Compared with my own learning ability, my memory is slightly less than my own, at most only better than ordinary people.

But the good thing is that there is a "template" to borrow my reference, I really can't remember the structure of the character, and I can draw it against the template.

There are a lot of strokes of this character, and it takes about a minute to draw from the beginning to the end.

Seeing me raise the tip of the pen, just enough to run out of ink in the brush, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

"It's good."The old man smiled and said, "The character is ugly, but it can be used."

“Lord, what are you going to do next?”I put the brush aside and wiped the hot sweat on my forehead.

Don't look at the painting character this job is very easy, to be honest, this is a physical job.

You have to be asked to concentrate on God’s character, and you have to be asked to do it in one go.

The magic in the middle, the totem on the edge...

Each individual pattern must be painted in one breath, and the pen cannot be changed at all.

It took only a minute or so to draw this character, but every second was extremely long, and when I stopped, I only felt that the muscles of my arms were beginning to sour, and the palms were trembling.

“Shut the mouth in the palm of your hand.”The old man said, hand me the knife.

“How long?”I asked.

The old man compared to a stroke, probably means across the whole palm, but do not have to be too deep, see the blood on the line.

I’m afraid of the pain, but I can’t drop the chain.

I gritted my teeth, boldly picked up the dagger, and strung across the palm of my hand...

“Separate the five fingers and lay the wound on the spell in the middle.”The old man ordered that he would throw the hair of the five blessings into the formation.

I licked my hand down with the pain.

"I'll read the curse again, you remember."

As soon as the voice fell, the old man lowered his voice and whispered with me.

When he finished the spell, he asked me, remember?

I nodded, not speaking, but the confidence on my face had given the answer.

“Oh . . . .

Perhaps the effect of the lock toad nails will be exhausted, with the more and more severe the trembling of the five blessings, the two copper nails nails nailed into its head have all come out of the brush.

Of course, it can also be said that it was "crowded" out of it.

The movement of the copper nails out of the way was very slow, and only squeezed out a little bit of it every second, but this change, which was visible to the naked eye, really scared me.

"Take off and land!" the old man couldn't help but urge: "You look at a bullshit?!

Seeing that the old man was in such a hurry, I did not dare to grind, and the palm of the blood flowed into the fall spell, and slowly chanted according to the spells taught me by the old man.

“The sky is scared, the earth is scared.”

“Black and white, glare, cow-headed horse, welcome people into the hall.”

"Three souls go, seven thorns, the prisoners kill and rob, when the cu (cu) light."

I don’t know if it was my illusion or if it really changed.

When I read here, the temperature around me began to drop rapidly, and just now I was trembling, trying to pull out the five blessings of copper nails, and suddenly called out.

Really, the sound of that thing is similar to that of a living person, just to be hoarse.

“Hush...”

There was another sound like the nails streaking across the blackboard, and the life clothes worn by Wufuyu were also bulging.

Not all of them, like inflating, but there are many raised places, like something in it that holds up a birthday coat.

"It's going to be!" the old man stared at his eyes, as if he was excited, and his fists were clenched: "Continue!

I did not dare to slack off, and I hurried to read.

"Smell the teacher, kill as a sword."

“As I have seen, the cause and effect of evil debt is reported to this life.”

"I think, five ghosts stand up to ten spears in the town."

“A thousand swords and a thousand swords shall not be left.”

With a slamming sound, on the right shoulder of the five blessedes, a slender hole appeared, looking at the same as being poked out by a knife.

Not only has the garments been significantly damaged, but the flesh of the five blessings should also be substantially damaged.

There was a lot of stenipous black water in that hole, and for the five blessed, these liquids should be what it had in its body.

“The blood.”

Without waiting for it to stop the bleeding, it was a series of slamming and slamming, and the life jacket continued to blow out many holes.

A rough number, the hole in the body is not said to be seventeen or eighteen.

Thinking of the words my grandfather told me, and then looking at the scene of the black water, I just felt that my body was a little unstoppable trembling.

According to legend, in the 18th level of hell, there is a layer of hell, called the Knife Mountain.

This level of hell is dedicated to punishing those who kill sinners in the sun.

Whether it is killing or killing animals, as long as it is a person who slaughters the living, he will fall into the sword mountain hell.

The ghost sent to order the soul of the sinner to take off his clothes, naked, naked, and climb the sword mountain, and experience the looting of the broken flesh...

The fall of the knife in the eighteen-door operation of the Shen family is also a wonderful work with the punishment of this level of hell.

With the power of spells, communication with the underground filfish brings in the underworld, and then converts the pussy into hypotheurism.

When the target is rushed by these air, there will be no reaction at first, but after a while, these extremely "sharp" degassing will break the man's body and drill out.

Breaking the hole left behind in the flesh is like the scar caused by the stab and stab.

Like those ghosts suffering from the sword mountain in hell, the flesh of the target person will be broken and miserable.

“Oh, my hands.”The old man suddenly opened his mouth, as if to remind him.

As soon as I heard this, I looked down.

The hand that I used to hold down the eye, the surface of the skin has appeared like a black thread of the cobweb, and an indescribable tingling sensation spread from my palm.

At the time, I only felt my nose moist for a while, and it felt like a nose bleed.

When I raised my hand and wiped it twice, I found that it was not blood that came out of my nose, but the black water that came out of the five blessings.

“Lord, what am I here...”

I clenched my teeth, and though I was afraid, I still didn’t lift my hand that held my eyes down.

"Go back, it's a counter-eating."The old man answered very calmly, looking at me, there is some pain in his eyes, but more is gratifying: "Nothing big, go back to a few days to rest, rest assured, there are fallen evil to help you hold, you can't die."

I shook my head hard, and the scene in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and I looked at it with a heavy shadow.

"A little dizzy."I said, the expression is very ugly: "Lord, how long will this last?"

“A few days.”Grandpa sighed, "I can help you slow down these ate first, but there are certain side effects, and when you go back, you may need to rest for a longer time."

“It doesn’t matter.”I gritted my teeth: "Wang Shenghai is still in the woods, if I always do this, maybe I'll have to drag your hind legs."

The old man sighed, did not speak, pulled out a knife in his pocket, and gently scratched my back neck.

Before I could feel the pain, he took out a dark black powder and covered it.

I have to say, the old man is extraordinary.

Just after giving me the medicine, those symptoms of hypothimous reaction began to reduce, and the whole person felt much refreshed.

When I felt this change in detail, I only heard a smug, and the five blessings that were all over the black water suddenly fell down.

The two copper nails inserted in the head of the five blessings fell out, and they rolled to one side silently.

“It has become!”I looked at the old man with ecstasy and said, “Five blessings have fallen!”

“I have seen it.”The old man smiled, reached out his hand, and patted me on the shoulder with great relief: "Your boy is a kind of Shen family, hard to get it!"

"That's sure!You have to teach...”

Before I could finish my words, my grandfather’s face changed a little, his brows and turned around, and looked at his eyes in the distant woods.

“That old dog day seems to be moving... whether you want to run or try to attack...” The old man muttered.

“Take care of him.”I pulled my hand back from the ground and rubbed my shoulders: “Come on!Let’s go and he will!”