Stuart was tired and hungry.

From the city of forty-nine to Chengdu this way, he did not dare to relax, that is, to the pharmacy, and we touched it, he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

I carried the old man just up the stairs, the collision of the dishes in the living room sounded, looking back, Stuart was eating the dishes on the table, and did not like it was a cold leftover, eating more than anyone.

Back in the house, the old man did not have more ink with me, let me sit cross-legged on the bed, and directly began to teach me.

"In fact, the manipulation of evil, mainly by the heart, the other kung fu is secondary, you know?" 」Grandpa told me a serious, expression is very serious, does not seem to be joking with me.

“With heart?”I said, “What’s the matter?”

"What you think in your heart, they will do as you think."The old man smiled, “But one thing I have to remind you is that evil people are thinking things, and when you order them, you must also pay attention to their reactions, if there is a situation that resists your orders...”

At this point, the old man was silent for two seconds, shaking his head: "At that time, you have to pay attention, either the evil son is aware of the danger, let you not do so, you command them to do things very unreliable, or you are too fierce to fall the evil son, too fierce, do not obey you as the master."

“Sir, that’s what you said... the way to manipulate evil people?”I laughed reluctantly and asked tentatively, “Is there any way to make evil sons like arms, and by the way, increase their fighting power?”

“Increased combat effectiveness?”The old man frowned: "I have not heard of this method, only know that the evil son can practice on his own, just like those animals in the northeast who can practice, so that the more powerful the submissive of the fallen son, the stronger the gas in the body, the greater the power that the evil can show."

I nodded, remembering my grandfather’s words.

“The greater the power of the evil son, the stronger its self-consciousness, and if the situation is so grave that it is irreparable, the evil son will eat back to the master.”The old man whispered, "If at that time, you don't have to hesitate to break the body and dig out the evil bastard buried in your body."

“Such a simple one?” he asked, not thinking that the solution the old man had said would be this.

"It's not easy for me."The old man said, glancing at me: "But for you, it's very simple."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but stand for a few seconds, subconsciously asking, why is it simple for me?

"Because you have body clams, I have not."The old man sighed: "Since the day of planting the evil son, those things have become one with your body, not only connected with flesh and blood so simple, they are active, the more you want them to leave your body, the tighter they will attach..."

He raised his hand and pointed to his shoulder.

"If you want to dig them out of the flesh, you must cut the flesh and shaved the bones, you think, if you don't have the body to protect you, do you dare to do this?" 」

When I heard my grandfather say this, I shook my head and said I did not dare.

“Yes, I almost forgot that there is only one problem I have the most headache right now...” I whispered, “How do I call out the evil ones?

“I remember I didn’t teach you, did I?”The old man tempted to ask me, see me nod, he umciturned, the expression is complex, read the words: "Because I think it is too early to teach you these, you are not yet time, I did not expect you to progress so fast..."

"I didn't think of it either."I laughed bitterly, "I used your seedlings to promote the method, but the evil son was called out, but it was only a one-time, I don't know how to call out the second time."

After saying this, I thought about it a little and asked, “Do you need to practice a curse?”

"Are you stupid?"Did you see me chanting curses when I called the wicked son out?”The old man looked at me blankly and said, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you call the evil son once, let the evil son be gasified from you to become an entity, then everything will become simple."

When the old man said this, he couldn't help but laugh, and his eyes were full of relief.

"The hardest part, you've already passed."

“What do you mean, can I call out the wicked?” he asked, excited.

The old man nodded, it was not like joking with me, gently squeezed my right wrist, and asked me: "The evil son buried in the vein door is the easiest to be perceived by yourself, you close your eyes, breathe deeply, and try what you can see."

When I heard my grandfather’s words, I didn’t think much of it, and I closed my eyes and felt it carefully.

“Did you see anything?”

“I have seen it.”

“What did you see?”

“You can’t see anything.”

“Hush.”

In the back of the head, I was slapped by the old man, I couldn't help it, covered my head and opened my eyes, and looked at the old man aggrieved and helplessly: "Lord, you are still really an old knife..."

"If the old man is not old, I will cut the knife to death . . . . forget that I want to be calm ..." The old man scolded me, while doing a deep breath, constantly self-comfort, as if in the heart of the strong to endure the death of relatives, hard squeezed out a smile.

“Close your eyes, take a deep breath, but don’t really close it, that’s the kind... you keep that way you can see inside your eyelids, you know?”

When I saw that my grandfather was really going to be angry, I quickly closed my eyes and slowly felt it according to his prompt.

I have to say, this time I closed my eyes... I was surprised to have a new discovery!

In the darkness of the five fingers, I could see some green, some blue... they were entangled with soft lines.

These radiant lines are as thick as chopsticks and entangled in order with each other, as if they were maintaining a special shape.

Keep your eyes closed, and take a closer look.

These lines seem to be fused together, entangled, forming an arm... this is my arm?!

I see the light! so many lines!

Hearing my words, the old man’s voice sounded, and the tone was full of excitement.

"Yes, those are the things, you look closely, there's a black spot on your veins."

I uh up, bowed my head, and looked silently.

Soon I found the black spot that my grandfather said, of course, the black thing was not a point, and the child's fist was so big, like a burning black flame.

I reported everything I saw to my grandfather, but the answer he gave me was a little surprised.

“How can it be a fire...it must be a black dot so big of soybeans...like a mole...” The old man muttered, and in the tone there was only doubt in the tone.

After a while, the old man did not tangle again, and turned to me.

"Strengthen your head, clenched your fist, and tighten the muscle of the small arm, which you have to do the first time, it will be a little easier, and you won't have to be familiar with it."

I nodded, followed the old man's prompt, clenched my fist, and tightened my muscles.

In the process, I found that the lines that emit soft light suddenly had some changes.

Just in this piece of my taut muscles, the entangled lines, whose brightness became unpremuous, grew higher, and the clump was on the door of my veins, and the blazing black flame trembled coldly.

Like someone shaking the flame, the shaking is very large.

After about half a minute, I felt the whole arm sore up, as if the muscles began to twitch, the part of the veins, there is also an inexplicable tingling feeling.

“Open your eyes, but don’t relax, concentrate, and don’t spread the breath on your arms...”

I nodded and opened my eyes carefully, and in the process, the muscles of my arm were still tight, and I did not dare to relax.

When I opened my eyes, there was already a mouth like a weapon cut out of my door.

Many black mucus with a rotten smell, gathered into a group, is surging out...