Chapter 294 Blood Puppet (Part 2)-
Suddenly, Mo Tingfeng thought of a possibility.
He took a dagger and cut his middle finger. Only the middle finger could get the innate pure yang blood. Then he dropped it into the medicine bowl and used the blood identification technique, combined with the "Yiwanling Curse" to detect whether there was any evil in it.
Dry jade wards off poison, revitalizes Luo Ling, the Eight Immortals Bing Yue, the King of God Ling,
Taixuan falls, the seven gods rush into the court, Huang Zhen shines with his horn, Huan throws the fire bell,
Purple text and jade characters, four enlightened scenes, nine days and six days, the essence of the four days,
According to external legends, Xuanzu, internal security commanders, left and right, fierce and windy,
The imperial decree kills thousands of demons, destroys thousands of spirits, is inspired by Jin Zhen, and destroys the nine demons.
I wear the true talisman, command all spirits, ascend to the three realms, and go to Hedi City!
Mo Tingfeng kneaded the formula and muttered words. Sure enough, following the sound curse, a black air of death with a faint bloody light rose from the medicine bowl. It seemed that there were countless deformed ghost faces hiding in it with their mouths open and screaming, but it was already Suppressed by his blood and servile spirit spell, there was no way to escape.
There is no mistaking it, the troublesome thing in this medicine bowl is the blood of the Necromancer.
"Crack!"
With the sound of the medicine bowl breaking, the black energy was swallowed up.
Mo Tingfeng calmed down and put the dagger back on his waist.
"The blood curse requires at least nine feedings of blood voodoo within thirty-six hours to take effect. Du Juan stayed in the hospital during this period, which means that she must have finished it with Ma Zhenchun here. "Blood Contract"
Mo Tingfeng looked at the cracked bowl thoughtfully.
"If someone else brings a few drops of the Necromancer's blood into Si Chen's Mansion, it is true that the defensive barrier will not be triggered, but who can feed Du Juan nine times in a row without being noticed?"
"It stands to reason that the people in the medical clinic are the most suspicious."
Ye Wu Jiu answered, he was covering his left arm and his face was very sad.
The black energy of death had a strong sense of aggression towards the wound on his arm, and he once tried to get into it to avoid being killed by Mo Ting's Fengyu spell.
Fortunately, he had a quick wit and used his hands to make sword fingers to seal the Yunmen and Zhongfu acupoints on his left arm, causing his left arm to be temporarily "disabled". This way, the black energy of the undead could not escape.
But because of this move, Ye Wujiu was unable to use his left arm normally for at least twelve hours—not to mention casting spells to fight enemies, he couldn't even use his hands like a normal person.
This made Ye Wujiu, who had been self-disciplined and strong all his life, feel sad. Just a drop of prominence blood on the necromancer's body had already put him in such a dilemma. How could he successfully kill him?
And this black energy will find him, which means that he and the Necromancer already coexist with each other. If this continues, not only his body but also his consciousness will be gradually eaten away. By then, will he become the enemy of Si Chen Mansion...
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"Old Ye, don't think blindly."
Ding Heran saw it, and based on his understanding of Ye Wujiu, he knew how much he was suffering in his heart.
"Don't worry, if that day comes, I will definitely kill you in advance and never give you a chance to step on my head and dominate."
"Also, you always forget that you are not a lone wolf."
"Don't talk about the Third Division, don't talk about the thousands of resentment-breakers in Sichen Mansion. If they want to touch you, first ask me, Commander Tianluo, if I will agree."
"Old Ding..."
Ye Wujiu opened his mouth. He originally wanted to pretend to be light-hearted and tease Ding Heran, "He dares to speak big words with his mere strength as a second-level warlock." The life and death brothers think it is worth it.
"If one day I die in your hands, I, Ye Wujiu, will be considered a well-deserved death."
Ding Heran deliberately slapped Ye Wujiu's disabled left shoulder hard, causing him to groan in pain.
"Oh, that's alright! Don't act like a little daughter-in-law. If you say you won't die, you won't die. Why are you so unlucky? Just keep your heart in your belly. As long as you are calm, no one can hurt you. Got you.”
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Mo Tingfeng smiled lightly and did not interrupt during the whole process.
He believed that Ding Heran was the good medicine to cure Ye Wujiu from this calamity, and he didn't need to say more.
While they were talking, Mo Tingfeng carefully checked the medicine hall compartment again - except for the medicine bowl, there was nothing abnormal.
Subconsciously, he turned his attention to the medicine-making boy standing guard outside the cubicle, and found that he was so nervous that even the clothes on his back were sweating faintly. What on earth was he afraid of? .
"What are you afraid of?"
"After coming back from Si Chen's Mansion, I looked like I was in a state of disbelief."
In the pavilion next to the waterside pavilion in the backyard of Ruan Mansion, Ruan's mother gently patted Ruan Mianmian on the shoulder. The latter screamed and jumped up. Seeing that it was her mother, she took a deep breath and sat down softly again.
"Mom, you walked without making any sound. You were so scared to death."
Ruan's mother sat next to Ruan Mianmian, who took the opportunity to lean into her arms.
"Good boy, what's wrong? You're so scared, but don't be afraid if anyone bullies you. Mom will make the decision for you."
"Mother..."
Ruan Mianmian looked like she had been greatly wronged,
"The eldest princess really has an ulterior motive for inviting Mianmian to Sichen's Mansion this time. She clearly wants me to watch her secretly cross with Tingfeng's brother Chencang, so that I can retreat in spite of the difficulties."
"And that damn girl Du Juan took the opportunity to get close to the eldest princess, but she failed in her attempt to climb a high tree. I just said a few words to her, but she actually... hanged herself in the room, and even deliberately wore a red dress. It was obvious You are here for me! Mom, Mianmian is so innocent, so wronged, so scared..."
Ruan's mother listened to Ruan Mianmian's "complaints" with a calm expression, while gently patting her back to comfort her.
"I heard about Du Juan. She is a poor child after all. My mother has sent a housekeeper to her hometown to arrange funeral arrangements."
"It's just..."
Ruan's mother looked at her newly made danco-colored nails and said lightly,
"Her mother didn't want the pension, but she clamored to see Du Juan one last time and to let her rest in peace. The housekeeper was so noisy that she had no choice but to send the whole family on a ride to meet each other on the road to Huangquan."
"Forget it, just don't say it."
"More than this, what mother cares about is the relationship between you and the eldest princess. Are you not at odds with each other?"
"Sir Si Chen is certainly your best choice as a husband, but you can't get into trouble with the eldest princess because of him. The realm leader Qin Huan is now secure in his position. Even if your father has someone in the upper realm, he must be looked after in the sleep realm. You and Xueying must look good.”
Ruan Mianmian nodded in her mother's arms,
"My mother's lesson is that Mianmian naturally doesn't dare to be confrontational with the eldest princess, but... the thought of handing over the fat in her mouth makes her feel uncomfortable."
"Silly boy, you should take a broad view of the scenery. There is still a long way to go, and it is not certain who will win. Don't say dejected words."
As she spoke, Ruan’s mother pulled her up,
"The sun is about to set. Go back. You haven't had a good rest even if you've been out these past few days. Go back and have a good sleep."
"...is"
Ruan Mianmian answered with some reluctance. Although she had not seen the hanging Dujuan in red clothes with her own eyes - but it was because she had not seen it and her imagination had troubled her that she felt uneasy. "That cuckoo..."
"You are no more than a girl. You have no ability to live, and you can't make any trouble if you die. You can go back with peace of mind."
After a pause, Ruan's mother continued, "Do you remember the thrush in my house? It's Mei Niang. She took care of you for a while when you were a child. She knows some magic. I asked her to take care of you until you find a maid you like. .”
"Thank you, mother, my mother is the best to Mianmian in the world!"
Ruan Mianmian said goodbye to her mother in the pavilion and returned to her own courtyard.
After entering the courtyard and walking for a while, she felt that something was wrong. The maids in her courtyard were getting more and more unseemly. She hadn't been back for a few days, but one or two of them dared not come to greet the door. She was almost reaching her bedroom. There was no one in sight, there were really no rules!
"When Mei Niang comes, I must tell her and let her discipline these damn girls for me."
Ruan Mianmian thought angrily in her heart. She had already reached the door of the bedroom and glanced at the steps at the door. She was even more angry.
There were several clear gray footprints on the stairs - they were clearly made with bare feet.
"These bitches who just eat and do nothing! You sneaked into my house and I have to take care of you!"
Ruan Mianmian cursed in her heart, holding her skirt to avoid those gray footprints, walked to the door of the bedroom, kicked the door open, and walked in.
Behind her, the door was pulled by an unknown force and closed silently.
There was originally a row of lanterns hanging on the eaves. The moment the door was closed, the candles in the lanterns flickered for a few times, and then suddenly with a "pop", they were all extinguished.
Even with the door closed, the suddenly extinguished lantern made the environment in the room noticeably dark.
Ruan Mianmian felt the change in light and subconsciously looked back, only to find that the door was closed and it was dark outside. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart, which made her back feel a little tight.
"Spit!"
"She's just a dead girl. She has no ability while she's alive, and she can't make any trouble even after she's dead!"
Ruan Mianmian imitated her mother's tone, looked at the closed door and cursed fiercely to embolden herself. As soon as she turned around, she was stunned and stared at the room with her eyes stiff.
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Noticing Mo Tingfeng's scrutinizing gaze, Ding Heran stepped out of the pharmacy compartment and slipped back the waiter who was waiting timidly outside the room.
"There must be something wrong with you, so be honest and deal with it."
Ding Heran smiled half-heartedly, like a beast playing with the prey in his palm.
"Recruit, what to recruit?"
The boy who prepared the medicine looked at the three adults in front of him. His legs were shaking like a broken tree in the wind. He could no longer stand. He knelt down with a thud, but his hands subconsciously went to the money bag at his waist.
Ding Heran didn't say much, stepped forward and pulled off the boy's money bag, returned to Mo Tingfeng and opened it.
In addition to an ingot of silver, there was also a piece of paper as big as a palm. When opened, there was a pattern on it - it was the weird rune on Du Juan's ankle.
That pattern made Ye Wujiu feel a terrible pain in his left arm.
"Heh."
Ding Heran sneered, squatted down in front of the medicine-making boy, took out his dagger and thrust it into the bluestone ground in front of him. The ground was like tofu, and he was easily punched in.
"It seems you are not going to tell the truth."
"It's very good. The dungeon has been idle for a long time, and I'm a little out of hand with those instruments of torture."
Ding Heran had a leisurely tone and stared at the medicine-making boy whose sweat stain on his back was visibly expanding in a circle,
"Little brother, please, don't confess easily later. Let me practice my skills."
"Ding, Ding Tong..."
The boy who was cooking the medicine suddenly got wet on his pants, and he was so scared that he peed.
"Commander Ding, please spare this villain. I realize my mistake!"
"Yesterday, the doctor took two pharmacists to practice medicine in Qingshan Village. There was no one else in the hospital except me and Miss Dujuan. She saw me practicing acupuncture in the past two days and I was pretty good at it, so she gave me a piece of silver. , let me tattoo her ankle according to the pattern she drew.”
"I thought to myself that I could get a piece of silver by tattooing such a simple pattern. It was not much better than practicing medicine. It was hardly a good livelihood! So I quietly kept the pattern and wanted to go to the town to try my hand at business during my vacation. ”
The boy who made the medicine finally managed to finish what he said, and then he kowtowed desperately in the direction where Mo Tingfeng was standing, making a thumping sound on the bluestone floor.
"The villain shouldn't be blinded by money. I beg Master Si Chen and the two commanders to be kind and let the villain live!"
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"That's all?"
Ding Heran took out the dagger stuck on the ground and patted it gently in his palm, obviously dissatisfied with his answer.
"Really, really gone..."
The boy who prepared the medicine had a grimace on his face, and after holding it in for a while, he took out a bronze hairpin from his arms. It was not valuable.
"Miss Dujuan also gave me this hairpin. I wanted to take it to my sweetheart in Guixianglou during my vacation. If you like it, I will give it to you as a filial piety. I beg you to spare my life..."
"Stop talking about these useless things, I don't have much patience!"
Ding Heran acted like a complete gangster. He threw the dagger into the air, caught it with a beautiful backhand, and hooked his arm. "Pop!" The back of the knife touched the neck artery of the medicine boy.
"I ask a question, you answer."
"There are half a lie and nonsense, don't talk about going to meet your sweetheart, you can't even watch the sun set today!"
The boy who cooked the medicine nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but he didn't dare to say another word.
"Has anyone seen the cuckoo in the past few days?"
"Yes, a girl named Guyu has been here several times."
"Who else has been here besides her?"
"No, no more."
The three of them looked at each other suspiciously,
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"Gu Yu?"