Weird Talker

Boss Zhao was in a daze.

For the first time in all these years, he saw such a ferocious expression on the face of his native farmer father.

Old man Zhao's tone was so fierce that Boss Zhao obeyed his orders subconsciously.

Enduring his nausea, he squatted on the ground with the index finger that old man Zhao handed over.

"How to draw?"

Old man Zhao pinched his severed finger that was still bleeding, his swarthy face turned paler, and there was a pile of sweat on his forehead. Hearing this, he resisted the pain and shivered and said:
"First... first draw a circle, it should be big."

Boss Zhao picked up his finger, the weird and disgusting feeling made his scalp tingle, but the current atmosphere forced him to continue.

The space in this kitchen is neither big nor small, and the diameter of the largest circle must be at least three meters.

However, just as he drew a third of a circle with the severed finger, he had to stop.

"Damn old man, there is no blood!"

Boss Zhao said.

Old man Zhao's face was so pale that it was ugly. He gritted his teeth and squatted on the ground. This was the first time he did such a thing. He didn't know what to do. He thought he could let his son do it for him.

Now it seems that it still doesn't work.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it myself..."

The old man Zhao let go of the severed finger that was tightly pinched, and the blood spurted out again in an instant.

His face turned pale, he squatted down sweating profusely, and pressed the severed finger to the ground. A sharp pain almost made him pass out.

But he has no choice, this is the only way, God...

The old man Zhao prayed in his heart, he was ruthless, and drew a picture on the ground with the wound, grinning his teeth in pain, but he did draw a big circle very quickly.

His severed finger was also rotted away, and the phalanges at the end of his palm were white, making one feel chills in the bottom of his heart.

Boss Zhao also took a step back subconsciously.

He looked left and right, especially paying attention to whether the walls of his home had changed, such as bleeding again, and his arms coming out again.

Fortunately, all the weirdness seems to be concentrated on the things that old man Zhao drew.

After drawing a big circle, old man Zhao almost fainted, but he resisted and continued to draw, only to see that he drew a long strip like a flower bud in the middle of the circle, and then drew a long horizontal one The strip-shaped obelisk directly penetrates the flower bud.

After doing all this, old man Zhao's eyes went dark and he fell into the pattern.

Boss Zhao hurried up to help him up from the ground: "Hello? Dead old man? Are you still alive?"

Among the people who pinched old man Zhao, he shouted loudly.

Old man Zhao woke up faintly, and as soon as he regained consciousness, he said impatiently: "Quick... quickly put your finger in..."

"Your one?"

"Quick!"

The old man Zhao struggled, his voice was a little sharp and distorted because of anxiety.

Boss Zhao didn't continue to argue with him at this time, and quickly threw the broken finger that was cut off at the flower bud in the middle of the circle.

Seeing this, old man Zhao quickly read:

"[Wet the fetal eggs, kill them to live.]

[Cutting off the fetus and removing the bones is a deep Prajna. 】

[The evil karma created will end here. 】

[Recite my real name, and I will attain Nirvana. 】”

Boss Zhao has just seen this thing, how could he not know that it is the words written on that piece of paper?

But what kind of spell does this thing seem to be?
At this time, there was only a loud bang on the door.

A gust of wind broke in from outside the yard and crashed into the house in an instant.

Boss Zhao was so frightened that his scalp was numb, and he shrank straight in the corner of the kitchen, not daring to move.

Although he didn't see anything, his body clearly sensed that there was something extra in the kitchen.

What is it?

What the hell did this old man do?
The old man Zhao's face was also startled and frightened. He was shaking all over. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, and he said tremblingly:
"Please...please send him...send him back..."

In the dead kitchen, Boss Zhao and Old Man Zhao were silent, and the finger was circling strangely in the pattern drawn with blood on the ground.

Under the horrified eyes of the two, the finger turned faster and faster, faster and faster!
The chill in the kitchen became more and more terrifying, almost to the point where it was unbearable.

Old man Zhao is also thirsty. He doesn’t know if it can be done. This is also something given by Baigu. According to Baigu, only believers whose names are registered in the register can set up the magic circle and call the apostles of God to help Believers solve problems.

Since it is to solve the problem... Then the problem of "Guanyin" being born early, should also be handed over to the apostles of God to solve it?

It might work?

Old man Zhao has no idea.

This time, the moment the crazily spinning severed finger stopped, the ground seemed to soften, slowly engulfing the severed finger.

Old man Zhao's eyes were wide open, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief after being frightened.

According to what Baigu said, this phenomenon means that the "God's Apostle" has accepted the request!

"call……"

A gust of wind dissipated, and the extremely depressing atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly relaxed, and the father and son sat down on the ground in an instant.

Boss Zhao gasped for breath, his face extremely ugly: "What the hell did you do?"

The old man Zhao was leaning against the wall, sweating profusely, but now he smiled: "It succeeded, it really succeeded..."

"Can you fucking hear me? I asked what the hell you did?!" Boss Zhao couldn't bear it any longer, even if it was his father, he was going to do it.

"I'm saving this village!"

Old man Zhao also had red eyes, the only difference was that his red eyes were not full of anger, but a large part of them were fanaticism.

If it is said that the miracles demonstrated by Baigu just made him half-believed, joining the God Sect was more just to get funding from the Baishi Group.

Now...he has completely believed it.

"Tomorrow you bring some people to find a way to repair the road out of the village."

"doing what?"

Boss Zhao still had anger in his chest, but he was able to listen to his words.

Old man Zhao pointed upwards: "Go upstream, Baigu is going to inspect the reservoir in the next few days, I must go see him..."

"Also..." Old man Zhao's complexion improved a little, from pale to bloody, "The couple who came to the village today will arrest the man immediately at dawn tomorrow."

Boss Zhao stared at his father, his doubts were still unanswered: "Why?"

"That man..." Old man Zhao was silent for a moment, and the expression on his face became extremely strange, as if he had lost his soul, and seemed to be possessed by a demon, "He will steal our treasure..."

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Qin Manjiang had a dream.

In the dream, a woman whose face could not be seen was standing in front of him, as if she was waving at him.

"who are you?"

Qin Manjiang asked.

"who are you?"

The other party still didn't answer.

He rushed over, approached her, and stretched out his hand to fan the fog in front of him vigorously.

The woman's face finally became clearer, but it was still not very clear.

"Hello? I seem to know you?"

Qin Manjiang asked suspiciously in his dream.

At this time, the woman standing in the mist made a sound for the first time:

"You... the third time."