My weird life

Boom, boom, boom!

Gray fog lingers around,

A black flag with a red background hangs from the sky, swinging behind the altar with many animal bones, human heads, and even bloody human limbs!

The 'Master Wutou', who had a fleshy face, wore a black robe, and a black turban on his head, put his sword finger between his eyebrows, and violently trampled the Eight Immortals Table under his feet, making a dull sound!

This 'Master Wutou' stood on a high platform made up of seven layers of Eight Immortals tables stacked on top of each other.

Every time the soles of his feet stepped on the Eight Immortals Table, the seven-story high platform made an overwhelmed groan, and the seven Eight Immortals Tables trembled uncontrollably!

suddenly!

‘Master Wutou’ opened his eyes, opened his mouth and sprayed a bloody arrow onto a blank tablet made of white paper folded on the altar!

Blood arrows splashed on the empty tablet,

A row of Chinese characters actually formed - 'Birthday at noon on June 15th of such and such a year' - and the blood actually outlined Su Wu's birth date on the tablet!

Seeing the birthday figures displayed on the tablet, a smile appeared on the face of 'Master Wutou'. At the four corners of the Eight Immortals Table where he stood, there was a young man with his feet on the corners of the table. They constantly adjusted their postures to make the center of gravity of the Eight Immortals Table. Keep it steady so it doesn't collapse instantly.

Seeing ‘Master Wutou’ smile on his face,

The sturdy young man standing in the northeast corner immediately asked: "Father, have you seen the birth date of that man?"

The ‘Master Wutou’ whom he called his father nodded.

He said with a gloomy expression: "This pair of masters and disciples from Lushan Mountain in Youzhou are indeed very capable - it is basically impossible to go head-to-head with them and defeat them!

but,

They were so powerful that they underestimated the world's magic and were arrogant - the young Taoist didn't even flinch when faced with the 'Evil God's Palanquin'. There was no defense between his mind, spirit and consciousness, and he was directly carried back by the 'Evil God's Palanquin'. His birthday and horoscope!

Now, I will ask the Red Evil God to descend on me.

Pay homage to his tablet!

See if I don’t worship him to death!

I must let the bearded man have a taste of what it feels like to lose a beloved disciple! "

A look of sorrow flashed through the eyes of Master Wutou. The short and sturdy Master Wutou took off four flags from the altar and threw them into the air above the altar. At the same time, he chanted a mantra: " Red Evil God, Red Evil God, please come to my door now. My door is on the east side of the road, and there are thousands of immortal pines in front of it..."

Master Wutou recited the incantation in a long tone,

The sentences in his mouth that were originally relatively clear gradually became vague and blurry.

Some cold and incomprehensible syllables were mixed into the normal sentences.

A chilly feeling rippled around the seven-story Eight Immortals Table.

The four young men standing at the four corners of the Eight Immortals Table kept changing their postures, shuddering in the cold and strange rhyme. The moment Master Wutou finished reciting the long spell, the lingering rhyme suddenly became extremely rich. !

The blood flowing in the gray mist suddenly became thicker,

A pair of pale palms stretched out from the void, caressing the neck of the strong young man who had just called 'Master Wutou' as his father.

The sturdy young man's eyes widened,

Standing upright at the corner of the Eight Immortals Table,

As if his soul had been taken away, Mu Mu stood there blankly.

Boom!

Master Wutou stamped his foot,

The seven-story Eight Immortals Table shook and trembled.

This dull sound seemed to have a special power, and it immediately made the sturdy young man come back from his state of being lost, and looked at Master Wutou in front of the altar in horror, his father: "Dad , Dad, you, you, you—you only have one son now!"

"do not be afraid!

This time, the young Taoist must be sure of his death.

You'll be fine!

I just want to lend you my body for now.

My son, just think that you have slept! "

Master Wutou turned to look at the burly young man, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to the burly young man with firm eyes.

The strong young man cried sadly: "Father, you are risking my life.

If anything goes wrong——"

"You are my eldest son, I will not let you make any mistakes.

no matter what,

I have to save your life,

Don't worry! "A cold and mysterious feeling wrapped around his neck, and a feeling as if a pair of cold hands were caressing his neck emerged at this moment. He was anxious, but his eyes when he looked at the strong young man were more resolute and determined.

Seeing his eyes,

The sturdy young man finally suppressed the fear in his heart, pursed his lips, and said after a long time: "Father, it all depends on you! My son's life is all in your hands!"

Master Wutou nodded vigorously.

The sturdy young man closed his eyes again.

The moment he closed his eyes, his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and his body stood at the corner of the Eight Immortals Table, frozen there, as if his soul had been taken away.

The cold and strange feeling wrapped around Master Wutou's neck, and the feeling as if a pair of cold hands were caressing his neck, suddenly disappeared at this moment. Master Wutou faced the white paper tablet,

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in my heart,

He turned around and saw his son, who was frozen at the corner of the table.

then,

He also picked out a few arrows from the incense burner in the center of the altar, threw them into the air, and said: "Three altars, white, left and right, come with me to worship the tablets!"

Several command arrows fell down from the seven-story high platform,

Around the high platform,

Several other jet-black flags hidden in the mist began to tremble and tumble!

After doing this, Master Wutou finally calmed down. He glanced at the other three disciples who were standing at the corner of the table and scolded: "Guard the Taoist altar!

If the Taoist altar collapses, you will be the first to die! "

"Yes!" the disciples responded one after another.

Master Wutou turned around, holding a stick of incense in his hand, and bowed respectfully towards the temporary tablet made of white paper.

On the several altars surrounding the main altar, Master Wutou with black cloth on his head was holding a stick of incense and facing the white card with "Su Wu's birth date" written on it. He bowed down respectfully.

at this time,

The Great Master of the Huntian Taoist Altar invited the ‘Red Evil God’ to attach himself to his beloved son and join the Huntian Taoist Altar.

As the 'Altar Master' in the Taoist altar, he can naturally use the power of the 'Red Evil God' listed in the Taoist altar. His current status is equivalent to the Red Evil God in the real world.

In this way, with the help of the personality of the 'Red Evil God', I respectfully bow to the destiny of a young Taoist - there is a high possibility that the other party will not be able to bear such a bow!

Only by relying on this important method,

Master Chuandu doesn’t even know how many opponents he has killed!

Now, because the Red Evil God chose the flesh shell of his son to attach himself to, he didn't want anything to happen to his only remaining son, so he naturally became more and more cautious in his actions to ensure nothing went wrong. For this reason, he made the few remaining altars different from his own. Let's 'worship the tablet' together!

After making so much preparation,

He was sure that after he bowed three times, the young Taoist priest behind the tablet would definitely die!

Nothing will go wrong!

Master Chuandu inserted the incense stick into the incense burner,

He knelt down on the table of the Eight Immortals, rested his forehead on the cold table, and slowly finished his prostrations.

A bow,

The white paper tablet on the altar began to burn.

Two obeisances,

The completely burnt white paper tablet was blown away by the cold wind, and a dark portal emerged from the altar.

Three prayers,

The door suddenly opened,

A pair of eyes blooming with bloody lotuses looked from the other side of the door to Master Wutou on the other side of the door - the great master of Chuandu!

The chill went straight to the top of Master Wutou's head,

He suddenly turned his head,

Looking at his own parent and son - the sturdy young man suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes were full of fear and fear, and in the next moment, his suddenly opened eyes exploded, and two fountains of blood flowed from the eye sockets. Rushing out!

A pale palm appeared behind the strong young man's neck,

Behind those pale palms, connected to the scarlet clothes,

The scarlet clothes covered the strong young man's body, and his body quickly shriveled up - his neck was seemingly weakly wrapped by pale hands, but purple bruises began to appear quickly on his neck!

"Hehe-ahhhh!"

The strong young man's legs left the table,

The seven-story high platform, which was already shaking slightly, was shaking even more violently!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

in the mean time,

The only three flags and banners left in the gray mist all collapsed one after another.

You can vaguely hear the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground and pieces of wood scattering!

The other three sub-altars all collapsed one after another after worshiping the young Taoist's birthday!

"Father-ah, Father-ah-"

The strong young man was wrapped around the neck by the pair of pale hands, and he was lifted up 'gently'. His legs were hanging in the air, and he was pushing hard. The eyes with gurgling blood were facing towards the position of Master Wutou. Master Wutou stretched out his hand!

Master Chuandu, the highest-ranking mage in the Huntian Taoist altar, saw his son reach out to him for help.

A huge feeling of powerlessness gathered in his chest!

"Master-Master!"

"altar!"

"The altar is going to collapse!"

"We can't hold on any longer!"

The Huntian Taoist disciples who were struggling to support themselves at the other three corners of the Eight Immortals Table finally couldn't help but speak out and shouted to Master Chuandu for help!

"Hold on!"

"You have to hold on!"

Master Chuandu turned his face and yelled angrily at the three disciples.

He turned back to look at his son who was struggling less and less vigorously. He looked at the corner of the table that was gradually tilting up after his son broke away. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he quickly ran towards the corner of the table to stabilize the crumbling altar. high tower,

Then he opened his mouth and bit the fingertips of his five fingers, and the five fingers of his left hand gushed out with blood, and grabbed his son's left leg, which was hanging in the air and was becoming increasingly powerless to struggle!

On the white cloth of his son's leggings, he drew strange bloody lines!

Master Chuandu immediately bit off the fingertips of his right hand, grabbed his son's right leg, and also drew strange lines!

He murmured in his mouth: "White Evil God, White Evil God, please come to my door now..."

One mantra has not been finished yet,

Master Wu Tou suddenly covered his face with his sleeves and began to cry sadly.

In the midst of crying,

Mixed with a thin, gloomy female voice: "I haven't been to the door for a hundred days. If I come to the door, someone will die. Today, white cloth is hung on the door of thousands of households, and bones are lying on the kang of thousands of households in the Ming Dynasty..."

The female voice mournfully sang intermittently in the gray mist.

Outside the gray fog,

A loud male voice boomed: "Look!

Someone once said that the possibility of attracting the red and white evil gods at the same time with the chaotic support method of the Huntian Taoist Temple is quite low - such a possibility has not yet caused them to attract a certain wild god and kill them all. The probability of disaster for everyone in the Taoist altar is high!

Now we are really going to attract the wild god!

The old ghosts from the Six Heavens—Huntian Taoist Altar and others!

Go under my sword,

Suffer death as expected! "