Walking in a small village full of mist, Yang Xuming pondered, trying to figure out the area guided by the 49 wooden plaques according to the method in the corpse removal technique.

Although he now also felt that the Yang family's corpse removal technique should be burned.

But he has actually tried it. This paper book doesn’t know what’s going on. The fire doesn’t burn and the knife doesn’t break. He even went to the steel mill and threw the paper book in the hot molten iron and took a bath. , And the result was unscathed when it came out.

Even Li Gui's power cannot be damaged.

Yang Xuming can only hide this book temporarily so as not to lose it.

At the very least, many of the things recorded above are still very useful.

At the very least, he can now use the witchcraft recorded above to figure out how Aunt Shao used his granddaughter to carry out the blood sacrifice ceremony.

Stepping on the fog in the morning, Yang Xuming walked towards the position under calculation.

It was a forest behind the small village. There were no tall trees inside. It was said to be a forest, but in fact it should be a bush, but there were a few trees more than two meters tall.

Yang Xuming walked through the bushes for a while, and the small village in the mist had disappeared behind him.

Then he stopped.

I saw the old man standing in the middle of the road ahead.

A rickety waist, a gloomy face, and a hoisting banner held tightly in his hand...

Seeing this old man, Yang Xuming smiled and said, "Aunt Shao? Why are you here?"

The old man who appeared cramped and restrained in Wang Ling's house had already removed his disguise at this time, standing there with a gloomy face, his wrinkled face looked hideous and terrifying.

It looks like an active old man's corpse.

She looked at Yang Xuming with a gloomy expression, and said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Xuming looked at the holy spirit banner she was holding tightly in her arms and said with a smile, "Wander around, the scenery here is good...what? Can outsiders not enter here?"

The old man looked at him with a gloomy expression and said coldly, "Don't pretend...You are the enemy the Bodhisattva said? You are here to harm the Bodhisattva!"

Yang Xuming tilted his head, a little confused, "Bodhisattva? You mean...Xu Xuan?"

After saying the name, Yang Xuming sighed, "What the **** did she tell you... You actually said she is a Bodhisattva... Does she look like a Bodhisattva? Ghost Bodhisattva?"

The old man was a little angry, "If you curse again, I will tear your mouth!"

Seeing the old man’s agitated and angry look, Yang Xuming waved his hand, "Okay, I won’t scold you, don’t get excited. Let’s explore what Xu Xuan promised you, and you are willing to be a bull for her. As a horse, even your granddaughter was sent out...you must get a lot of benefits, right?"

After Yang Xuming mentioned Wang Ling, the old man's expression suddenly stagnated.

It seems a little desperate.

After a few seconds, she cursed a little madly, "It's your shit! Get out of here! Get out of the distance! Get out of the Xuanshan group, otherwise, even if you have a Bodhisattva, I will kill you!"

The old man's scolding made Yang Xuming nod his head.

"Xu Xuan told you not to kill me? No wonder you came out to warn me, instead of hiding in the shadows and tricking me... Well, I understand her kindness."

"But since she can instruct you to do something, why won't she come out to see me?"

"Or……"

Yang Xuming stared at the homing banner in the arms of the old man, sneered again and again, "She is so weak that she can't come out now?"

The old man looked at him with a gloomy expression, and the wrinkles on his face were trembling crazily, as if he could no longer contain the excitement and anger in his heart.

She gritted her teeth tightly, and said grimly, "Get out of here! Get out! Get away! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Yang Xuming interrupted the other party with a smile, "Otherwise you are going to kill me? With my father's hoisting flag, are you going to kill me?"

"Can you do it?"

Yang Xuming's contemptuous provocation completely angered the manic old man.

She raised the hoist flag suddenly and shook it vigorously.

The two bells on the spirit banner collided, making a crisp bell.

However, the moment the bell rang, Yang Xuming's figure disappeared.

Disappeared in the eyes of the old man.

"It's useless," Yang Xuming's voice sounded in the air, "I can't do anything with the power of this homing flag."

The voice seemed to fade away.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face changed suddenly.

She quickly turned around and ran behind her.

The rickety old body ran hurriedly on the wet mountain road, gasping loudly so that people worried that she would die here in the next second.

But she finally ran to the destination.

In this small forest, there is a clearing covered with grass.

The area of ​​the open space is not large, about three meters in radius.

At this time, in the center of the clearing, stood a figure of a man.

The other party lowered his head. Looking at the soil underfoot, he said, "It should be here..."

The moment he saw Yang Xuming, the old man was anxious.

"Stay away from there!" she yelled angrily, "Don't stand on it!"

She rushed over with her spirit-bearing flags, and the crisp sound of bells rang quickly in the woods.

However, Yang Xuming in the clearing raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "Don't come here."

When the voice fell, the old man had already rushed over.

Then, her body sank suddenly, as if the mud under her feet had directly become hollow.

In an instant, the old man fell into the mud, and the entire body below the waist and abdomen was buried in the mud.

She tried to struggle, but the emptiness of mud solidified again, trapping her directly.

Her body below the waist and abdomen was squeezed and imprisoned by the mud, unable to move.

The expression became angry and manic.

"Get away!" She yelled at Yang Xuming in the air in the distance.

However, no matter how she scolded, Yang Xuming did not respond.

He just stood there, watching the old man being buried in the mud and immobile, and said, "As a flower grower, you should have some kind of utensil to control ghosts?"

"Why don't you use it? Instead, use my father's soul-raising banner... Those of your artifacts have been dedicated to Xu Xuan?"

"Used as a sacrifice for her birth?"

Shaking his head, Yang Xuming said, "I have reached this point. Fortunately, I came early."

"If I come here about half a month later, Xu Xuan should be able to be born completely, right?"

"It's terrible..."

He said, squatting down and placing his hands on the dirt in the clearing, "Fortunately, I came in time, just to prevent your evil plan from succeeding."

"By the way, it can also prevent the weak Xu Xuan from coming...Well, Sister Xuan, don't blame me for being cruel."

"The price of your birth is too high, the lives of the entire Xuanshan group, this kind of evil ritual that requires the sacrifice of dozens of people, if I don't care, then I really have no humanity."

"So... end it."

In the center of the open space, Yang Xuming whispered, "Today it is my turn to kill my wife to prove the truth."