Panguan

So Xie asked with a calm tone and answered so quickly, but it was strange.

However, he quickly understood Wen Shi's doubts and explained: The Zhang family has a lot of books, and I am a half-hearted person, and I have to read more in the books if I can't see it in reality. To avoid being ignorant and shameful-

Xie Wen smiled and said, I want to save face, especially in front of younger people.

When smelling: ...

If this is said from an old man's mouth, it can still be heard.

Xie Wen looked only at the age of twenty-eight or nine, and in terms of skin appearance, he was two or three years older than Wen Shi, and it would be a bit nondescript to say this.

not to mention……

Do you know how old I am?

When he smelled it, his face was sullen, and he said in his heart that he knew that you were crying.

***

The old man couldn't hear the human voice in the mirror, and his whole mind was on the puppet.

He stretched out his hand to straighten the little boy's hair, sat silently for a while, then picked up the bowl of incense ash, squeezed it with his fingers, and rubbed it on the little boy's withered hands and feet.

He smeared a thick layer on the palms, soles of feet, and navels, and dug a little with his index finger, like a dragonfly, on the corner of the little boy's right eye, the tip of his nose, and finally the mouth of the left heart. The three points just connected to form a line.

Seeing this, Wen Shi was already full of surprise.

Because he understood the actions of the old man - this is not a simple way to save people, this is to transcend the spirit.

That is, Qiáng Xing peeled off a little bit from his own spirit, and led it into Puppet's body to extend his life. This is a method in puppetry, but almost no one uses it.

As a result, the puppets that can survive are all withered slowly. Based on this alone, it is destined that most people will not use them at all.

Second, even if you really encounter such a puppet, no one will do it. After all, if the puppet disappears, you can make a new one, but people can't.

This well-recognized technique of no use for farts was actually abandoned long ago, and I knew a little about it when I heard it, and told it to my later disciples as a small talk.

Where did this old man know about it, and he flipped through the book like Xie Wen did?

I feel more and more wrong when I smell it...

The old man was still busy on his own. He dug out a small black box from the cabinet, which contained a row of carved wooden knives of different sizes.

He picked one of them, lowered his head and made a slash on his index finger.

There was a sudden gasp from the crevice of the wardrobe. It was estimated that Xia Qiao was a little unbearable when he saw the old man cutting his hands.

The blood instantly condensed into beads and slid down the fingers. The old man hurriedly moved to the little boy, still dripping a drop on the corner of his right eye, the tip of his nose, and the mouth of his left heart.

Then... his index finger was placed on the little boy's lips.

This is the last step of Duling, to let the blood of Duling people enter the mouth of the puppet.

If you swallow it, the puppet will open her eyes again. If you can't swallow it, your previous efforts will be forfeited, and the lost spiritual aspect will not come back.

The old man did not hesitate, he squeezed his fingers, and the first drop of blood fell into the little boy's mouth.

The smudge of blush quickly seeped into the gap between his lips, and the next second, the little boy suddenly twitched.

The old man's body tensed up a little, and he could see that he was expecting and nervous.

But the smell in the mirror knew that this trick would not be successful.

Because the person who made this puppet was too powerful, in comparison, the old man was just an ordinary puppet master, and at best he was considered the best among ordinary puppet masters.

The disparity between the two is too great, and there is no obstacle involved. Whether the old man's spirit or blood has little effect on this puppet, it cannot be saved.

Sure enough, the little boy didn't swallow the blood or open his eyes. Instead, he struggled fiercely, like an uncontrollable evil spirit.

The old man sighed.

With just a drop of blood, he was a little older than before, and his fingers were even more withered and thinner.

Does it hurt? Hold on, hold on, hold on. The old man's voice was slow and gentle as he grabbed the little boy's hand and comforted him.

After a long time, the little boy stopped, still looking dead.

The old man sat for a while, as if he had walked a long way, and had to take a breath.

After a while, he stretched out his hand again and dripped a second drop of blood on the little boy's lips.

The little boy still didn't swallow, and struggled violently again, his withered fingers rubbed the old man's scalp several times, a little slower, he could nail it down the scalp, but the old man still coaxed: Be patient, endure, endure. Just bear with it, ah.

Not long after, the little boy fell back into the quilt, still full of death.

And the old man is older.

He still sat for a while, tucked the child's quilt, and then dripped a third drop of blood.

Then came the fourth drop.

Fifth drop.

...

He never thought that he would do nothing and stand quietly in a cage for so long. In fact, it was the best time to release the cage at this time, but he somehow didn't want to interrupt the old man.

He looked at the other party getting older and thinner, and suddenly found a familiar feeling.

The days and nights in the cage are still very fast, and it is not a normal time.

When the old man didn't know how many drops of blood he squeezed out, the mark on the left heart of the little boy suddenly turned bloody, like a dead tree meets chūn.

He was still struggling, and under the old man's momentary daze, his fingers like dead branches scratched his eyes.