Gurgle - an inappropriate grunt broke the beautiful scenery as beautiful as this scroll.

"You've woken up long ago?" Fang Xueyao asked, staring at Duan Minghui's face in her arms.

The latter opened his face, touched his stomach, and smiled bitterly and nodded. Fang Xueyao was not annoyed, and leaned into his ear and said, "Did you feel comfortable lying just now?"

"Comfortable." Duan Minghui nodded.

"It's good to be comfortable, but you've pressed my legs so numb. How are you going to compensate me?" she asked.

"Then how do you want to compensate?" He had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, she continued, "I want you to carry me back!"

"No, it's more than ten miles of mountain road, and the road is still so difficult to walk..." he complained.

"Why don't you?" Her voice rose.

"No, of course I would like to ask, my Queen." He leaned down and invited.

"Have you discovered anything?" Fang Xueyao leaned against Duan Minghui's back and asked in his ear.

"Three large sacks are packed in leather boxes, with plastic bags inside. They are insect-proof and moisture-proof on the outside. They are all brand new 100-yuan bills, probably hundreds of millions. We, Deputy Mayor Qiao, are indeed filial sons. After becoming an official and making money, they put them in the coffin of their family. There is no one else in this filial piety!" Duan Minghui said while panting.

"You read that right? A sack of money is probably seventy or eighty kilograms. Can he carry it to such a long mountain road alone?" Fang Xueyao asked in disbelief.

"He won't take it in batches? And even if he really wants to get it in one go, with the encouragement of money, a sack of 70 or 80 kilograms and a mountain road of nearly ten miles may not be able to reach it." Duan Minghui said.

"Even if you take it in batches, you have to dig the grave and dig out the coffin. This project is not small if you do it alone." Fang Xueyao said.

"If digging soil can get so much money, I guess there are not many people in the country who are unwilling to do it." Duan Minghui said gasping.

"Hey, your physical fitness is not good. If you think about my grandfather's level, first of all, you have to practice your physical fitness well. If you can't get through three moves under his hands, I advise you not to make any decisions about me. He is a famous "San Fang move", which means that only if you can take his three moves, he can give you a chance to talk, otherwise he will not even be able to look at you directly, let alone negotiate." Fang Xueyao said.

"Sister, I'm just a Taoist priest, why do you have to force me to practice martial arts?" Duan Minghui said with a frown.

"Who made you want to marry me?" Fang Xueyao hit him with discomfort.

When the two returned to the old village chief's house, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. After having late lunch, they were all past four o'clock in the afternoon. After discussing, they decided to stay here for another day and leave the mountain again tomorrow.

That night, the two of them were still sleeping in the same room and on the same bed, so they could not help but touch each other. However, because Fang Xueyao's relatives had not left, they did not dare to make too much moves, so that they would not get angry and both of them felt uncomfortable.

After finally waiting for Fang Xueyao to fall asleep, Duan Minghui changed into a more comfortable position and entered a dream.

The first random dream encounters the poisonous mummy in the world again. Fortunately, it was a bit far away from it before, so it was not stepped on by its big feet at the first time.

"Be careful, Xiaohui!" The senior sister Ma Xiaoling's concerning voice came again in his ears. Speaking of which, almost every time he entered this world, he would hear her call "Be careful", which was almost the bgm of this world.

By the way, he did not choose to retreat immediately, but instead tentatively threw out a fireball talisman. After a loud sound, the flames dissipated. The big guy was indeed nothing, but he was hit so hard that his movements were stagnant. He took the opportunity to take a step back, and the safe distance between the two was even greater. After a few times, the big guy actually did nothing for him!

Of course, he had no choice but to do it. Fireball Talisman, Ice Talisman, Wind Blade Talisman, Earth Pillar Talisman, ** Talisman, hallucination Talisman, corpse-calling Talisman, and evil-exorcist. All the talismans that can be thrown up were thrown up. There was no effect, but it was not that there was no effect at all. At least those fireball Talisman, ice Talisman, and wind blade Talisman can stop it. The ground pillar Talisman that rises from the ground can slow down its pursuit speed. The corpse Talisman can make it stagnate, and the evil-exorcist can burn its skin. However, like ** Talisman, hallucination Talisman, etc., attack the soul, is useless at all. Perhaps as the potionist Kelly said, this guy has no soul at all, so he is not afraid of soul attacks.

Wait, without soul, is it a puppet? A puppet made of flesh and blood? I can do it, so how about puppet art. Why don’t you try it? No matter it, you won’t die anyway. He took a few steps back, opened the distance from the muffled mummy, bit his fingers, and quickly painted it on the palm of his left hand.

There are roughly two types of puppet techniques, one acts on living objects and the other acts on dead objects. Puppet techniques that act on living objects are like the puppet cards that Duan Minghui used before. They are used to absorb the information of the person being cast and use their own ideas to suppress their own independent thoughts, thereby achieving the purpose of controlling their body. Advanced puppet techniques can even suppress their independent consciousness while retaining the other party's memory, habits, and instinctive skills to control the person being cast. For example, the famous "puppet Gu" in Miaojiang and the "puppet Surrender" in the Nanyang Head Reduction Technique.

The puppet technique that acts on dead objects is more like a "transformation technique", which is to give some inanimate things the ability to transform and move, such as the famous magical power in Taoism "scattering beans to become soldiers". The more famous among the people is "refining corpses", which artificially chooses a place that is strong in the Yin, so that the corpse will die without rotting, and turn it into controlled and invulnerable zombies.

The puppet card that Duan Minghui used before was naturally useless to deal with this mummy. What he is trying to use now is the puppet technique on the Maoshan secret book of the Toad Spirit King Dao Ling obtained from the world. The core principle of its spell casting is to use spells and props to force his will to the subject, so as to achieve the purpose of suppressing his own consciousness and controlling his body.

As soon as the blood curse containing Duan Minghui's will hit the body of the Fu Du mummy, he felt that his will meet a powerful and evil will. The will was not the will of the Fu Du mummy itself, but the will of a spellcaster in the distance. Duan Minghui knew that it should be the top leaders of the witch alliance that controlled the Fu Du mummy. Judging from the value of the Fu Du mummy, the controller is likely to be their leader.

Confrontation of will is confrontation of the heart, and the test of persistence in the belief of victory. It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with the overall strength of the soul, but it has little to do with it. Just like two soldiers with little difference in strength meet on the battlefield, those who survive are often those who have strong desire to win and firm belief in victory. Sometimes even if the strength of the two sides is very different, those who survive victory are very likely to be the one who dares to fight and dares to sacrifice.

Willpower has always been Duan Minghui's shortcomings. He has always traveled through various dream worlds with a game mentality. He does not have a strong mentality of winning and strong, which leads to smooth sailing when bullying opponents with weak power. But once he encounters an opponent with a small difference in strength, his first thought is not to fight bravely, but to run away. This is determined by both the peaceful environment of his life and his own personality.

Now he is facing such a choice again. His opponent's strength is obviously not weak, and he is even much stronger than him. Should he fight to the death or escape?
Chapter completed!