"Travel according to the five mountains, and the eight seas will know."
"Demon King Bind Head, Guard My Xuan!"
“.....”
Outside the Ren residence, the black-robed man was hiding in a corner. There was still a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth. His fingers were placed in front of his chest as he silently chanted an incantation.
However, after a while, the black-robed man couldn't help but frown.
"What happened? This puppet is no longer under my control!”
The black-robed man's eyes were filled with doubt as he chanted the incantation again.
It wasn't that he couldn't sense it at all. It was just that based on what he knew now, the connection between him and Old Master Ren wasn't short, but he couldn't control Old Master Ren's body.
"He's been controlled?"
The black-robed man closed his eyes and chanted the incantation again. He picked up the straw doll in his hand and injected a portion of his primordial spirit into it.
The three words Ren Weiyong were also written on this straw doll.
The black-robed man had used this scarecrow to control Great-Grandfather Ren from afar.
"Let me see what's going on!”
The black-robed man began to feel a faint sense of unease. This unease stemmed from the fact that his years of hard work might soon be in vain.
He had been raising the corpse for twenty years before he turned into a black corpse.
If he couldn't control it now, then wouldn't he have been lonely for the past twenty years?
"Open!"
The black-robed man shouted loudly. After feeling his primordial spirit enter the straw doll, the black-robed man was dumbfounded.
It was indeed the Ren residence in front of him.
but
Why was this scene so strange?
Why did everyone around him look the same?
And if he remembered correctly, wasn't this person Ren Fa?
Why wasn't he dead yet?
.......
In the Ren residence, Ninth Uncle's sword stabbed right into Old Master Ren's eyelid. However, the peach wood sword that had absorbed the essence of the moon, coupled with the enhancement of the Daoist Nine Words Mantra, still blinded Old Master Ren in one eye.
However, it was not as serious as Ninth Uncle had imagined.
Normally, this strike would have been enough to shatter a zombie's head.
Now, Old Master Ren was only blind in one eye.
"Qiusheng, take the ink line!" Ninth Uncle shouted at Qiu Sheng when he saw that the peach wood sword was useless.
The ink line and the peach wood sword were of the same nature. The moment he learned that Old Master Ren had escaped, Qiu Sheng had already taken away everything that could be used.
Glutinous Rice, Peach Wood Sword, Great General Talisman, Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror, and the ink line made by Ninth Uncle.
Hearing Ninth Uncle's voice, Qiu Sheng calmed down. His eyes kept flickering. He nodded and took out an ink fountain from his pocket. He held an ink line and threw the ink fountain to Ninth Uncle.
"Master, catch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ink fountain was thrown out by Qiu Sheng. After Ninth Uncle took the ink fountain, he gave Qiu Sheng a look. The two of them pulled the ink line tightly at the same time and stood on the left and right sides of Old Master Ren.
Qiu Sheng waited for Ninth Uncle's gaze, and then he and Ninth Uncle circled around Old Master Ren. When the ink thread stuck to Old Master Ren's body, it was like hundreds of detonators exploding at the same time.
"Roar!"
Great-Grandfather Ren roared in pain. After being bound by the ink thread, his entire body was steaming with black murderous aura, as if a pot of black ink had been boiled.
"It seems like someone is controlling him!" Ninth Uncle frowned and looked at the struggling Old Master Ren." Otherwise, how could there be any reason to retreat when a blood relative is in front of us!”
Qiusheng and Ninth Uncle ran a few more rounds around Great-grandfather Ren with the ink thread in their hands, tying him up tightly. They only stopped when they knew that Great-grandfather Ren could not move.
"Master, what should we do? Can't we use a charm to freeze him?" Qiu Sheng put down the ink thread in his hand and prepared to take out the General Talisman he had brought.
However, just as he reached into his pocket, he felt something familiar.
"No! He was currently being controlled by someone. The Great General Talisman could not stop him!”Ninth Uncle shook his head. At the same time, he thought that cremating him now would only melt the ink lines on his body. At that time, it was not impossible for Old Master Ren to escape again after he regained his freedom of movement.
"Unless we deal with the person controlling it first and make it lose control, then we can stop him!”
"Otherwise, if we stop it a few times, the person controlling Old Master Ren will also forcefully control its body to remove the Great General Talisman!”
Release the control?
Qiu Sheng looked at Great-grandfather Ren in a daze. At this moment, Great-grandfather Ren was tied up by the ink thread, but both of them knew that this was not a long-term solution. In two to three minutes, the ink thread would be broken by Great-grandfather Ren.
"I got it!"
Qiu Sheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took out the remaining mushroom from his pocket.
The last time he put the mushroom in Ah Wei's cup, Qiu Sheng took it back. Otherwise, Ah Wei wouldn't have been fooled when he saw the mushroom in the cup.
It was also because of this that Qiu Sheng still kept it until now.
From what Ninth Uncle said, the current Old Master Ren was equivalent to a puppet. Even if he was not a zombie, he could still kill and suck blood.
However, who said that removing the control had to kill the person behind the scenes?
"Qiusheng, what are you doing? Come back quickly. It's dangerous!”When Ninth Uncle saw Qiusheng suddenly say that he had a solution, a glimmer of hope flashed across his eyes. However, seeing Qiusheng and Old Master Ren so close to each other, he could not help but worry for him.
"Don't worry, Master!" Qiu Sheng agreed casually. At this moment, Great-grandfather Ren was roaring angrily. He casually threw the mushroom in his hand into Great-grandfather Ren's mouth.
The roar stopped abruptly.
Ninth Uncle and Qiusheng hurriedly retreated. Both of them held their breaths and looked at Great-grandfather Ren.
Success or failure depended on this one move!
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