All the people in the grotto village walked out, old and young, men and women, looked at Ma Youde respectfully, and welcomed Ma Youde into a house in the center of the entire village.

Everyone whispered, as if they already knew Ma Youde's intention, and after sending Ma Youde to the house, the villagers stood for a while, and then retreated, leaving only Wang Hu.

The whole village slowly fell silent, and after a while, the braziers at the door were extinguished by the houses, and the village gradually became dark.

The group sat in the house, put the body at the door, and sent someone to guard it.

Wang Hu found a pen and paper and handed it to Ma Youde.

Ma Youde became weaker and weaker, not only accompanied by a violent cough, but also unable to stand steadily, shaking a few times with every step, as if he would fall when the wind blew.

When everyone present saw this Ma Youde's appearance, they were worried for a while, frowning and silent.

"Uncle......

Liu sighed.

Ma Youde waved his hand, signaling Liu Lang not to speak, and then pointed to Niu Dazhuang, Wu Nuannuan and Ma Damiang, waved his hand outside, and motioned for them to go out.

Everyone will understand, and only Liu Lang, Wang Hu, and Ma Youde are left in the whole house.

The layout of the house is very simple, with a double bed at the side and a table in the middle of the house with several stools around the table.

The only thing that is different is that there is a portrait on the wall facing the doorway.

The portrait is drawn with a black brush and features an old man with a black and white beard. The old man was dressed in a navy blue robe, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, one hand was rubbing his beard, and he was looking straight ahead with half-squinted eyes.

Ma Youde asked Liu Lang and Wang Hu to sit down, and then picked up the pen tremblingly. There will be some things that make Liu Lang wonder.

Ma Youde told Wang Hu that before the sun rose tomorrow morning, kill all the dogs in the village, then let go of the dogs' blood, put them in a basin, and kill all the roosters as well. Also let go of the chicken blood and put it in a basin.

After doing this, each house should be sprinkled with chicken blood, and it must be completely enveloped around the house.

Then take out one of the pots of dog blood, sprinkle it on the big stone at the entrance of the village, and pour it down from the top, trying to let the dog blood cover the big stone.

The rest of the dog's blood is bottled. Wear it with you.

After the sun rises, find the middle-aged guys in the seven villages, and it must be the first male who is not married, carry the body of the child, and go to the ancestral grave of the Ma family to bury together.

The specific location of this ancestral tomb of the Ma family is very hidden. Almost no one knows, even Wang Hu only knows that there is such a place, but he has never been there.

This time, Wang Hu suddenly saw that Ma Youde was going there with at least seven people, and he couldn't help but be stunned. "Patriarch, so many people." Aren't you afraid of alarming your ancestors? ”

Ma Youde shook his head and continued to explain and wrote: If there are fewer people, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress it.

Wang Hu knew the ability of this patriarch, so he didn't want to ask too much, and glanced at Liu Lang. He swallowed back the rest of the words.

But the relationship between Liu Lang and Ma Youde is not ordinary, and Ma Youde has the heart to tell Liu Lang what he knows, so that Liu Lang can grow up as much as possible, but he looks forward to Liu Lang's question.

Liu Lang thought for a while and looked at the corpse placed at the door.

At this time, the surface of the corpse seemed to be coated with a layer of mercury, and the light was more obvious than before.

"Uncle, is this thing going to become a living ghost?"

Ma Youde nodded and wrote worriedly: When the living ghosts are refined, most of them erupt on the night of the full moon, but if they are eroded by yin qi, it is very likely to erupt in advance, and when they erupt, the surface of the body is like being coated with mercury.

This kind of living ghost is not only very hard in appearance, but also has no consciousness at all, it is completely a tool for killing, and the people it wants to kill are their relatives in the first place.

There are so many jackals dead under the gravel mountain, these jackals are originally canines, and they can communicate yin and yang like domestic dogs.

After the death of the jackal, most of the ghosts will not disperse, and the gathering of yin qi will most likely prompt the living ghosts to explode in advance.

Looking at the appearance of the corpse, there is no need to guess this kind of thing anymore.

Liu Lang and Wang Hu looked at Ma Youde's writing, and couldn't help frowning.

Liu Lang asked, "Uncle, is it too late for us to do it tomorrow morning?" ”

"We have to come too late, it's too cloudy before dawn, we can't get into that place at all, and it's ......"

Ma Youde let out a long sigh and wrote with difficulty: Now I have not long lived because I have summoned the Night Flying Locust.

"Uncle, you, what are you?"

When Liu Lang saw that Ma Youde didn't live long by himself, he couldn't help but be stunned, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, you, don't scare me." ”

Ma Youde smiled slightly and wrote: The destiny of heaven is hard to violate, and I can't hide if I want to, not to mention that I have been living for so many years, and it is not a pity to die, but I have not seen the death of the person who hurt us with my own eyes, and I am still a little unwilling.

Ma Youde seemed to want to tell Liu Lang everything he knew in one breath, and after he finished writing, he trembled his hands and told Liu Lang the secret of the flying locusts at night.

Ma Youde continued to write: There is a kind of Gu magic in witchcraft, and most of these Gu techniques are Gu worms. There are many ways to cultivate Gu worms, but the most powerful one is to cultivate Gu worms with your own body.

This kind of Gu worm cultivated by the body is connected with its own flesh and blood, and it is also the most powerful among all Gu worms, and it is not even an exaggeration to say that it can be defeated by thousands of troops.

But there is one, because this thing is so powerful, ordinary people can't cultivate it at all, and even if they can cultivate it, they will be eaten by Gu worms, and they will return to the West with their own lives.

The temptation of this kind of Gu worm is too great, although it is dangerous, but there are also people who keep trying it, almost some people who know witchcraft can cultivate one in their lifetime, and they can already rank at the peak of witchcraft.

The world is so big, things must be opposed, it is precisely because this kind of Gu worm is too powerful, it does not dare to use it lightly, it will hurt the muscles and bones, and if it is heavy, it will not be guaranteed, and no one dares to use it at all.

Ma Youde's body was already very weak, and with the loss of witchcraft on his body, he almost had no ability to summon this Gu worm anymore.

However, the scene at that time had already burned the eyebrows, and if the Gu worms were not summoned, I was afraid that everyone would die.

Ma Youde had no choice. Perhaps, at the same time as he made his choice, he also knew his fate.

The Gu worm that Ma Youde refined called the Night Flying Locust is called the Natal Gu in witchcraft.

If the natal Gu dies, people can't live.

Ma Youde tried his best to keep a smile on his face, but his shriveled face became more and more terrifying, and even the blood in his entire body seemed to be drained one by one, shriveled and pale......

Liu Lang never expected this to happen, his heart ached, but there was no way, staring at the words written by Ma Youde in a daze, but his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, and he was shocked in the turbulence.

Is it really predestined?

"Boom ......"

A bolt of lightning swept through the sky, and a thunderclap shook the earth twice.

Ma Youde's face changed greatly, and he looked up at the sky in horror.

God, it's unsatisfactory......

Ma Youde wrote six big characters heavily, and suddenly knelt on the ground, crying bitterly. (To be continued~^~)