Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Patandulala was so depressed that he was about to complete the spell, but was interrupted by this woman's shot.

He said to Li Moer in broken Chinese: "You don't dare let me finish the spell. Are you afraid?"

Li Moer sneered: "I'm a beekeeper, how can I be afraid of you, an insect breeder? Are you kidding me? Come on, keep reading!"

Patandulala looked at Li Moer's face and didn't seem to be teasing him, so he started chanting the mantra again: "The bigger the chicken, the bigger the tail. The bigger the tail, the bigger the chicken.

The chicken says its tail is big, and the tail says the chicken is big.

Which is bigger, the chicken or the tail?"

While chanting the spell, he took out a small knife, cut his right middle finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and flicked his finger, and the drop of blood flew towards Li Moer's forehead.

However, when the drop of blood was about to hit Li Moer's eyebrows, it suddenly disappeared.

The curse that Patandulala cast was the very famous blood curse in black magic.

The blood curse is an extremely important ritual in many black magic techniques. In particular, the more powerful the black magic, the more powerful it is, the more it can exert its power through the execution of the blood curse. Therefore, there is an inseparable relationship between black magic and the blood curse.

It is precisely because the sorcerer needs to use his own blood and essence as a guide when casting a spell, so when his spell is broken, he will be counterattacked by the spell. A sorcerer with insufficient power is very likely to lose his spell or even his life. Even if the sorcerer has profound power, nine out of ten times he will be seriously injured by the backlash of the spell and must urgently find a hidden place to recuperate in order to escape the disaster of losing his spell.

Therefore, blood curses are usually performed without consequence; however, once performed, blood will be drawn. Unless there's a deep vendetta, a typical sorcerer wouldn't use a blood curse lightly, lest they damage their vital energy. The technique is simple: the sorcerer cuts their right middle finger with a clean blade and squeezes a drop of blood onto the object being cursed. Combined with an incantation, this increases the potency of the curse! This method of enhancing spells with a blood curse is very similar to the Tibetan Bon religion, leading some to believe that black magic originated from Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and spread to Southeast Asia, where it evolved into a mysterious and mysterious practice.

Patandulala chanted the mantra with a frown on his face. He had clearly ejected his own blood and essence, so how could it disappear?

Unwilling to give up, he cut his finger again. This time, in a hurry, the cut was a bit bigger, and blood dripped onto the ground like it was free. Patandulala muttered, "Shit, I hit a blood vessel."

At this time, he didn't care whether he had touched the blood vessels or not. He flicked his fingers repeatedly, but not a drop of blood came out.

Patandulala was stunned and looked at his hands quickly. He saw that all the blood on his hands had fallen to the ground and then disappeared inexplicably.

Patandulala was speechless, his mind screaming, "My mind is broken! Is my blood a ginseng fruit? How can it disappear when it falls to the ground?"

Li Moer knew that his blood must be poisonous. Gu masters have relied on Gu since childhood. Those poisonous insects go in and out of their bodies, making their bodies immune to all poisons.

His blood could not pollute the land, so she put all his blood into a glass bottle and buried it deep in the ground.

Li Moer said: "You have already made your move, is it my turn now?"

Before Patandulala could answer, she moved her mind and a wolf appeared beside Li Moer: "Oh, this wolf is too slow to bite you, let's switch to another one."

Then a large clouded leopard appeared beside her: "Oh, this little guy is not yet an adult, why are you joining in the fun? Go back."

After returning the Big Bay Clouded Leopard to the space, a blind bear appeared in front of her: "You won't kill him with one slap, will you? Go back and get another one."

Patandulala was completely dumbfounded. "Didn't you say you were a beekeeper?" "What's with all this stuff? Summoning?" China is truly a land of hidden talents. No wonder that slutty Master fled to Southeast Asia to escape her enemies. My carelessness is enough to end my life!

Seeing that the blind bear had turned into a Siberian tiger, Patandulala gave up resistance because he had lost too much blood and his vision was black.