wind.

The thick chains in the room were affected by the thick and gloomy atmosphere, and they began to tremble with clanging sounds. Some strange breath flowed along the chains and gathered in front of the white jade coffin, as if it was accelerating the awakening of the extremely evil ghost lying in Guanzhong.

Yu Xing paid attention to his position and the white jade coffin, and wrapped the coffin with black mist to block the power transmitted from the chains. However, he himself was slightly eroded and felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply sat on the coffin and watched this dog-eat-dog duel.

Master Wanban held a scroll of blood-written scriptures in his hand. As he turned the pages, blood filled the air. Several blurry, translucent ghost shadows flew out from the pages, and the air was suddenly filled with resentment that was almost tangible.

They clearly had no physical form, but they were wet all over, as if they had just crawled out from the bottom of the water, with sticky rotten fluid dripping onto the ground, emitting a fishy stench.

Scriptures composed of blood words were engraved on the distorted face of the ghost. As soon as they appeared, they obeyed the will of Master Wanban and pounced towards Jiang Po with their fangs and claws.

Master Wanban held a Buddhist scripture in one hand and a small knife in the other. He cut the back of his hand, which was already showing signs of flabbyness and aging. Blood flowed out of the wound but did not drip down.

He stared at Jiang Po viciously, and suddenly took out a palm-sized piece of human skin from his arms. The blood on the back of his hand moved as he pulled it. He used his finger as a pen and began to write Jiang Po's birth date on the human skin!
"The skin of a dead person with an extremely yin fate. Haha, Zhang Dequan, you are going to do everything that will damage your virtue!" Jiang Po knew that Master Wanban wanted to use this object to curse her. She was angry but also a little afraid. Her figure became illusory for a moment. She used the flexibility of her young body to block the entanglement of those ghosts by herself. Talismans flew on her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, the ghost closest to her was scared to death.

Master Wanban's lips opened and closed silently, focusing on his fingertips. He did not argue with Mrs. Jiang anymore, and seemed to be calculating something while writing.

Yu Xing listened carefully and found that the other party was indeed calculating numbers. Because Jiang Po had worn the skin of an Alan, she had rejuvenated to some extent and regained her youth. Naturally, the effect of her original birth date and horoscope had been greatly reduced!
If one wants to accurately capture the eight characters indicated by Jiang Po and Alan after they "merge into one", one must be close enough and observe with one's own eyes the changes in Jiang Po's destiny, otherwise there will definitely be mistakes.

This is why Master Wanban did not write the eight-character medium on the human skin in advance, but started writing it right after facing Jiang Po!

Grandma Jiang could feel the vibration of destiny around her. She sneered, avoided the entanglement of the ghost, and waved her arm. Out of her sleeve jumped a number of shadow puppets as big as a baby's forearm.

Their colors were dull, and their long, thin arms covered half of their faces. Their long, smiling eyes and bright red curved lips were visible through their fingers, and the air was suddenly filled with overlapping, shrill laughter.

As if controlled by an invisible hand, the thin shadow puppet stood on its own, swaying from left to right in a bizarre dance, with the ink-like black eyeballs in its eye sockets rolling around and finally pointing to the position of the master of all things!

The colors on the shadow puppets became brighter, and even their breath seemed to come alive. They spoke in unison, and the originally identical voices began to differentiate. There were men and women, old and young, all matching their respective images.

These voices, high or low, combined and asked in a rhythmic tone:

"Set up the stage, look at the shadow, hey, who are you?"

One of the male shadow puppets, who was wearing a blue cloth robe, arched his body exaggeratedly and took a puff on the pipe that grew from his hand. A thin layer of smoke actually floated out.

It answered, "I am! I am the peddler whose wife died in the east of the village!"

The old woman in a dark blue dress put her hands on her hips and answered fiercely: "I, I! Tie up the kidnapped woman with a rope and feed her dog food. She can't run away!"

The shadow puppet of a woman with a bun in a light-colored dress wiped the blood from her eyes and cried, "I, I! I am blind and heartless, cut off from my family, sold to the mountains by a boy, made a bride out of nothing, and gave birth to a baby that was chained to a dog!"

Each shadow puppet has his own story, some are related to each other, some are independent and unrelated. They either cry or laugh, and after finishing their words, they dance together and make all kinds of exaggerated poses.

Unconsciously, there was one more shadow puppet among them. It was an old man wearing a respectable robe and looking energetic. Its hairstyle, face and clothes were exactly the same as Master Wanban's at this time. When Master Wanban saw it, he immediately commanded the remaining ghosts to attack it, but they were all blocked by Jiang Po.

The old man walked slowly to the front. The other puppets surrounded him and asked in unison: "Hey, who are you?"

It answered: "I, I!"

As soon as the voice that was still the same as that of Wanban Master appeared, there seemed to be some invisible connection between the man and the shadow puppet. It sang: "An unkind and unjust sorcerer who only cares about money and has no morals. He cheated and deceived people and brought disaster upon himself, angering a god in the river!"

The color on its face quickly faded, as if water stains were seeping out, and large patches of blood stained its respectable clothes. The shadow puppet made a painful expression: "Alas! The wicked are punished by heaven, and the retribution has finally come! Death, death!"

At the same time, Master Wanban's body was covered with bloody wounds, and pieces of blood, including skin and flesh, fell off his body, staining the expensive clothes.

His face twitched, not sure if it was because of the pain or because he was using his spirit to fight this strange attack. Jiang Po's figure was reflected in his cloudy eyes, and the looming fate was clearly visible at a certain moment. One of his eyeballs suddenly exploded, but he laughed.

"I got it, I got it!"

The blood-stained fingers wrote the last stroke of the complete birth data, and the evil wind surged. Master Wanban took the human skin and clasped his hands together, and the filthy and dark breath instantly permeated it.

The agile Jiang Po suddenly became stiff, as if the life was quickly drained away. Every joint was as difficult to turn as a corpse, and her internal organs began to rot. The ghosts took the opportunity to entangle her and devoured Jiang Po's spirit and vitality in big mouthfuls.

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Both of them used their most powerful killer moves, which were strange, invisible and difficult to guard against. After being hit, one was turning into a corpse, and the other was rotting and falling off from the skin. It was almost a fight to see who would die first.

Master Wanban cherished his life after all, so he turned his head and said to Yu Xing who was sitting on the coffin watching the show: "While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits. Why don't you take action now and get rid of the two of us?"

He said this because he had a back-up plan. As long as Yu Xing intervened, he had a good chance of getting the help of the shadow puppet and reversing the curse on him.

He didn't even use words to induce him, because he believed that such a good opportunity was rare and there was no reason for Yu Xing not to take action.

Grandma Jiang also slowly turned her head and said in a vicious voice: "Snakes and rats are of the same nest..."

But Yu Xing, who was sitting on the coffin, still had an expression of great interest in watching the show and did not move.

Jiang Po and Master Wanban's hearts skipped a beat at the same time. The latter waved his arm, which was so rotten that the bones were visible, and Yu Xing and the white jade coffin under his buttocks immediately disappeared like smoke.

Master Wanban's face changed drastically - what was left here was actually just an illusion.

When did that vixen run away carrying the coffin? !

(End of this chapter)