Uncle Zheng said: "This is the nine dead soul, is the young master's master personally painted, this array of Fa can absorb the yin and yang around the yin and yang, the cloud temperature to raise the young master's soul, the sun temperature to raise the young master's body."After a year of warm breeding in this Fa, I will go to you again, I will meet with you, and I will return once every seven days, and my soul will enter the warm nourishment of the body, so that I will not die because my soul has been away for too long.”

No wonder he leaves every seven days, when he comes back to his soul.

I asked, “Who is his master?”Why do you know me?”

"The young master's master is a high man, and I don't understand why he knows you, but you are the only hope for the young master to come back to life."Uncle Zheng turned to look at me.

I gently threw Zhou Yuhao in my arms into the air, and he drifted back into his body.

Uncle Zheng's face was full of anger: "In order to protect the young master, I forged his tomb, that is, the one in the mountain city, and then hid it here, I did not expect that last night, it was actually Zhou Yuzheng, that is, the second brother of the young master found here, he killed me the guard arranged here, and pulled out the young master's ventilator."Fortunately, I found out in time that the young master did not lose his breath, but he broke the law of formation."

On the ground next to the ventilator, a spell was destroyed by the footprints and became a bright red lump.

I pulled out my breath and said, “Is there any way to fix it?”

Uncle Zheng was full of sadness: "Once the law is broken, the resurrection ceremony will fail."

My chest was cold, as if in ice water.

I grabbed Uncle Zheng’s arm and said, “Isn’t there a way to remedy it?”

Uncle Zheng bowed his head and said nothing.

I jumped in front of Zhou Yuhao a few steps, held his hand tightly, and tears suddenly flowed down: "Yu Hao, you said you would accompany me to ski in Switzerland, I will never let you break your word."

I found the book left by my grandmother from the bag, turned out the mantra, and on the last page of the book was the nine dead.

This method must be more than four products to be able to paint, and if the following four products are barely painted, it will be a strong risk of death.

I can't handle so much, from the bag to take out the wolf pen left by my grandmother, the book said, the battle must be with the eight characters of the blood painting, I looked at the time, just 12:30 in the morning, not yet passed.

My blood, it is the extremely cathode blood, I bit through the tip of the tongue, with a wolf pen dipped in the tip of the tongue blood, began to draw the line, I did my best, the whole body of the spirit are gathered on the tip of the pen.

Usually I draw characters, very smooth, but when painting this set, each stroke is very difficult, as if life has been drained out of the general.

But I still held on, biting my teeth out of the blood.

I don't know how terrible I am at this time, my face is very white, my cheeks are hollowed down, and there are thick black circles under my eyes, like a corpse that has just climbed out of the grave.

Uncle Zheng could not see it anymore and persuaded, “Ms. Jiang, forget it, even if you draw a good battle, the ceremony has failed, the young master can’t live, why should you take your own life?”

I was deaf, continued to draw, painting to the end, I even stood unsteady, dazzling, at any time will fall.

But I can't fall, and once I fall, I can't get up again.

I felt that I had run out of oil, even the pen was unstable, suddenly, the forehead was hot, the body seemed to be injected with a force, I felt the spirit of a little, the pen is also a few points, strong to finish the last, I stood up, staggered two steps back, and then pulled out, fell down.

The nine dead souls suddenly lit up a faint golden light, absorbing the foulness around them, and warming Zhou Yuhao's soul.

I succeeded, I painted successfully.

Uncle Zheng helped me sit down in the chair, I touched my forehead and asked, “Uncle Zheng, is there anything on my forehead?”

Uncle Zheng shook his head strangely, and I asked again, “Did anything appear on my forehead when I was just drawing?”

Uncle Zheng said, "You always have your back on me when you draw the letter."

I didn't ask any more, I looked up at Zhou Yuhao, his face was much better, his breathing was stable, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, the door of the villa was smashed open, a shadow flew in, fell on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and laughed: "Uncle, your hand is really heavy, you are so hard, just to kill your own son?"

The man in black trench coat strode in, and at a glance, he saw Zhou Yuhao in the hospital bed, his eyes flashed with an inscrutable, but then showed a little decision, striding toward Zhou Yuhao.

Uncle Zheng stood in front of him and said, “Sir, do you really want to kill him, but your son, just for the sake of an old Daoist’s buffoon 20 years ago, you are going to put him to death?”

The man in black windbreaker said with a hard heart, "My son was dead a year ago, and I'm just going to end his suffering."

After that, he slapped Uncle Zheng in the chest, even flew out of Zheng, passed through the entire living room, broke the window glass, and fell out of the house.

As soon as I got up and stood in front of him, I gritted my teeth and said, "He's mine now, and if you dare to snatch him, I'll fight with you."

The man in black windbreaker even said disdainfully to me, just intending to do it to me, my forehead burned again, he staggered, staring at my forehead, some doubt.

I saw the shadow reflected in the windowpane, and a small golden light lit on my forehead, and I couldn’t see what it was.

Just as I was in a standoff with him, I suddenly heard a Buddha number, and a familiar figure walked in quickly.

I was surprised: “Master of Faith!”

Master Dexin was still wearing that white-washed robe, and his hands were folded: "Zhou Yunmu to the Lord, do not be obstinate."

The black man in the windbreaker looked up at him and said, “Who are you?”

"I am the master of Yu Hao."He said plainly.

What?

I was embarrassed, is he the master of Zhou Yuhao?Did he always help me, just for the sake of Zhou Yuhao?

Zhou Yun Mu sneered, “You demonic monk, actually use my son’s demonic law, I will walk for heaven today and get rid of you!”

He was about to do it when he heard another roar: “The beast!”

He moved a meal, only to see a crane hair child, the tall old man came in, his face changed, bowed his head: "Father."

“The mouth!”The old man exaspered and said, "I don't have a son like you!"Just because an old Daoist said 20 years ago that this child will kill you, so many years, you don't care about him, even if you don't care about him, you will actually kill him!You are crazy!How did my family get out of your way!”

"Father, listen to me."As soon as Zhou Yunmu wanted to speak, he was interrupted by the old man, “Shut up, get out of here for me!”

He looked at him and turned around and walked outside.

“Stand still.”The old man said, "Go back and take good care of your second son, our Zhou family has lasted for thousands of years, there has never been a matter of fraternity, if I let me find out what little action he has, I will personally use the family law."

When he heard the law of the family, Zhou Yunyu's face was blue and said, "I know, father."

After Zhou Yun left, the old man seemed to be ten years old at once, and said to Master Dexin, "The house is unfortunate, let you see the joke."

Dexin said: "Zhou Yunmu to the Lord is too persistent, has entered the magic barrier, if not enlightened, so that sooner or later will go into the devil."

The old man sighed, “I didn’t teach him well.”I'm sorry Yu Hao."

I couldn't help but shout, "Master Dexin."

Dexin saluted me: "Meet me again, female beneficiation."

I also wanted to open my mouth, and Desin said, "I know that the female giver has many questions to ask, but let me see my apprentice first."

Mr. Zhou pointed out that Uncle Zheng took other unrelated people out, Wang Le did not want to go, and was dragged away by Uncle Zheng in the name of healing.

Dexin walked into the formation method and stepped on the plot, but left no trace.

His body suddenly exuded an amazing momentum, jerking, and nodded a few points on Zhou Yuhao's body, and then patted his chest and rippled a golden Buddha light.