Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 664 Hidden Thunder

   "Baomu is such a child," Luo Jiutian pouted, "I really can't see it."

  "Baomu is a good boy, don't think about him," said the Taoist chief. "Baomu has suffered a lot of injuries, but even so, he is still very kind."

   "This is not what Baomu told you himself, right?"

The Taoist leader shook his head, "Baomu didn't know that I knew, and I pretended not to know, now you know too. For nine days, you have to pretend with me. You are not allowed to tell them any of the things I told you. ."

  Luo Jiutian was very engaged when he heard the story, and when he saw that he was suddenly involved, he was immediately unconvinced, "Why? At least I have to say about the blood curse."

   "Don't talk."

   "You...then why are you telling me?" Luo Jiutian murmured dissatisfiedly, "I'm not like Baomu, I hate keeping secrets the most."

   "Because you will definitely ask me inquisitively later," the Taoist commander ran off the road, "I can't hide these things from you, so let me tell you first."

  The dark ruins appeared again, and the two went straight to the well in the backyard.

   "These things are all related to the well?"

Chief Tao nodded.

  "Baomu's matter is also related to the well?"

   "...I didn't hold back telling you about Baomu. It's okay, it's all a secret anyway. Keep it together."

   "Can you still count that way?..."

  Dao Master thought he blinked his eyes playfully.

"I believe you."

   Luo Jiuyang asked with his mouth open, "Okay, seriously, what happened to this well?"

  The two have stood beside the well, looking at the dark well head together.

   Can't see anything.

  Dao Chang pointed to the spell in his hand and said, "These spells posted on the side of the well are all blood spells."

  Luo Jiutian looked down at the shabby yellow rune paper.

"Blood curses are very rare, and I didn't expect people here to do it too. I always thought these curses were just ghost symbols stained with blood," said the Taoist chief. , The power of ordinary spells would be resisted, but my blood curse worked, so I thought that the spells posted in the village might all be blood curses, so the blood curses can be used normally here."

   "Then what do they mean by putting a blood curse at the mouth of the well? Protect the dead inside?"

   "Of course not," the Taoist leader shook his head decisively, "The blood curse can only protect the living, and it can only suppress the dead."

  Luo Jiutian nodded his head consciously.

  Sure enough, the effect of those blood curses was to trap the dead women in the well forever.

   "And I think," Dao Master began to prepare to jump down, "The blood on the blood curse is likely to come from those dead women..."

   "Master, what are you doing?"

   "Jump down," the Taoist leader leaned on the edge of the well and squatted down, "I will go down and see if her body is still there. I have removed all her blood curses. In theory, she is free now."

   "What if she is still there?" Luo Jiutian hurriedly stopped the Taoist leader, "She will attack you, no, it's too dangerous...I have other ways."

Dao Chang turned his head to look at him.

  Luo Jiutian raised his other hand, turning his palm back and chanting something, the Taoist chief discovered his intention and directly pressed his wrist, "No, Jiutian, you can’t use Panlongchi here."

   "I won't let it appear," Luo Jiutian explained, "I plan to use the power of Panlong Pond to put a hidden thunder down. The hidden thunder only serves the purpose of investigating evil spirits."

   Dao Master’s strength loosened a little, "Will Panlong Pond show up?"

"No, this kind of low-level thunder method does not need to be manifested," Luo Jiutian waved his hand. "Hidden thunder can search for evil spirits and locate them within a certain range. It can also capture the traces left by evil spirits. Lei didn't show it, it means we think too much, the corpse is still underneath, and even her Lingxi may have been conceived."

  This is of course the best possibility. The Taoist nodded and let go of Luo Jiutian's hand.

Luo Jiutian continued his formula, and within a few seconds, a few wisps of gray smoke overflowed from the palm of his right hand that was pressing down. The smoke floated in the air, but did not dissipate, but was wrapped into a silk-like form. Floating towards the mouth of the well.

   "Alright," Luo Jiutian finished casting the spell and clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Just wait now."

  Dao Master agreed, and the two were silent for a while.

   "The Dao Chief," Luo Jiutian asked, looking at the Dao Chief who was concerned about the probe next to the wellhead, "If she is okay, shall we return to the crematorium and investigate?"

"Can."

   "Then if she really..."

   "Nine days!" The Taoist chief suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that?"

  Dao Master hurriedly pulled Luo Jiutian on one side and pointed to the depths of the well.

   "Look, there are white traces there."

  Luo Jiutian's gaze fell on the patches of white and gray patterns in the well, and his face suddenly became serious.

  He squatted down with the Taoist chief, craned his neck in disbelief, and looked at the white ash.

  The white gray is still spreading towards the well, like an invisible child, holding an invisible chalk, standing in the well, sketching something from bottom to top.

When    was not too much, the white and gray spread out of the well, and after a few laps around the feet of the two, they finally stopped moving.

   "What does this mean?" The Taoist chief stared at Luo Jiutian and asked, "Is it..."

   Luo Jiutian nodded heavily, "She has indeed become an evil spirit, and she has already left."

  The time of speaking, the grayish white gradually disappeared, as if nothing had happened, leaving only the nervous figures of two men.

   "Can you tell where she went?"

  Luo Jiutian shook his head, "Hidden Thunder can only catch certain traces, and it is broken here, indicating that the traces of the evil spirits can no longer be located."

   "How do you usually locate accurately?"

   "...Use Panlong Pond."

   "Forget it," the Taoist chief took a closer look at the dirt at his feet, "this mountain is too big."

   "Then we want..."

   "No way," the Taoist master stood up, "Let's go back to the crematorium first."

"All right."

  Luo Jiutian was obedient on the surface, but there was still a trace of complaint in his heart.

  The sky has changed from the thick black of splashing ink to purple and white. Seeing that the sky is about to light up, the two are walking on the extremely quiet country road, the destination is still the crematorium, what are you busy with this evening?

   Hungry and tired, disappointed and worried.

After walking for a long time, Luo Jiutian finally saw the familiar ancestral hall and chimney.

  "Let’s go in from the main entrance of the ancestral hall." Taoist chief suggested.

"Row."

  The two got into the crumbling ancestral hall again, passed the ruins, passed the weird Arhat statue and stone monument...

   "Nine days," the Taoist chief suddenly stopped him, "Look, is that a trace of hidden thunder?"

  (End of this chapter)