dragon hunter

Chapter 115 Phantom Pupil

Behind the cave, more dark green mist poured in. These things were like living creatures, very strange and difficult to deal with.

There was a trace of cold sweat on my forehead, and I wanted to withdraw my arm, but was entangled by the dark green breath, unable to move.

The sound of "Gululu" sounded, and a golden ball rolled to my feet. While the dazzling golden light was shining, a pair of arms hugged me and rolled back.

The dark green breath drifted past my cheeks, and I stuck to a soft body and rolled to the side.

Under the shining of the golden light, the dark green aura quickly vanished into ashes. There was a dull closing sound, and the thick stone slabs closed automatically.

"Ah, why did your hands change color?" Lang Ying's exclamation came from beside her ears.

I sat up with my arms propped up, quickly raised my right hand, and saw that starting from the wrist, the whole hand turned dark green.

The yang energy flowing in the body stagnates every time it passes through the wrist, and there is a faint sinister aura entrenched in the right hand.

"What kind of curse is this? It's too weird." I bit my finger and tried to use the blood talisman to expel the curse, but it didn't work.

"The Abhiya Buddha was cursed maliciously and turned into a resentful Buddha. We must find out the source of the curse before we can prescribe the right medicine." Lang Ying looked serious.

"That emerald Buddha statue has a history of at least 1000 years. How could we figure out the source of this evil curse." I stared at the dark green right hand and frowned.

"I have a secret technique that can find the source of the curse." Lang Ying reached out and took off the sunglasses.

Although it was night, I was still amazed by the other party's appearance. No wonder she was wearing sunglasses all the time. It turned out to be the legendary Pojun Rakshasa.

A woman with the appearance of a Rakshasa who breaks the army, her eyebrows are as sharp as a sword, and she is charming and heroic. It is said that Hua Mulan, who joined the army in place of her father, has this kind of face.

"Have you ever heard of Phantom Pupils?" Lang Ying asked, staring at me.

"Psychic pupil, one of the top ten different pupils, hey, you actually..." Only then did I realize that the other party's pupils were actually pale gold.

"That's right, I'm Psychic Pupils, otherwise you think I'm full and willing to wear sunglasses every day?" While Lang Ying was speaking, her pupils shone with a strange golden light.

"Among the top ten different pupils, the yin and yang eyes can see all spirits, and the psychic pupil is said to be able to go back in time. Is it so magical?" I stared at Lang Ying's strange eyes.

"Sit cross-legged, stay calm, and stare into my eyes." Lang Ying moved across from me and sat cross-legged.

I sat down according to the request of the other party, staring at the pair of strange golden eyes, I was a little curious, the yin and yang eyes can be opened the day after tomorrow, but the psychic pupils are born, very rare.

"Slowly transfer your consciousness to the cursed right hand, and relax." Lang Ying stared into my eyes, with a hypnotic voice in her voice.

I feel that the pair of golden eyes are getting closer and closer in my line of sight, and I can't help but be addicted to them.

"Relax your defenses and think about your right hand..." Lang Ying's voice became more and more blurred, as if it came from far away.

I was in a daze, and had a strange dream. The scene in the dream was somewhat familiar, it was in that weird secret cave.

In front of me was the emerald Buddha statue, Abiya Buddha from the Khmer Dynasty. I sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue.

"Dahei Motian secret technique, I didn't expect the Buddha statue to hide this reincarnation secret technique. I finally found a way to lift the curse." I found that the voice in my mouth was extremely old.

As soon as the words fell, there was a tearing pain all over my body. I felt my soul float out and floated all the way to the top of the Buddha statue.

A bloody figure, sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, with dry and cracked skin all over his body, and an old face, is a thin old monk.

"I left part of the cursed soul on the Buddha statue, and finally I no longer suffer from the pain of molt."

There was a tearing pain in his body again, and then his soul floated up and flew towards the figure lying beside him, "Li Junmin, I have raised you for 16 years, it is time to repay the kindness of raising you."

"Hey, wake up, don't be obsessed with dreams, that's not you." A vague voice came from far away.

I slowly opened my eyes, my mind was still a little confused, a pretty face was dangling in my sight.

Seeing those golden eyes, I woke up a little bit, my thoughts were still a little messy, I reached out and rubbed my temples.

"My ability is limited, and the retrospective can only last for a short time. Is there any clue?" Lang Ying asked with concern.

"Let me think about it, the curse is related to the old monk in the story. He took away Li Junmin and is still alive." I recalled the scene in my dream.

"Are you sure? If it's really him, things will be tricky." Lang Ying looked worried.

"Most of what the couple said is true. If I'm not mistaken, his new identity is the mysterious Grandmaster Puzan." I sorted out the clues I found so far.

"An old monster that has lived for an unknown number of years, even thinking about it makes people feel horrible." Lang Ying muttered to herself.

I smiled wryly in my heart, most of the dust-laden secrets of the past have been solved, but the more I know, the heavier the psychological pressure.

"Don't worry about it so much, what about the curse in your hand?" Lang Ying frowned and stared at my hand.

"It's a bit troublesome. We've found the answer we want, let's leave here first." I think that maybe I have to trouble Zhen Qingyi about the curse.

Ignoring the persuasion of the old Litou and his wife, we rushed back to the county overnight. I called my second uncle in the car, and he scolded me, saying that I was too careless and not cautious enough.

Not long after, Zhen Qingyi called. He seemed to have just fallen asleep, and his voice was a little confused, "Second Uncle called just now, are you okay, come to my side first, let me check the situation first."

I explained a few words on the phone, hung up the phone, looked at Lang Ying with some embarrassment, and asked her to send me to Zhen Qingyi Villa first.

"Thank you for today's matter. If you hadn't stood in front of me, maybe I was the one who was cursed." Lang Ying held the steering wheel and thanked him sincerely.

"We are all friends, so thank you for everything." I smiled, looked out the car window at night, and lit a cigarette.

The dark green color of the right hand faded a lot, and I didn't feel any discomfort in my body. I thought this weird curse was nothing more than that.

At this moment, the right hand moved uncontrollably, reaching out to grab Lang Ying's arm beside him.

"What's going on, what's going on ahead?" Lang Ying stepped on the brakes and looked at me suspiciously.

"No, my right hand suddenly became uncontrollable." I looked embarrassed and wanted to withdraw my right hand desperately.

The right hand didn't know what was going on, it was completely out of the control of the central nervous system of the brain, and it went along Lang Ying's arm and touched upwards.

"Damn it, come back to me." I clenched my teeth, my face flushed red, I grabbed my wrist with my left hand, and pulled back my uncontrollable right hand.

"What an evil curse." Lang Ying said dryly, with an unnatural expression on his face, and silently tidied up his messy clothes.

"That...it happened suddenly, I didn't mean it." I held my throbbing right hand, wishing I could find a crack in the ground and get in.

"Wait, I seem to have heard the elders mention your situation." Lang Ying stared at my fidgeting right hand, as if thinking of something.

"What's going on, is there a way to control it?" I asked in a hurried tone.

"Your situation is a bit like the legendary possessed by a curse." Lang Ying said with a trace of uncertainty.

"Possession by a curse spirit?" I was at a loss for a while. Cursing is a mysterious field. As for the curse spirit, I have never heard of it.

"Sorry, I don't know much about curse spirits. I heard that people in Zhumen have a secret method to get rid of curse spirits." Lang Ying apologized.

"Zhumen... Please take out my mobile phone and make a call for me." I thought of that guy Fatty Wang, didn't he just get Zhumen's inheritance.

Fatty Wang must have fallen asleep, so it took him two calls to get through. I made an appointment with this guy at Zhen Qingyi's villa, and I ignored the bastard's muttering, and asked Lang Ying to hang up the phone.

"Please send me to my friend." I lay on the seat and held my right hand tightly to keep it from moving.

Lang Ying looked at my right hand worriedly, started the car, and drove towards the address I mentioned.

There was a light on in front of Zhen Qingyi's villa, and a pretty figure in a coat stood on the steps in front of the door, looking around in the night.

"Your girlfriend is pretty good." Lang Ying leaned the car against the side of the road and reached out to help me open the car door.

"What's wrong with your hand, who is this?" Zhen Qingyi walked over with a concerned face, first looked at my hand, and then at Lang Ying who got out of the car.

"I'm Lang Ying, you'd better check his hands first." Lang Ying closed the car door and stood aside.

A beam of light came from not far away, Fatty Wang's fat body, riding on a small motor, strolled towards this side.

"I said, what's the matter with you at night, I just fell asleep." Fatty Wang stopped the small electric motor in front of the door, and walked over muttering.

"Don't stand outside, go in first." Zhen Qingyi greeted, walked over and opened the door.

"You have epilepsy, why are your hands twitching?" Fatty Wang walked into the living room and looked at my hands strangely.

"You have epilepsy, so hurry up and think about how to get rid of the curse spirit." I glared at Fatty Wang, this standard dog's mouth can't spit out ivory.

"What is the curse spirit? Haven't you heard of it?" Fatty Wang was confused and reached out to pat his head.

My heart suddenly became cold, and I urged Fatty Wang unwillingly to think about it.

"I remembered, the elders in the family said that Zhumen's stand-in doll has a strong attraction to curse spirits, and can be used to drive away curse spirits." Lang Ying said suddenly.

"Let's say it earlier, this fat man can make stand-in dolls, but there is no material right now." Fatty Wang spread his hands helplessly.

"Whatever you need, make a list and I'll send someone over." Zhen Qingyi took out a pen and paper and handed it over.

"The last time you fought against that ghost weaving woman, did you use a stand-in doll, Fatty?" I asked Fatty Wang, staring at him.

"It's that thing. It's not difficult to make, but the materials are a bit expensive." Fatty Wang picked up a pen and wrote on the note.

(End of this chapter)