Thin white and golden threads shuttle back and forth between the two,

at the same time,

Old Taoist priest, the white threads and golden threads on Li Qingmiao's body are getting smaller and smaller!

The white lines that connect the giant pale hand to the energy veins of heaven and earth are also decreasing accordingly.

They sew, sew,

One after another, the pale giant hands were separated from the energy of heaven and earth as the fate collided and squeezed.

The energy veins of heaven and earth are no longer fixed by the giant hand and are flowing again.

And in the ghost craftsman’s sense,

The current destiny is still "nine taels and nine coins", so it has not changed at all.

But how to know,

After my destiny of ‘nine taels and nine coins’,

In fact, a huge ‘tumor’ has grown,

This tumor keeps squeezing out the matching, normal fates of young people and old Taoist priests, letting itself take their place!

This tumor is constantly eating away at the ghost craftsman’s life.

The fate that was originally connected to the energy of heaven and earth and became extremely powerful began to become incomplete!

That tumor occupies most of the area of ​​the 'Fate Puzzle'. It caters to the ghost craftsman's fate, so that when the ghost craftsman senses himself, he can always sense the fate of 'nine taels and nine coins'!

until——

The giant pale hand interweaves a layer of mottled fabric between the craftsman and the farmer.

As this layer of cloth interweaves,

The last giant pale hand,

It also fell off from the energy of heaven and earth and shrank into the sleeves of the ghost craftsman.

Qingmiao, the old Taoist priest's body has completely no threads sewn into it.

"Hahaha!

Free, free!" The old Taoist priest was overjoyed, but his condition was obviously very wrong and his memory was missing.

he laughed,

Pishou took the altar wood from Su Wu's hand.

——It seems that even if you lose your memory,

But he still knows how to get his things back.

After taking back the altar wood,

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged next to Su Wu, his eyes rolling around, wondering what he was thinking.

The green shoots are still lying on the ground,

Two lines of clear tears flowed silently from the corners of his eyes.

Her breathing became smoother,

Blood gradually appeared on the pale and bloodless skin.

Master rubbed his hands repeatedly,

There is joy between his eyebrows and his eyes.

He picked up a pile of firewood and lit a life-saving fire on the spot.

The blazing fire also brings a warm comfort to the heart.

The darkness that was so invisible that it could even block the light from the fire completely dissipated when the energy of heaven and earth began to circulate again.

The blazing fire now,

It reflects the surrounding vegetation beautifully.

Outside the deserted village, it was no longer as thick as ink, but the outline of the mountains outside the village gradually appeared.

So far,

The trick has actually been passed.

Both the Zao team and the old Taoist priests can safely walk to the boundary outside the village.

There will be no more obstacles.

However, now that the eldest disciple is still entangled by the ghost craftsman, it is impossible for Li Yueshan to leave the eldest disciple and leave.

He whistled and called the two big animals to come over.

First, the disciples who were still in a coma were moved onto the platoon car one by one.

and moved away the things left in the village,

Everything is ready,

The master glanced at the old Taoist priest sitting motionless next to him.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the large network of intertwined red lines,

The 'farmer' and the craftsman stand opposite each other.

The 'farmer' only has one complete human skin,

Its inside was completely filled with Su Wu’s ghost hands,

at this time,

A layer of colorful cloth extends from the farmer's skin,

Wrap the ghost craftsman in front of you.

The stars are pale and dull,

It was dark all around.

The ghost craftsman stood on tiptoes on the red thread net, stretched out his hand to grab the farmer's hand, and the red threads extending around him retracted and intertwined to form a red cloth, which was draped over its head, covering its terrifying face with nine eyes.

.

It pulls the 'peasant',

Step forward towards the darkness.

As it pulls the peasants forward,

The viscous black liquid filling the farmer's skin also slowly retracted backwards,

If so,

The ghost craftsman only pulled up a layer of limp human skin.

Pulling the piece of human skin blown by the wind, facing away from the ghost hands that twisted into dragons and snakes in the darkness, they walked towards the distance.

Each thread is white, gold or black,

As the human skin escaped from the ghost's hand,

And gradually emerged between ghost hands and human skin.

The silk threads are connected to form a colorful bridge of threads,

The ghost hand is at this end of the bridge,

The ghost craftsman is on the other side of the bridge,

In the middle is the 'peasant' who has turned into a limp human skin.

The ghost craftsman pulled the farmer less than ten feet away, and then he realized that what he was pulling was just a skin bag.

"Mr. Lang..."

The eerie call sounded across the sky and the earth.

It loosened its grip on human skin,

Let the human skin swing back and forth between the strings,

turn around,

The face under the red hijab faces the ghostly hand on the other side.

The ghost craftsman's head suddenly elongated,

Each pale little hand also detached itself from the body and suddenly became huge,

With various colored threads,

Surrounded by ghost hands.
To be continued...