Enchanter

No.70 Chapter [-] is in a hurry like a law!

At five o'clock in the morning, the old head Zhao called the three of them to wake up. Today is the day to report to the new funeral home.

He still drives his old used car. Although the decoration is simple and the layout is not gorgeous, and a large piece of paint has fallen off in some places, but touching the car body gives people a silky intimacy.

Beside the car door, Old Zhao was smoking a big pipe, looking at his watch while puffing.There is also a cloth bag on the hood of the car, and I don't know what it is.

"Boy, here we come!" Old Zhao smiled when he saw Yin Hui.

"Well, master, your schedule is too early, I'm not used to it..." Yin Hui yawned, obviously lack of sleep.

"I can't help it, let's hurry up." Old Zhao opened the cloth bag, took out two things that looked like bamboo tubes, took one flat for himself, and handed the other to Yin Hui.

"Why give me this?" Although Yin Hui didn't know what the old Zhao did, he still recognized this bulging gadget, which was nothing but the 'ink fountain' often used by carpenters.

"What else can Mo Dou do, play the thread!" Old Zhao rolled his eyes at him.

"Master, what do you mean..." Yin Hui understood a little bit.

Old Zhao didn't answer him, but just pointed to his second-hand car: "Let's work harder and try to finish the work before six o'clock. You are in charge of both sides, and I am in charge of the middle."

"Ah?" Yin Hui was taken aback by the old man: "Just hit the car?"

"Of course, be careful, and don't miss a loophole. Otherwise, we will be the ones who will be unlucky in the end." After speaking, Old Zhao took out the ink he bought at the stationery store from the cloth bag, and added some realgar and cinnabar. Mix it thoroughly, and pour it into the big belly of the ink fountain.

It seemed that the old Zhao was determined, and Yin Hui had no choice but to smile in agreement and stepped forward to help.

He knew that this ink fountain was invented by Lu Ban, the first patriarch of folk law.Compared with other tools, besides drawing normal lines, this ink fountain is also a common prop for Maoshan Taoist priests, which is not uncommon in Lin Zhengying's zombie films.According to legend, the Song Dynasty poet Qin Shaoyou once praised Mo Dou and said: "I have a room, half of which is rented to the King of the Wheel. If I shoot a line, the demons in the world dare not stop it."

And the reason why this ink fountain can restrain evil spirits is because it is a natural and upright thing, upright and upright, it contains the righteousness of heaven and earth, and when combined with cinnabar and other items, it can exert its effect to the extreme.And the reason why Old Zhao used the ink fountain to fill the inside and outside of his car body with normal lines, returning to the original source, is actually the same as Taoist priests who used ink fountain lines to fill the whole body of the coffin to prevent zombies from coming out to harm people.Of course, one is to prevent the inside, and the other is to prevent the outside world.

At present, two people, one on the left and one on the right, tie the ink thread between the two ink fountains, fix the two ends, put them on the vehicle body in parallel, grab the thread in the middle with your hands, pull it up, and flick it down , Immediately, a straight black ink mark was left on the car body.

Half an hour later, the entire body turned into an iron box covered in 'spider webs', which was considered an overfulfilled task.From front to back, there are large and small black frames, looking from a distance, it is very strange.

"Isn't this done?" Old Zhao was admiring his masterpiece. At this time, Tang Yan and Chen Feifei, who had washed up on it, also went downstairs. Seeing that Old Zhao's car had changed into this, I can't help but laugh.

Old Zhao touched Shen Feifei's head and told her that most car accidents are caused by ghosts.Especially a series of rear-end collisions by private cars is extremely dangerous. It is a small team of ghosts who are eager to reincarnate together.

With the big net woven by the ink fountain, as long as the general dead soul touches it a little, it will be completely destroyed.

Yin Hui originally wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but as soon as he opened the door, he was almost buried alive by a mountain of things.On the soft armchair, Old Zhao's head had been filled with things, and there were even two grinning puppies.

Just thinking about it, he knew that he was fully armed and used all possible tools to help Tang Yan escape the claws of death.

'Boom! ', in the clouds in the distance, a jagged blue lightning suddenly appeared, as if it wanted to shatter the sky together.

Yin Hui felt uneasy in his heart, he knew that this was absolutely abnormal, the sky was clear just now, why did thunder strike in an instant?And now that it has entered October, a year with less rain, this kind of thunder is even rarer.

But he quickly put away his thousands of thoughts, and seeing the gossip hanging on the car, he was somewhat relieved.Moreover, with Old Zhao by his side, he had nothing to worry about.

"Attention, something is approaching." Old Zhao said suddenly.Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, who didn't pay much attention at first, were a little surprised when they heard what he said, and each of them cheered up and looked nervous.

Old Zhao head stared forward with piercing eyes, and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.Thin beads of sweat had already appeared on his temples, but this did not affect his mountain-like aura.

"Boy, do you feel it?" Old Zhao frowned looking at the gossip pendant swaying left and right in front of him.

"Feeling..." Yin Hui just wanted to say that he felt nervous.

"Close your eyes and try to experience it with your heart. Do you feel that there is a cold breath following us, like a thorn in the body, making people breathless?"

Yin Hui closed his eyes and did so, and his expression changed after ten seconds: "Yes, it's a strange breath, and there seems to be more than one, it seems..."

"Say!"

"It seems that there are many grievances twisted together, being manipulated by the biggest controller among them."

After hearing his words, old Zhao's brows flashed a trace of surprise: "Hehe, good boy, it seems that you already have the six-success power of my heyday. Those side branches should be the people who were killed by Zhang Xiuting these years. He didn’t escape bad luck, and even when he died, he was coerced into slavery.” Speaking of this, his tone became a little more serious: “We have to be careful. This ink fountain is made sloppily. It must be able to block their full blow."

Yin Hui clenched his fists and nodded heavily.

"However, master, isn't the black dog's blood deterring to the spirit body? Why don't you scare the snake out first?" Yin Hui stared at the two lively and cute black puppies at his feet, and couldn't bear to do it for a while. .

"It's a good way to scare the snake, show them something powerful, and let these bullying things not know our details in a short time!" Old Zhao sighed.

Encouraged by the old head Zhao, Yin Hui's confidence immediately doubled. He shook out a black package from the cloth bag, untied it, and immediately revealed a rusty money sword.I'm sorry, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a pup's neck with his left hand, and held the sword hilt with his right hand. Suddenly, a stream of dark red blood spurted out from its artery.

To be honest, it was the first time for Yin Hui to kill a dog. When he saw the little cub struggling in his hands, he felt a little at a loss. Old Zhao reminded him again and again, and then he pressed his thumb on the dog's wound as if suddenly realized, and then took out a The small bowl took a bowl of black dog blood steadily.Opening the car window, Yin Hui held the black dog's blood in his hand, and all the cells in his body went into a state of alert, ready to meet the desperate air that rushed forward.

The vehicle in front was driving smoothly, and the scene in the rearview mirror was moving backwards quickly.

With the bumping of the car body, Yin Hui's hands holding Hei Gouxue also began to tremble slightly following the rhythm.

"Tick!" At this moment, there was an ethereal dripping sound.There were small ripples on the car mat, and the water halo expanded outwards in circles. Tang Yan in the back seat raised her head in doubt.

"Tick!" Another sound!

The cold liquid dripped onto the side of Tang Yan's face, she raised her chin, her eyes widened, fear spread in her eyes.He looked at the top of his head in horror, but couldn't move his neck any longer.

what!It's him!

It was Zhou Haiqing who had been dead for many days!He was looking at him coldly from above his head, a finger-thick black hemp rope was tightly tied around his neck, causing bloodstains on his neck.He just hung on the big tree trunk directly above his head with a blank expression!The man shrugged his head to face himself, his face was dripping with blood, and his lips parted into a weird smile.And his eyes! ?

Tang Yan covered her mouth, and there were only two big blood holes left on her blood-stained face like a spider web.

And, on the roof without the slightest wind.The body is shaking... constantly shaking...

"Squeak... creak... creak... creak..."

When he was shaking his body, he seemed to be able to hear the strange, dry sound coming from his throat. With that shaking sound, it formed a kind of horrible ditty.

The dead are singing... How can the dead sing?This... this is the sonata of death!

Tang Yan yelled like crazy, followed by Shen Feifei yelling hysterically, besides Zhou Haiqing, there are... Ma Gobi, Sun Faxue, Qian Fang and others, they were on the rear window of the car, sticking Behind him, he stared sinisterly and sneered strangely.

That black breath of death, that low-pitched melancholy tune surrounds the entire carriage, like melting ice, slowly immersing everyone in the damp enclosed space...

"Too high on the stage star, always responding to changes. Hurry up like a law!"

"Shua..." A bowl of black dog blood exuding a strong smell, accompanied by Yin Hui's urgent chanting, poured into the back seat like a crescent moon, which immediately made the ghosts lying on the rear window howl , fell to the road with a strange scream, and Zhou Haiqing, who was hanging on the roof of the car, was also penetrated by countless small hovering droplets. , disappeared.

"Are you all right?" Old Zhao honked the horn on the steering wheel and said calmly. He was not too surprised by what happened just now, because he knew that all this was just a foreplay.

Zhang Xiuting, she will never let it go!