Your ghost-catching pose is perfect

Jiang Peng drove an old Ford borrowed from his grandfather, and drove Jiang Xunli back to the urban-rural fringe area where accidents frequently occurred.

Jiang Xunli sat on the back seat of the car in order to prevent the seat belt from hitting the wound on his right shoulder, holding the marked map left by Zhang Chuan, and checked it with the mobile phone navigation.

This place is located at the foot of the mountain in the northern suburbs of Yan City, and not far to the north is the scenic spot that Jiang Xunli and Jiang Peng visited yesterday.But the terrain here has been flattened, and the whole town does not have much ups and downs, and because Yan City has moved factories and live poultry and livestock outside the city in recent years, the living environment here is also very simple, and most of the surrounding areas are Residential area, plus a few clean commercial areas.

Such an environment should not be able to produce such a vicious ghost.

"Turn left ahead, I'll go to see that neighborhood again." Jiang Xunli ordered Jiang Peng to take him around again.

The map in his hand has been divided into many irregular blocks by dozens of curves, and numbers and gossip directions are also marked on it.Jiang Xunli expanded the range of the array a bit, in order to cover the range of activities of this ghost as much as possible.

The center of this high-risk area is in the middle of Liusi Road, the place where the child had an accident, Jiang Xunli has already taken a good look at the location of the formation.

After going around again, Jiang Xunli withdrew his spiritual power, closed his eyes and exhaled, "Thank you."

Jiang Peng: "Where are you going now?"

"There is a hotel on Wenhui Road, it looks okay, let's open one..."

Jiang Xunli said casually, and finally saw the time displayed on the car's central control, and realized that it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, and immediately changed his words: "Let's find a place to have lunch first. I'm sorry, I was too involved."

"It's okay." Jiang Peng didn't mean to blame at all.

The two sat down in a Northwest noodle restaurant, and the waiter came up to order in Qin Province Mandarin.Although it was already past two o'clock, it was the weekend after all, and there were not too many people in the store, and there were several takeaway boys waiting in line at the door.

Jiang Xunli glanced at the cold skin oil-splashed pork buns on the menu, and suddenly realized that the few meals he and Jiang Peng ate together seemed to be quite casual.

Jiang Peng is a great painter who has returned from studying abroad. He lives in a villa and drives...although it is not very luxurious, but it is quite a good car. But eating barbecue skewers, farmhouse music and small noodle restaurants with him seems to be a bit wronged.

"You've been around me for the past two days. When things are over, I have to treat you to a meal." Jiang Xunli said with a smile.

Jiang Peng glanced at Jiang Xunli: "Okay."

Jiang Xunli dug out the painkillers from his bag, Jiang Peng sideways took the cold water bottle from the other side of the table, poured him a glass of water, and put it by his hand.Jiang Xunli picked up the cup and drank the medicine very smoothly.

After lunch, the two opened a suite with a small desk in a hotel on Wenhui Road, and Jiang Xunli began to prepare for setting up the formation.

He looked at this area several times in the morning, and determined a few points where the square wood was buried. What he has to do now is to adjust the rune design according to the point of this formation.

There are only five pieces of square wood, and this formation needs to integrate confinement and suppression, because the central piece is pagoda wood, and if you want to make use of its strengths and avoid its weaknesses, you need to gather all the ghost energy there.Several kinds of talismans are superimposed, they cannot conflict with each other, and the effectiveness must be guaranteed, the design difficulty is not low.

Jiang Xunli was sitting at the desk drawing amulets, Jiang Peng sat on the bed not far away, took out his sketchbook, and drew Jiang Xunli.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xunli finally successfully combined the several talismans he had thought of.The golden talisman paper exuded strong spiritual power in his hand. It was obviously very thin, but it was stuck in the air, without any downward arc.

Jiang Xunli heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the time, it wasn't too urgent.

He opened the box containing the square wood, first took out the pine base material and placed it in front of him, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to stabilize his spiritual state. One minute later, Jiang Xunli took out the carving knife from the box, and began to carve according to the stroke texture on the talisman paper.

Carving is different from drawing talismans. Although both are based on wrist strength, the degree of strength of elbows and shoulders is much higher than that of drawing talismans.Painkillers are also different from anesthetics. They can only relieve pain, but when you insist on putting pressure on the wound, the pain relief it can have is extremely limited.

This is the first piece of talisman wood, and Jiang Xunli's cold sweat has already soaked the entire back.

After finishing the last cut, he sat up straight with a sigh of relief, and put the carving knife aside.

Jiang Peng handed him a semi-wet towel, Jiang Xunli took it, thanked him, wiped the sticky sweat stains on his forehead and neck, and handed the towel back to Jiang Peng.He reached out and took out the osmanthus wood from the box, and began to carve the second wooden talisman.

In the hotel room, the rustling sound of the carving knife cutting on the wood surface was heard again. Jiang Peng washed the towel, wrung it out, folded it twice and placed it on the table on Jiang Xunli's left.He sat back on the bed, picked up the sketchbook, put the pen tip on the paper, and remained motionless.

He stared straight at Jiang Xunli who was sitting in front of the desk and buried himself in the sculpture. For the first time in his life, he felt unable to paint.

Two hours later, Jiang Xunli finished carving all five wooden talismans.He casually picked up the towel on the table and wiped off his sweat, the wound on his shoulder was already a little numb from the pain.

It's just right that he is numb, and the next step requires him to concentrate completely, and there can be no mistakes.

Jiang Xunli opened the small box of cinnabar that Fu Ruohai gave him, poured some into a paper cup, and made it into a slightly viscous liquid with water.

He looked at the wooden talisman, thought of the terrible lethality of that little ghost, sighed, picked up the carving knife and wiped it on the towel twice, and quickly cut his fingertips.

Jiang Peng suddenly clenched the ballpoint pen in his hand, watching Jiang Xunli drip a few drops of blood into the paper cup filled with cinnabar.

Jiang Xunli prepared the cinnabar paste to fill the talisman, turned his head and said, "Don't bother me next."

Jiang Peng nodded.

Jiang Xunli folded the mouth of the paper cup into a sharp corner, tilted it slightly, stimulated the spiritual power, and guided the cinnabar paste to spread evenly into the groove carved by the wooden talisman.

He had to concentrate on this step to ensure the continuity of the spiritual power and cinnabar filling, and there must be no mistakes in every stroke.

The effectiveness of the small five-element magic weapon would have been poor, and he chose the square wood, the weakest of the small five-element, due to his physical condition.If he can't make up for it when he is a symbol, then he is likely to fail to set up the formation.

He never wanted to see the consequences of failing to set up an array.

The double squeeze of spiritual power and energy made Jiang Xunli's consumption extremely rapid. After filling all five talismans, his face was already frighteningly pale.

But Jiang Xunli himself didn't notice it - the five talisman instruments were all perfectly made, which was the best he could do under the current conditions, and he was so excited that he didn't notice that he had already Reach the limit.

"Okay, let's just..."

Jiang Xunli stood up from the desk, suddenly his eyes went dark, and when he regained his clarity, he found that he had fallen into a somewhat stiff embrace.

Jiang Peng's hands passed under his armpit, wrapping him in his arms, holding him firmly.

The smell of ancient sandalwood incense emanated from Jiang Peng's body, and Jiang Xunli regained some strength.He likes the sandalwood scent on Jiang Peng's body very much, but now is not a good time to lie in the arms of a beauty and pretend to be sick.

He left Jiang Peng's arms, glanced at the sky outside the window, and said, "I have to hurry up and set up an formation."

Jiang Peng's gaze froze for a moment, and he turned around to get the car keys without saying a word.

The location of the burial artifact was determined and calculated by Jiang Xunli in the morning. Jiang Peng drove Jiang Xunli to find it point by point, and contracted all the work of digging and filling the soil. Jiang Xunli only needs to control it. The orientation and depth of the wooden talisman are all that matters.

After the last piece of pagoda wood talisman was placed, Jiang Xunli felt that the surrounding spiritual force field was changing in a very short period of time, and with a pressure to shrink inward, he gathered all the evil forces in this area into the formation Hold near the eyes.

This is the limit of what he can do with the locust tree as his eyes, and what he needs to do next is to wait for the night to come.

"Finished?" Jiang Peng asked.

Jiang Xunli nodded, grinning and said: "Young master, how could it not be successful! Tonight, I beat that brat until its mother didn't recognize it! Let's go back to the hotel to rest and come back at night."

When the two returned to the hotel, Jiang Xunli immediately went into the bathroom.He sweated a lot in the afternoon, his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, he wanted to take a bath but was afraid of getting his wound wet, so he had no choice but to wipe his body with a towel, then went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed wearing a pair of underpants.

It wasn't until Jiang Peng and Yi sat on the other side, and the mattress sagged slightly, that Jiang Xunli was shocked, realizing a problem he had been ignoring all along.

He booked this suite for that desk, but...there is only one double bed in this suite!

Jiang Xunli almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: He said, why the girl at the front desk of the hotel looked at him and Jiang Peng so strangely!Why didn't he think of it earlier?His reflex arc is against the sky, right? !

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that saying anything would only exacerbate the embarrassment, so he pretended that he hadn't thought of anything, and closed his eyes to sleep silently.

Physical and mental fatigue quickly made Jiang Xunli's mind slack and his brain empty. Even though the effectiveness of the painkillers had begun to fade, he still fell asleep within a short time.

Jiang Peng sat on the other side of the bed, leaning on the cushion at the head of the bed, looking down at Jiang Xunli's sleeping face.

Seeing that he was sleeping peacefully, the irritability that had been churning in Jiang Peng's chest for the whole afternoon suddenly calmed down.

He looked at Jiang Xunli motionlessly, and began to think about his abnormality in the past two days.

Yes, Jiang Peng knew that he was a little abnormal. Ever since Jiang Xunli was by his side and was stabbed by the steel bar because of his driving error, Jiang Peng could feel a volcano in his body clamoring for thoughts. To spew out.

It is said that it is guilt and self-blame, there must be some, but it is not limited to this.

This kind of emotion is very complicated, very strange, and difficult to control.

For example, when he saw Jiang Xunli trying his best to carve talismans under the pain of his wound, he wished he could rush forward and destroy the carving knife and those pieces of wood.

But that thought was diabolical.Jiang Peng thought in his heart: that kind of style is not like him at all, it is impossible for him to do that kind of thing.

Jiang Peng looked at Jiang Xunli's perfect expression even when he was asleep, but for the first time, he didn't have the urge to paint because of the beauty that hit his heart directly.

He just sat quietly on the edge of the bed and watched quietly.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly found that although the last few chapters are all about the rivalry between Gong and Shou, but...

It seems that our artist Jiang didn't say a few words at all→_→