Chapter 0006: The Curse Begins
The black shadows turned out to be dozens of bats. They flew onto Meng's face and exploded instantly, flying everywhere. The servants in the room screamed in fear.
I saw several bloodstains on Meng's face. This bat was quite weird.
"Fuck you!" The man surnamed Meng roared loudly, opened his wooden box, took out a pair of palm-sized brass bells, and put his hands together, and the bells made a "clang" sound.
The bats that were flying around in the house suddenly fluttered down, and the servants rushed over and killed them one by one.
"Hmph, a trick!" Meng put away the bell with a cold face.
I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that this person could cast a spell.
The so-called mantra is what we call it in the industry. It is the strange sound produced by chanting mantras. For example, the six-syllable mantra "Om Mani Padme Hum" in Buddhism is also a kind of mantra.
However, the method used by this man surnamed Meng to cast the spell was rather special. He had used a secret method to carve the spell on a pair of brass bells in advance, and then struck the bells to produce the spell, knocking out dozens of bats in one fell swoop.
When He Jiuye and others saw this magical scene, they couldn't help but be shocked and admired, and they all praised it endlessly.
Liu Feihe spoke a few humble words, but his disciples smiled and looked quite proud.
"How is it? Is my hand okay?" The man surnamed Meng said to me proudly.
I nodded in approval: "Yeah, the bell is fine."
It's not my fault for being sharp-tongued. To be honest, if he could pronounce the spell without the help of those bells, it would be worth seeing.
"You..." The man surnamed Meng was so angry that his face turned red.
I ignored him and went to look at the bats that had been shot down.
At this moment, the guards outside the house suddenly shouted in unison: "What's going on?"
I went out with everyone and saw that there was a thick fog in the night. The fog was not the common light white color, but a hazy gray-black color, which surrounded the villa.
The fog came up strangely. A Biao had just checked the weather and found that the weather in this area was fine and there was no heavy fog.
The servants looked frightened and whispered about whether there was a ghost at work. They only shut up after A Biao scolded them.
However, not long after, someone suddenly screamed loudly: "Ghost...female ghost!"
"Still talking nonsense!" A Biao slapped him.
Unexpectedly, more people screamed.
I saw that the fog had spread to twenty meters away from the villa, and things beyond twenty meters were completely invisible.
At the edge of the fog, there are a few jujube trees. When the moonlight shines down, a white figure can be seen standing next to the tree. The figure has long hair draped over her shoulders and is vaguely a woman.
I recognized it was a paper man, hidden in the mist, and it looked quite eerie and scary.
Liu Feihe also shouted: "Don't panic, it's just a paper man!"
Just as he finished speaking, several shrill cries of women were heard in the fog.
The servants trembled with fear and said that they had heard this crying sound before and it often happened at night.
Master He Jiu frowned and asked, "I have heard this voice before, is it just an auditory hallucination?"
Liu Feihe hesitated: "Although the Soul Locking Formation has been broken, the Soul Corridor will not disintegrate for a while. This is both real and illusory, and it is really difficult to distinguish."
I responded and said it was the real voice.
The man surnamed Meng sneered and said, "What are you bragging about? Do you know how difficult it is to distinguish between real and phantom sounds?"
I replied: "You can't even tell the difference between real and phantom sounds, so you should go home and take care of your child."
The man surnamed Meng was so angry that his face turned blue.
Master He Jiu quickly tried to smooth things over and asked what should be done now.
Liu Feihe waved his hand and said with a smile: "Master Jiu, don't worry. It's nothing more than fighting back. We can just wait in the house and see what tricks the other party is up to."
Master He Jiu nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
Liu Feihe bowed to me again and said, "Friend Chen, let's discuss a strategy. However, we should not act on our own. We should select a leader and follow his orders."
I understood what he meant. He was afraid that I would not obey his orders and cause trouble, so he was trying to pressure me with his words.
"Okay, then how about I be the head coach?" I asked with a smile.
The man surnamed Meng laughed and said contemptuously, "You? Are you worthy of being compared with my master?"
I ignored him and just looked at Liu Feihe with a smile.
Liu Feihe pondered and said, "Originally, it would be fine to let you be the head coach, but tonight's events are complicated and quite dangerous..."
Master He Jiu touched me from behind and whispered, "Young sir, Master Liu is experienced after all. For my sake, let's not have an internal dispute."
Since it was the victim's request, I smiled and gave in, saying that was fine.
So Liu Feihe began to dispatch personnel, asking twelve guards to guard the courtyard, A Biao to watch over Master He Jiu in the living room, and the other servants to be busy with their own things, making tea, snacks, and handling logistics.
As for me, the task assigned to me was similar to that of A Biao. I was only responsible for protecting Master He Jiu, and I didn't need to worry about other things.
I was feeling relaxed and picked up a piece of cake to eat. I saw Master Liu Feihe and his disciples whispering and discussing something. I walked to the door and found that the fog was getting closer and closer and was less than ten meters away from here.
A paper man stood in the mist, appearing and disappearing, and looked eerie.
The guards guarding the yard had obviously never seen such a scene before. Their faces turned pale and they all looked terrified.
At this time, Master Liu Feihe and his apprentice finally finished their whispers, and the five of them came to the courtyard.
The He family's ancestral home covers a vast area, and the yard alone is several times larger than an ordinary family's villa.
Liu Feihe put his hands behind his back and walked around the yard a few times before choosing a place. One of his disciples immediately began to insert small flags into the ground.
This flag is a palm-sized command flag made of yellow cloth, usually used when deploying troops.
Another disciple brought out a wooden box and opened it. Inside was a row of neatly arranged white nails, about an inch long.
At this time, He Jiuye and A Biao also came out of the house and asked curiously: "What is that ?"
The man surnamed Meng smiled mysteriously and said, "This is a bone nail!" Then he took out a bone nail in his hand.
He Jiuye and A Biao were outsiders and were stunned by him. In fact, this was not a white bone nail, but just a chicken bone nail.
The real bone nails are made from human bones, and they are also carved with spells and refined through complicated processes. They are extremely rare.
The chicken bone nail can be said to be a simplified version of the white bone nail.
Chicken is a creature with very strong yang energy. The yang energy of chicken blood and chicken bones will not dissipate even after being taken out for a year.
There is an old saying among the people, "kill the chicken to scare the monkey", in fact, this saying was originally spread from our industry.
The so-called killing the chicken to scare the monkey does not mean to make the monkey afraid when seeing the chicken being killed, but to kill the chicken so that the monkey, which is very sensitive to Yang energy, can sense the sudden and violent fluctuation of Yang energy in the chicken, causing a huge shock to it!
I didn't say anything, I just watched.
The man surnamed Meng buried the chicken bone nails one by one in the soil. Seeing that I was looking at it carefully, he sneered and said, "Do you understand it?"
"It's just the Sanyang Lingding Formation." I replied.
The man surnamed Meng's face changed and his lips moved as if he was about to say something. At this moment, the guards in front suddenly made a commotion.
"Come here, come here!"
It turned out that the fog had spread to the outside of the courtyard gate, and the paper figure was getting closer and closer. At this time, her face could be seen clearly. It was painted delicately and exquisitely, and her appearance was pretty. It was indeed the appearance of He Qianxue, the second daughter of the He family.
But this face on the paper man’s head always feels indescribably eerie.
He Jiuye was furious: "Whoever kills her will be rewarded handsomely!"
Liu Feihe hurriedly said: "No!"
But it was too late. Two guards, eager to receive the reward, drew their standard short sticks, shouted loudly, and pounced on him.
Suddenly, a thick fog rolled in and the two men were swallowed up and disappeared.
The others even called out the two's names, but there was no response at all. The surroundings were silent, with only the paper figure standing there, swaying slightly.
