Yin Yang Antique Shop

Chapter 70 Finding the Source
After burying the ashes in the ground, the master muttered a few words. Now I really regret why my ears are so sharp.

What my master said is that if you bury this thing, this dish will definitely grow well...

I really don't know what to do except the corners of my eyes are twitching. Fortunately, Li Yuyue didn't hear her, otherwise the master's image of a master would collapse, but I swore to my master.

"Let's go see how your father is doing, there shouldn't be much problem." The master put the hoe aside and asked Li Yuyue to lead him the way.

A group of us entered the room, and we were also taken aback by the situation inside. Uncle woke up at some point, drinking water gulpingly, with only a pair of underpants left.

I turned around in embarrassment, not knowing whether to go out or what to do, if I acted as if I didn't see anything, Li Yuyue would definitely feel embarrassed, besides, I couldn't do it myself.

"You beast, why don't you come out soon?" The master's angry reprimand resounded throughout the room.

I can't stand it. For academics like us, it's the happiest thing to learn something or see some weird and weird cults.

Now I can only listen to the sound, not to mention how uncomfortable I feel, as if there is a cat scratching in my heart.

"Yang, why don't you hurry up and mix the cinnabar for me?" Just when I was in a hurry, the master's voice was like the sound of heaven, and I happily turned around and ran to the master's side.

Seeing Uncle's current appearance, all the shyness I had just now disappeared. I didn't see clearly just now, but clusters of yellow hairs appeared on Uncle's body. I don't know if it was because of the burning of Huang Pizi's body. Turned red, hiding in the corner watching us vigilantly.

I was stared at by his red eyes, and my whole body shuddered. I quickly took out the cinnabar from the backpack and began to mix the cinnabar according to the master's requirements.

Some people only know that cinnabar is used to draw talismans, but cinnabar is also divided into grades. The best cinnabar is like the one I have now. It is in pieces and needs to be melted with blood and then ground. the best.

This lump of cinnabar has also been exposed to the sun for seven to seven days, and the yang energy inside has reached its peak. If you want to deal with ghosts, it is best to use the blood of the rooster comb.

But to deal with monsters, I really don't know what to use. Just when I was hesitating, the master glanced at me, "Get the blood in a glass bottle from my bag, hurry up!" The master's tone also carried A little anxious.

I hastily took out the tube of blood, looked up at my uncle, he was getting more and more black, no wonder the master told me to speed up.

I poured the blood on a small piece of cinnabar, and then quickly ground it. The master specially prepared a stone bowl for me to do this. I have traveled to many places with the master before, and the master asked me many times He is grinding cinnabar now, so that the effect can be maximized.

The reason why this weasel dare not move now is because it feels the yang energy of the cinnabar in my hand, and the master just burned its body, otherwise it would have gone mad, just like it did to me before, why would it be so stalemate with.

All creatures have an instinct to be afraid of things stronger than themselves, just like now, if it was me who confronted it, I think this thing would have pounced on it long ago, how could it be as honest as it is now.

I handed the polished cinnabar to the master, and he took out a yellow talisman from his pocket. With his fingers flying, the scarlet runes on the yellow talisman slowly appeared.

I didn't rest, carefully observing my master's technique and the way of drawing symbols. Although he will teach me these things later, wouldn't it be better if I could learn them myself?
When the last stroke fell, the yellow leather child seemed to feel something was wrong. It controlled my uncle and rushed towards me. to run away.

"You still want to run?" The yellow talisman in the master's hand seemed to be alive, and flew out after the controlled uncle.

There were only a few of us left in the room staring at me, "What are you looking at me for, go out and chase after me, do you still want to save someone?" The master gave me a glare, and then walked out first.

We chased it out and found uncle not far away. He was lying on the ground with a yellow talisman on his back. Ordinary people may not be able to see it, but I could see dense circles of thin lines extending from the yellow talisman. He can't run away if he entangles his uncle.

I don't know if the yellow leather in his body is still there, but when I turned him over, I realized that my worry was unnecessary. Seeing his grinning face, I knew that the yellow leather must have not had time to escape. I don't know why the yellow skins here always have trouble with people.

I took my uncle home, and now my aunt treats us like an imperial decree. I was not used to it at first, but I felt relieved after thinking about it.

Auntie did this just to make herself feel better. She respected us because she hoped that we could save her husband. She was in awe of our profession, and there was nothing else.

After I figured it out, I felt much more comfortable. Usually, what I dislike the most is being viewed with colored glasses, but this time I made an exception.

Uncle lay on the bed and was still struggling, and the yellow hair on his body began to grow again, like a humanoid yellow skin.

"Yang, your method of mixing cinnabar with black dog blood today is correct. Weasels are most afraid of things that are more fierce than it, but you did something wrong. What you painted on his face should not be an exorcism. It's an evil-suppressing talisman." The master continued to paint on the uncle's face, and the uncle who was restless just now quickly passed out because the yellow skin in his body no longer caused trouble.

"Master, is my man okay?" Auntie hurriedly stepped forward to see the master packing up his things.

"How can it be so fast? If the yellow skin has not lived on your man for more than two days, I can pull it out immediately. It is almost seven days now. Does your man eat very little every day? He is almost He's dead, if I can successfully cast the spell tonight, then he will have a way to live, if not... hey..."

The master stared at each other, and quickly waved his hand and said.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, he was like this every time, and what he said was very straightforward. Now my aunt must be sad again.

I guessed right, as soon as the master's voice fell, the aunt started to sob, but she had no other choice but to wait, hoping that her husband would wake up.

We ate dinner, which was the leftovers from today's lunch. Although the aunt was very sad, she still cheered up and cooked for us in order to entertain us.

Li Yuyue must have been crying for a long time, her eyes were swollen into peaches, I don't know how to persuade them, could it be that they are resigned to fate?It would be cruel to them if I said it.

I can't do it, now I just hope that the master will not lose the chain and must succeed, otherwise this family will really be ruined.

The master was busy all afternoon and started to prepare things. He also tied several chickens with yellow paper and bamboo sticks. They were so vivid that they really looked like chickens.

But I'm no longer surprised by these, the master's puppet talisman has always been very good, these chickens must have been made by him with the puppet talisman, it should be used to deal with weasels.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the master put a few chickens in the main room, moved the uncle out, and took off the yellow talisman on his body. I didn't understand the reason for doing this, and soon after I saw my uncle's actions I get it.

Uncle, after he got his freedom, the first thing he thought of was not running away, but staring at the chicken in the main room, drooling, that kind of salivating eyes made me feel uncomfortable.

But he was still a little vigilant, and he didn't rush up directly, but hovered around a few paper chickens, as if he wanted to observe for a while.

The master didn't show any extra expressions, but judging from his standing posture, he should be very sure about what happened this time, otherwise the master wouldn't be as relaxed as he is now.

We stared into the main room, Li Yuyue covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes were full of panic, I looked in the direction she was looking, and there was the position of the shadow.

The shadow of a weasel stood there instead of the uncle, but his body did not change in any way. This should be the weasel parasitic in the uncle's body.

The master walked over slowly, his fingers made a mark on the uncle's face, and then the shadow of the weasel on the wall began to change, as if it had been lifted up by someone, it kept struggling, but There is no way to break free.

And the uncle kept rolling on the ground, spitting out black blood from time to time, which frightened Li Yuyue and the aunt. They both wanted to go up, but they stopped when they remembered the words of the master. The master said that no one is allowed. People approached him when he was casting spells, otherwise he would not be responsible for anything that happened.

That's why Li Yuyue and Auntie didn't dare to rush forward. Even if Uncle vomited blood, if something happened, it would be too late for the two of them to regret it, so it's better to bear it now.

Beads of sweat also appeared on the master's forehead. His seemingly simple movements were actually very slow, but the shadow of the weasel was also pulled out, which is good news for us.

Uncle stopped rolling all over the floor, and the black blood at the corner of his mouth began to increase, making him look like a dead person, if it wasn't for the heaving of his chest.

The shadow of the weasel has been pulled up by almost half a meter, and the master's hands began to tremble. Just when I thought he was going to be unable to hold on, the shadow of the weasel was held by the master in his hands.

(End of this chapter)