What does the surrender need to harm people? What are the methods they usually use?

These two issues are actually related to the media.

Just like the methods of the local metaphysical school of China, talisman paper, tribute incense, pen and ink, and all kinds of things can be regarded as mediums.

If you manipulate an injustice to harm others, this injustice is the medium.

The sectarians are no exception. Their media is similar to those of Chinese local sects.

Thinking about it afterwards, the head master called four evil deeds at once. It shouldn't be called without any complicated process. I don't understand the spells he used, but I feel that the medium he used should be

The cat carries something out.

This is similar to the metaphysical methods in our country. The more powerful the things are, the more complicated they are to be manipulated. This is the unchanging death rule for the ages.

"Meow..." The cat's back arched high, biting the black thing that looked like a tree bark, staring at the only two remaining evil spirits, hissing

He kept screaming.

At this moment, the evil of the dead seemed to feel great pain, and they all sat on the ground and hugged their heads and howled. With a bang, a few pieces of wood popped up on the floor inserted by the dagger.

The dagger also broke away from the floor and completely separated from the formation.

Simply put, this situation means that the only formation that can protect us has completely failed, and the Fengtian formation has been broken......

"Ahhhhh!!!!" One of the evil men of the dead screamed loudly, stood up suddenly, and rushed forward with a weird movement. Before we could react, it looked like black

Wu's palm had already grabbed Big Teeth's arm, and a biting coldness quickly emanated from the palm of the evil spirit of the Death.

I don't know what Daya feels at this time, but I guess he must be very uncomfortable.

His skin began to turn pale quickly, as if he had been thrown into a freezer, and his whole body suddenly shivered, as if he was frozen in place, and he could not even do the move of resistance.

"Is this the evil of death... Damn... this is the sight of the situation?!" I gritted my teeth and let the nose bleeding flow out wildly, and I shouted at the cat

He said, "Come here!! Hurry!!! Give me the things!!!"

The relationship between cats and me is not something that can be covered. Although it cannot understand what I say and I cannot understand what it says, the spiritual communication between us has never stopped.

In normal times, the general content of our spiritual communication is mainly about complaining and insulting each other, making a fight, etc., but today I feel that our communication is about to be sublimated.

Because the cat actually understood what I said, and ran over well and put the things in his mouth next to me, this was completely different from its usual reaction that it pretended to be inaudible.

"Master!! Throw the dagger to me!!"

Hearing my shout, the master did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly threw the dagger that fell to the ground at his feet to me, looking at the big teeth that were grabbed by the evil demon of death, and was anxious.

Can't speak.

"Damn it!!! Break it for me!!!"

I shouted, raised my dagger and inserted it hard on the black "tree bark" in front of me. The blade penetrated the thing smoothly, inserted it directly into the floor, nailing it tightly.

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At the same time, two sounds of similar explosions rang out in the house. The only two remaining evil spirits of death suddenly exploded like bombs in their bodies. First, they turned into something with the explosion.

A black fog then puzzled us, and disappeared from our sight in almost a blink of an eye.

Only then did I realize that the two bamboo pieces that had previously collected the evil of death were also blown into pieces, and the injustice in it was probably completely disappeared with the explosion.

"It turns out that this is just like a formation... Just break the sight of the situation..." I said excitedly: "This kind of evil thing... Nayang Sha

The dagger attached to the Qi is the most suitable one... Let's win!!!"

The master smiled bitterly and shook his head and said.

"We lost."

"You guys lost." This was the voice of a middle-aged man, with a slightly weird accent, just like a foreigner learning Chinese. While he was speaking, something familiar held the back of my head.

If I guess correctly, this should be a pistol, no wonder why I feel so familiar...

I wiped the blood from my nose with my sleeve that was gradually stopping, and asked with a smile: "Nakatu Gate?"

"It's me." Nakatumen smiled: "Sir, you have a lot of skills. You can actually break my Mota."

"You are not very capable, and you dare to come to this tiger den alone to play beheading." I also laughed. Perhaps because I was too tired, I was not nervous at all, but instead felt a little sleepy.

Big teeth had already fallen into a coma, and there was a black handprint in the place where he was previously held by the evil spirit of death. Fortunately, the handprint was slowly becoming shallow, so he should be fine.

"We underestimate you." The master smiled bitterly, sitting on the ground and looking at me in this direction: "You won this game, we will admit defeat."

Hearing this, Nakatumen laughed wildly, and the laughter became louder and louder.

"Brother, can I turn around and see what you look like?" I said helplessly: "At least I have to let me know what the person who killed me looks like, right?"

"Don't move, otherwise I will shoot." Nakatumen said with a smile: "Since you can break my subduction skills, then you are not that simple, and I dare not underestimate you."

"Your head-sucking technique is really powerful. You almost died after just breaking the two evil deeds." I shrugged: "But I feel that you can't hold on, right?"

"After all, everything has a limit. I feel that you have used such a powerful thing, maybe..."

Nakatumen interrupted me and hit the back of my head with a gun: "You are right to hide this from me, otherwise I wouldn't use a gun to deal with you."

"If you kill us, we have to pay our lives. I didn't joke with you." I didn't care about the gun on the back of my head, raised my hand and rubbed my eyes: "Since you've played with all your life, then you won't have any more.

If you are strong, I guess you will die in this city and pay us your life.”

Hearing this, Nakatumen was silent for a moment, and a series of words we couldn't understand rushed out of his mouth. I guess he was cursing in Thai dialect, because this feeling was the same as my swearing.

of.

"Mr. God of Wealth is ready, I will not die!!!" Nakatumen roared.

"So why are you excited?" I asked curiously.

"You dare to destroy my Akatalu?!"

Even if I don’t look at Nakatumen’s face, I can feel his anger. It’s no exaggeration to say that I feel like he wants to kill me with one shot now.

The thing he said should be in Thai. I can only remember vaguely that it was Akatalu's sound, and it may also be a bit deviant. After all, I was in a bad situation at that time and was very dizzy.

What this grandson said should be the bark that was picked up by the cat.

Could it be that their surrender is similar to some Chinese evil magic, and will be backfired if it is broken?

This should be the case, otherwise this grandson would not be so anxious.

The head master is a profession that shortens life. A few years later, I have learned a little. There are very few head masters who seem to be able to live long, and the head masters who often make people suffer from harming others seem to have not lived past fifty years old.

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At that time, Nakatu Sect was anxious about me, probably because I broke the situation on the basis of his life-saving break, which seemed to have made this grandson lose more.

It’s normal to backlash, not to mention that manipulating injustice and harming people is a blasphemy that makes people play tricks on the ghost, and it’s very reasonable to be punished by God.

"I said, don't be anxious for now, I think we can talk." I said, slowly putting my hand into my pants pocket, intending to kill him with something that protects my life. Although I will shorten my life, I am also concerned about it now.

Nothing else is allowed.

I'm almost gone, and I'm still afraid of losing my life?!

"If I were you, I wouldn't have chosen to put my hand in my pocket to fight back." Nakatumen said, his fingers seemed to have pulled the trigger, and it only took me a second...

Suddenly, a familiar growl slowly came into our ears.

"Whoever dares to touch him...who will die..."

This is not the voice of Little Buddha, but it should be here to help us, it should be...

Why is this sound so familiar...

I thought about it blankly, and I felt my head hurt violently again because I thought of something that I shouldn't remember.

At this time, the master was already stunned, looking at the direction behind me with a complicated expression. I didn't know what he saw, but I could see the word shock in his eyes.

The Nakatumen seemed a little panicked, wanting to look back and see who it was, but before he could turn his head, he heard a gunshot, and the Nakatumen standing behind me fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, my fingers didn't have time to react when I was shot in my head. This idiot still talks so much, so he deserves to die at your hands." The little Buddha's grim smile came over, as if he was following another

When the person was talking, he was still patting the person on the shoulder: "My last name is Hai, you have a good marksmanship."

The surname is...Hai?

"No wonder the sound is so familiar... It turns out..." I sat on the ground crying and laughing without looking back, because I am really afraid to face someone I don't want to face now.

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Or, I have no face to face someone.

I have become like this now, he must not recognize me, right?

Last time I stabbed him...will he hate me...what is wrong...he should hate me!!

The more you hate me, the safer he is!! But why did he come here?!!

I was still talking crazy about things I couldn't even hear clearly, but I felt someone patting my shoulder, leaning against me, sitting on the ground with my familiar smell.

"wood."

I buried my head and didn't dare to speak.

"Don't leave me alone..."

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Today, I was very fast in code. I was excited to update two big chapters, but I found that the network was broken and I couldn't connect. I was really helpless.

Now it has finally been updated. I apologize to everyone who is waiting for updates.
Chapter completed!