Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 663 Blood Curse

  The black crematorium exudes a long-lasting smell of smoke and dust. It stands there quietly, not knowing how long it has been.

   "It looks really nothing special like this. Was it the way it used to be, Dao... Dao? What are you doing?"

  Luo Jiutian turned his head and saw the Taoist master holding a spell in each hand, contemplating his eyebrows.

   "I think..." The Taoist groaned, and said nothing.

   "Is there something wrong with the spell?" Luo Jiutian returned to him, "broken?"

  The Taoist leader was too lazy to pay attention to him, he only lowered his head deeply, and his eyes swept over the two spells one by one.

   "Huh?" Luo Jiutian pointed to the spell on his right hand suddenly, "You didn't draw this, right?"

  Dao nodded, raised his head and said, "This is the symbol of Lianshui Village that I took down from the well... What happened for nine days, why do you look at me like that?"

   "Oh, Dao Chang," Luo Jiutian pointed to Dao Chang's face, "You have a nosebleed, what did you do?"

   Dao Master was a little surprised. He raised his hand and wiped it, and there were more red marks on his fingers. Dao Master did not feel the nosebleed flowing out, let alone smell the smell of blood.

   "Did you not find out by yourself?" Luo Jiutian thought for a while, wiped a few times with his own hand to help the leader, and matched the expression of disgust.

   Dao Master did not speak, but fell into deeper contemplation, his brows frowned tighter, and the black under his eyes seemed to get deeper and deeper.

  After Luo Jiutian finally helped him deal with the nosebleed, Dao Chang grabbed Luo Jiutian's wrist with a backhand.

   "Nine days, we have to go back and see."

   "Huh? Where to go back?" Luo Jiutian was confused.

  The chief of the road dragged him around to the left of the ancestral hall, and the two ran directly onto a wasteland.

   "By that well." The leader replied as he ran.

   "Which mouth? First or second..."

   "It's the mouth from which I took all the spells off," the Taoist leader crossed the wasteland and stepped onto the road. "Nine days, hurry up."

  "Is it related to those spells?"

"right."

   "That... is also related to your charm?" Luo Jiutian gradually understood, "It is because of this that your charm fails?"

  Dao Master looked ahead, hesitated for a few seconds, and sighed, "Nine days, I am going to tell you everything, but please don’t dislike it."

   "Disgust?" Luo Jiutian wasn't disgusted yet, but he had an ominous premonition.

  Tao Chang turned a corner, and sighed again, "Nine days, I used a blood curse."

"……What it is?"

  "...Have you not heard of it?" The Taoist leader was stunned, "Did Vice-hui Luo talk to you about the blood curse?"

   "Maybe I said it, maybe I forgot...My father told me so many things, how can I remember?"

  Dao Chang turned his face to the side and glanced at Luo Jiutian helplessly, wondering why Lao Luo Ai beat you.

   "Blood curse is a method of making talisman," Tao Chang said concisely, "it is not a good way of drawing."

   "It's not great to listen to the name, wouldn't it be painted with blood?"

   "...Exactly."

   "Daoist! How can you do this?" Luo Jiutian retorted subconsciously, but he didn't know from which angle to refute, "You are... too careless about your body!"

  After all, he still didn’t know what the blood curse was for.

  "The blood curse does not necessarily have to use the blood of the person who casts the curse. In theory, it can be drawn as long as it is the blood of an animal, but the strength is different." The Taoist explained quickly.

   "Then what blood is your blood curse painted?"

   "...My blood."

   "Look at you and you still quibble!" Luo Jiutian shouted, "You honestly explain, why is the blood curse used? Isn't it a curse? Do you..."

   "No, it's not a curse. No one will paint evil curses with their own blood," said the Taoist chief. "Blood curses are used to ward off evil spirits."

   Such evil things are actually used to ward off evil spirits.

   "How to ward off evil spirits?"

   "Exorcising ghosts, warding off evil spirits, and suppressing evil spirits. It is a curse for blessing."

   "But don't you know how to draw ghost and exorcism symbols? I have seen you use them."

   "The blood curse is different," said the Taoist chief, "the power of the blood curse cannot be resisted, do you understand?"

  Unstoppable amulet of protection.

   is simply an airtight fortress.

   "But why did you suddenly tell me this?"

"Fools, they all have the blood curse that I gave them, of course, except for Wen Ling, after all, she is not completely ours at present," the Taoist explained, "I didn't tell them about the blood curse, I I only said that it was an ordinary lucky charm, and I also told them that the charm is not bloody, otherwise it will fail. In fact, it is a lie to them."

  Luo Jiutian suddenly felt a little dazed after listening to the series of unchanging truths from the Taoist leader.

  This man looks so good that he can lie.

   "So under normal circumstances, they would not use that charm, because they think it is just a blessing..."

   "However?..." Luo Jiutian guessed the turn of the Taoist leader.

   "However," the leader paused, "Someone used my blood curse."

Luo Jiutian suddenly realized, "You are bleeding because of this! The power of the blood curse will be eaten back on you, right? I said, wherever there are such good things, a little bit of blood can have a copper wall and iron wall... Long you... Forget it, are you okay? What else is uncomfortable?"

   "I'm fine. The power of the backlash is very small this time. It should be that the blood curse is relatively weak, so I only had a nosebleed."

   "But isn't it dangerous for you to be like this?" Luo Jiutian asked in a serious manner, "Since they don't know the effect of the blood curse, they don't know about backlash, right?"

  If someone had a blood curse on Fire Lotus, wouldn’t the Dao Chang’s side be overwhelmed directly and remotely?

  Daochang smiled slightly, "At least this will protect them again."

Luo Jiutian felt a sore nose, so he quickly changed the subject.

  "Who will use it this time? Can you feel it? Xiaolan?"

  Dao Chang thought for a while, "I guess it might be Baomu."

   "Bao Mu?" Luo Jiutian did not expect this answer, "Why?"

   "If one of them already knows about the blood curse, the eight achievements are Baomu," the Taoist chief reasoned, "Baomu can smell my blood."

   "Then he has not questioned it?"

   "Baomu believes in me very much," the Taoist chief said confidently, "he knows that I will never harm him."

   "Then he... won't you tell other people?"

Dao Chang glanced at Luo Jiutian faintly, "If I don't say it, Baomu won't say it, he knows I have his own reasons."

   "Ah, Baomu looks soft, not like someone who can keep such secrets."

  "Do you think so?" Daochang grinned, "You are wrong, Baomu has many secrets."

   "Is that so?"

   "Nine days, do you feel that I have hidden a lot of things?"

   Luo Jiutian hesitated, "Uh... how do you put it..."

   "The things Baomu conceals are by no means less than me."

  (End of this chapter)