Reborn from the ashes: Deadly Concubine

Chapter 285 Women's War: Weird Witchcraft
Zhuo Zhuo took a deep breath and sat back in front of the white silk.The conspicuous black lines on the snow-white silk cloth outline a mysterious witch formation.The distinct black and white, as if passing through the most beautiful treasure in the world.Zhuo Zhuo couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently touched every black line, the line drawn by her own hands.

These shamanic formation diagrams have been underground for at least a few hundred years. In other words, the Longqiu in the dream is not Longqiuyue, because that man has only been dead for 23 years.But if it wasn't Long Qiuyue, who would it be?The wizard who was hunted down by the wizards of the Xia Kingdom, who knows fairy art, has terrible memories, but also sweet memories. Most importantly, why can she see it?

Or is it really Long Qiuyue, or are these silk cloths perishable due to magic?After all, they were sent underground by the man's magic, who knows what could happen?
"Sister Zhuo Zhuo, everything is done."

When Wen Sheng came back, Zhuo Zhuo's eyes suddenly became sharp, this kind of brightness was like a hungry wolf seeing a little sheep, and Wen Sheng couldn't help but retreat.

"Zhuo... Sister Zhuo Zhuo..."

Zhuo Zhuo laughed wickedly, and pointed to the black lines on the white silk with his fair and slender fingers: "Wen Sheng, stand on it."

Wen Sheng swallowed, his hands were trembling: "Boss Ah Hu brought back the map of the witch array, right?"

"Wensheng, no matter what it is, you have to stand up. Stop talking nonsense, come here quickly."

Wen Sheng swallowed again, even though his legs seemed to be filled with lead, he still moved over step by step.Zhuo Zhuo waited impatiently for him to move forward quickly, grabbed him and dragged him onto the white silk.

Wen Sheng could only stand on it, with the expression on his face as if he was stepping on cow dung.This metaphor may not be appropriate, but he does have the expression of stepping on shit.

Zhuo Zhuo breathed repeatedly, God knows how hard her heart is beating now.I don't know what kind of witchcraft, I don't know if it can drive this witch formation.

Zhuo Zhuo closed her eyes, no matter what, she had such a strong desire to launch this witchcraft, so it should be successful, right?God, please help me, let me drive the witch formation, let me experience the power of this witchcraft!

Zhuo Zhuo's hands slapped the white silk hard, because of too much force, the palms were numb and painful.And at the same time as she dropped her palm, Wensheng screamed again, the scream could pierce the thick roof of the palace, approaching the sky dyed red by the setting sun.

However, nothing happened.

Wen Sheng screamed for a long time, but found that there was no movement, so he stopped screaming.He carefully looked at Zhuo Zhuo, who opened his eyes, very unwillingly.

"Sister Zhuo Zhuo, isn't this witchcraft that makes people scream?"

Zhuo Zhuo really couldn't laugh or cry, she glared at Wen Sheng: "Don't talk nonsense, listen carefully, don't scream this time."

Wen Sheng covered his mouth and nodded, Zhuo Zhuo began to relax again.

God, God, I want to drive the Wuzhen so much, please let me do what I want.Please, whoever it is, I want to drive the witch formation, I want to see witchcraft.

Zhuo Zhuo clapped his hands again, and with the sound of his palms hitting the white silk, Wen Sheng also closed his eyes tightly in fright.

However, nothing happened.

Zhuo Zhuo was so disappointed that he sat on the ground, his eyes filled with tears.She really wants to know what this witchcraft is, but she can't even activate the witchcraft.It's not that you don't have enough physical strength, but that you can't drive at all.

Why not?Isn't she a genius?

Wen Sheng kept his eyes tightly closed, but there was no movement around. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that he would find himself floating in mid-air or posing in some weird posture.But it shouldn't be too scary to feel nothing for such a long time, right?

He opened one eye first and found that he was not floating, then he opened both eyes completely and looked at Zhuo Zhuo, but what he saw was Zhuo Zhuo's disappointed expression.

Sister Zhuo Zhuo couldn't drive the Wuzhen, she must be very disappointed... However, he was a little bit convenient, and after being frightened twice, he couldn't hold back anymore.Wen Sheng couldn't help crossing his legs, although he was anxious, he didn't dare to speak loudly, begging for mercy and asked: "Sister Zhuo Zhuo, can I go out for a while?"

Zhuo Zhuo raised his eyes to Wen Sheng, and saw that he was obviously suffocated but did not dare to move, so he burst out laughing, and all the disappointment disappeared.

"You brat, let's go."

Wen Sheng ran away, leaving Zhuo Zhuo staring at the white silk in front of him.what happened?

All the witchcraft that I have learned in the past, if I want to use it on someone, I need that person to stand on the map of the witchcraft.Is the effect of this witchcraft not applicable to people but to objects?
Zhuo Zhuo hurriedly tore off a strand of his hair and put it on the white silk, but it still didn't work.Then she changed all kinds of things, such as cups, jewelry, clothes, and even tables, chairs and benches, but the result was the same.

Nothing happened.

Zhuo Zhuo sighed lightly, only to find a maid standing at the door with a tray in her hand.Seeing Zhuo Zhuo looking at her, he dared to speak: "Zhuo Zhuo, drink some water."

She came and sat down, placing the tray on the rug.Zhuo Zhuo took a sip of water, then looked at the maid again: "Lulu hasn't come back yet?"

"Well, I didn't see her."

Zhuo Zhuo looked outside again, blackness had already penetrated the door, has it been too long?

Zhuo Zhuo stood up, put on her cloak and walked to the pillar. She looked outside, and all she saw was the darkness and occasional passing guards and attendants holding torches.

The frown became tighter and tighter, and Wen Sheng came back at this time, seeing Zhuo Zhuo's expression, he thought she was sad about practicing witchcraft.Trotting over, Wen Sheng flattered: "Sister Zhuo Zhuo, don't be sad, the darkness will always pass, when the sun rises tomorrow, maybe you will succeed all at once?"

"I'm just worried that I won't be able to see Lulu until sunrise tomorrow."

Wen Sheng paused: "By the way, where did that girl Lulu go?!"

Wen Sheng looked around, but Zhuo Zhuo's brows were already wrinkled into hills.An hour passed like this, few torches could be seen outside, Zhuo Zhuo and Wen Sheng could no longer hold their breath.

"You go and inform Master Guang Sai, and ask him to help find Lulu. Wen Sheng, you and me, we will go find it first."

After Zhuo Zhuo explained to the maid, he took Wen Sheng down the steps together.

Early winter, cold nights.In the silent and dark world, there is no trace of temperature. Even if the snow reflects the moonlight, what comes out is cold.It was so cold that Zhuo Zhuo couldn't help shivering.She hates winter, and it seems that all tragedies happen in this season.

The faster Zhuo Zhuo walked, the more anxious he became.She and Wen Sheng called Lulu's name, but the voice seemed to be frozen by the cold, and fell on the silent snowdrift, turning into the same cold and fine dust, and there was no trace anymore...

(End of this chapter)