trick revival

Chapter 1
Chamber of Secrets.

Many mysterious figures gathered around the outer circle filled with candlesticks, all with different emotions towards the middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged in the middle.

There was a chilling ominous aura emanating from the man, but it was all shielded by the candlestick formation.

Their faces are calm and their eyes are serious, at least that's how it looks to outsiders, or that's how it looks to the man.

I don't know how long the silence lasted, but someone couldn't help but said: "Master Zuo, you still have a choice, you just need to choose a good person, and win"

"Enough," Zuo Dao, who was sitting in the middle, interrupted his speech. He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "At least in this world, this land, people's lives are left to people, to others." The law is left to God's will, not us, nor them, nor these tricks, nor those evil methods."

Then, there was a long silence.

Zuo Dao tried his best to open his eyes. At this time, he already felt that besides his head, which he could control, his other limbs gradually became stiff.

"The bad old man said that he wanted me to be an undercover agent for a few days. Who would want to lie down? I have become a famous villain on the list. I have been hunted down by various places for more than [-] years. I will still be here. The active and potent 'tricks' and 'sorcery' of the world are cataloged.

"Down the head. The black sect's voodoo technique weighs the book and breaks the prosperous yin with the black method. The number of ghosts and the ghosts are cut into the paper. Amputation"

He chanted softly, spit out two words like a few treasures.
When he heard someone's slightly heavy breathing, he stopped abruptly and pulled the corners of his mouth lightly.

"I have entered their characteristics and explanations into the book, and the practices and secrets will leave with me. Except for the few I will name next, I will stay temporarily. I have something to explain. Let the others leave. I hope the future will be like this." What we wish and hope is that the world will show evil and stop it in time, and that it will do right without loss."

In silence, everyone left slowly.

The door was closed, and after a long time, someone tried to open it, but failed.

No one will try again.

With his thoughts scattered, Zuo Dao leisurely opened his eyes.

The unfamiliar ceiling came into his eyes, and the faint smell of blood lingered in his nostrils.

Zuo Dao subconsciously stood up, never expected to feel some viscous liquid under his hands, slipped his hands and fell back, his head was still in close contact with the ground with a 'collapse' sound, which made him stunned.

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Zuo Dao looked at the ceiling with slightly dazed eyes, and murmured hoarsely:
"A new body? There seems to be a problem, strange emotions, strange memories. Am I reborn? Or have I time-traveled?"

A little surprised, a little joy, a little anticipation.

Only, there is no panic.

After a while, Zuodao stood up and looked around, a ray of memory scattered in his heart, this is his own, or the former owner's home.

Right now, in the middle of the hall in his room, the floor was in a mess, with all kinds of strange tools thrown around at will.

After confirming the location, Zuodao stood on the edge of the mysterious pattern on the ground, looked down at the place where the 'former master' fell, and felt cautious.

On the ground at the entrance, a large number of mysterious patterns using blood as the medium are drawn. At the place where the mysterious patterns and lines are densest, there is a book in brown leather that looks very old. There is no text information on the surface. Putting it right in it, the whole scene is full of evil and weirdness.

With the thoughts in Zuo Dao's mind, accompanied by a little throbbing pain in the back of his head, fragmented memories emerged.

In the memory, the former owner held the book on the ground, with excitement and anticipation in his emotions, repeatedly looked at the contents and drew the contents of the book clumsily, and the blood on the ground also rushed to his heart.

The former owner's own blood was drawn many times before and the blood of the black cat and black snake was finally drawn. After many considerations, the former owner finally chose to purchase it through a special channel.

"It's not bad, it saves me some trouble, at least I don't have to worry about cat abuse, which easily arouses evil spirits and evil spirits."

Leftist comments like schizophrenia.

At this time, the memory of the former master continued to emerge like a bank bursting.

The former owner was sweating profusely according to the contents of the book, and finally finished drawing all the mysterious patterns, he closed the book, carefully and neatly placed it in one of the mysterious patterns, and then took out a The injection tube of blood dripped onto the cover of the untitled book.

Reminiscing so far, a scene appeared that made Zuo Dao even more refreshed.

In memory, the blood in the former main injection tube was quickly absorbed by the book, without causing any stains on the book cover.

After all the blood was absorbed, a clown-like mocking mouth was vaguely cracked on the cover of the wordless book, and the former owner's memory also came to an abrupt end, leaving only a moment of great fear for the latter to taste.

At the same time, a strange emotion suddenly surged out, not only in the memory, but also in the heart of Zuo Dao at this time!

—Sacrifice yourself!
—Sacrifice yourself!
—Sacrifice yourself!
Confusion, trance, excitement, agitation, and self-destructive emotions are like a flood, trying to break through the psychological defense of heresy.

In an instant, he could clearly feel the blood congestion in his head, and his temples began to throb violently, as if he was about to die from a cerebral hemorrhage in the next second.

Not only that, but the mouth of the devil appeared on the cover of the wordless book on the ground, and then began to murmur. It opened and closed soundlessly, as if to say something, but this voice that should have been inaudible, but in Zuo Dao's mind It feels like thunder.

"Lie back—

"Lie back—

"Lie back—"

After such a degree of "emotion" poured out, Zuo Dao's body trembled, a force induced Zuo Dao, wanting him to step into the blank space of the mysterious pattern, and finally go to the center and lie down again. When he left involuntarily, the corners of his mouth on the book cover were raised even more.

at this time.

Zuo Dao stopped his continued actions, hovered in the air with his raised foot, and then retracted it.

Stand still.

Do not move.

The corner of the mouth of the book cover was also jammed at this moment, and the opening and closing of the mouth stopped, as if lost in thought, thinking about what to do in this situation?
On the contrary, Zuo Dao, who was red-faced and white-lipped, started to move his mouth. He recited silently, very fast, his lips fluttered like wings, and visualized in his heart:

"Meditation Mantra: Being a superstar, you will never stop changing. Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect your life and body, and the three souls will last forever, and your soul will never be lost!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zuo Dao shook his body, completely out of Weird's control, he suddenly stepped back a few steps, and kept a distance from the ghost thing on the ground.

Zuo Dao glanced at the ground and was still a little at a loss. He looked at the not-so-clever book, recited it again, and visualized in his heart.

"Body Purification Mantra: Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the figure. The soul of the disciple, the five viscera, the mysterious guard, I am true!"

After he finished speaking, a picture rose in Zuodao's mind, and a blood line on the back of his head suddenly snapped off.

A nameless sense of relaxation flooded the whole body, but followed by a kind of mental exhaustion, just want to find a place to fall asleep.

Zuo Dao couldn't be more familiar with this feeling.

Lack of energy.

Since the 'former master' didn't have any cultivation skills, he "died" once again, and then he was once again controlled by the evil thing on the ground that even heretics were not sure what it was.

Then it was broken by the energy of the body consumed by the leftists, and the hidden dangers were cut off, which brought about the physical and mental exhaustion at this moment.

In the world of heresy, for those who practice the two great mantras all the year round, they only need to match the matching "inner secret" and hand skills, the method of visualization, etc. obtained after joining the master, and then rely on the blessing of the master of the master, not only It does not deplete one's own energy, and it is also a practice method to cultivate energy and energy during homework in the morning and evening.

But for the "self" or this body that has never been chanted, if you want to make these spells "effective", you can only use the most primitive and safest method, which is to arouse your own energy and spirit to make them effective, but there are negative problems. It is a burden on the body.

At the same time, in this way, you can be in the unknown world without praying to any gods. After all, heresy doesn’t know what will happen if you use your mind to pray to the gods of the previous world in the new world. This is a critical moment. decision made.

In the blink of an eye, Zuo Dao didn't think about fleeing immediately after getting out of trouble. As a former gold medal undercover, the evil leader who was once considered to have escaped from the official control of the organization, he knew very well that when encountering such evil problems, escaping is always the worst choice In order to have a chance, we must seize every opportunity to face up to the fear.

The most important thing is that after measuring the book's ability to control itself, Zuodao thought to himself that he had a certain degree of confidence.

Before the book could react, a turn-based chaos was staged, and the heretics chose to attack first.

I saw Zuo Dao stepped forward with his left foot towards his midline, his right foot pressed against his left heel to form a "T" shape, his face was pale with pain, he bit the tip of his tongue with blood in his mouth, and quickly passed the curse in his heart:
"There is water in the sky, and [-]% in the earth. I will spray it today!"

"Praise the heaven and the earth, the spirit is too clear, the sage Gaozhen, all the benefactors please, the spiritual light protects you!
"I would like to ask the nine phoenixes to break the filth, the essence and evil to perish, and the ten thousand gods to defend, the law is successful, and the law is as fast as the law-order!"

While thinking about it, he repeated the tactic with his left hand, and drew forward with his right hand, and the fatigue in his eyes was hard to hide.

This is the Nine Phoenix Water Method. In the past world, it was specially used to get rid of bad luck, and it can also protect oneself. It does not need a serious teacher, as long as someone guides it, it can be effective even for ordinary people.

Like the two great mantras, you can choose to mobilize your own energy and spirit to cast it, or you can choose the method of "helping the ancestors".

As for heresy, the natural choice is the former, and therefore, it seems that every word and every sentence points to the gods, but in fact it is just a process of displaying.

At this moment, his left hand is stretched across his chest, the thumb pinches the side of the middle finger, and the remaining three fingers spread out. The sword finger of his right hand quickly draws the words "Rain and Fire Fighting", which is a taboo word.

"Heavenly evil, earth evil, year evil, moon evil. All evil spirits are sneaky, and every evil will kill itself!"

Zuo Dao took a drink in his heart, his cheeks puffed slightly, and the blood on the tip of his tongue turned into a blood mist and sprayed out towards the ground.

After the blood curse flew into the sky over the mysterious pattern drawn by the 'former master' on the ground, part of it quickly evaporated in mid-air as if it had entered a frying pan, accompanied by dense 'sizzling' sounds.

And the mysterious pattern on the ground seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and the coherent lines dissipated or were broken in many places, and the nameless pressure full of evil sense suddenly dropped.

The book with the big mouth on the ground seemed to feel a great crisis, and let out a silent scream, it wanted to escape!

but it found
It seemed to have no legs, so it could only shake twice, very frightened.

When less than a quarter of the blood mist sticks to the writing, everything is doomed.

Not only did the book fail to absorb blood into it like the memory of the previous 'former master', but the cover turned yellow and blackened in the blink of an eye, and ignited a flame!

The silent wailing didn't last long and then gradually stopped, and the big mouth of the clown on the book cover also disappeared in the flames.

In the end everything was calm.

The flames dissipated, leaving only the scorched black books emitting a faint stench.

The dust has settled.

Until then, Zuo Dao was sure that the immediate crisis was resolved.

Zuo Dao let out a long sigh of relief, and before he could decide whether to clean up the mess or take a break, an untimely voice came, which also made him feel a little less defensive again.

Doorbell rang.

- ding dong

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