Zuo Xiaohan immediately stood up straight after the other party disappeared, his expression turning grave.
"A thatched hut, black soil, the scene in the first picture has appeared. Next is digging a hole. I wonder who the two people digging a hole in the picture are?”
Zuo Xiaohan thought for a moment. The other party seemed to have admiration for him. Whether it was fake or sincere, he temporarily pretended to be polite to him.
Only a fool would believe it.
This Daoist didn't have many days left to live.
He wanted to see if he could get some benefits from the other party.
A Daoist priest who could cast a spell to resurrect his soul must have some real ability.
Zuo Xiaohan's biggest weakness was that his personal strength was too weak. He had no choice but to act as if he was treading on thin ice and think of all ways to increase his side's chances of winning.
Grasp every opportunity around you and make good use of everyone you can.
One wrong step and he would lose the whole game, so he had to be careful.
Thinking of this, he secretly touched a cloth bag in his arms.
There were two catties of glutinous rice inside.
Before coming to the bamboo forest, Zuo Xiaohan took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and find it.
In the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.
Coughing sounds could be heard from time to time in the thatched cottage. Zuo Xiaohan was guarding outside the cottage alone. She felt a chill all over her body when the cold water blew on her.
"That Daoist has brought all his magic tools into the house. I wonder if there are any charms that can drive away corpses. If there's a chance to get one or two of them, I'll be able to protect myself more.”
Zuo Xiaohan thought about it for a moment and decided to sneak into the thatched cottage to take a look.
Unfortunately, he did not have the chance for the time being.
He saw a few torches placed on a bench in front of the thatched hut. His eyes lit up and he shouted,"Immortal Master, it's already late. Shall I light the torch first?”
"Cough cough…light it up, they're coming.”
Coughing sounds came from the room, but it quickly returned to silence.
Just as Zuo Xiaohan fixed the two lit torches on the branches, a crisp sound suddenly came from inside the house. A moment later, a painful and low voice called out," Zuo Xiaohan, come in quickly..."
"Immortal Master, are you calling me?"
"Come in quickly…"
Zuo Xiaohan did not expect someone to bring him a pillow just as he was about to doze off.
At first, he was still puzzled. He waited in front of the thatched hut for a while until he heard the urging sound from inside again. Then, he pretended to be anxious and pushed the door open.
What happened in the room completely overturned his understanding.
The black-robed Daoist, who he thought was very capable, was now as weak as a three-year-old child and fell to the ground in front of the table.
His face was covered in cold sweat, and his skin was a deathly gray.
"This…"
If one were to look at it from the perspective of an ordinary person, they would be able to deduce that the black-robed Daoist was in a very bad situation.
"Immortal Master, what's wrong?"
"Cough cough, help me up…"
Zuo Xiaohan helped him up attentively, then his gaze fell on the table under the oil lamp.
It was originally just an ordinary wooden table, but at this moment, it was filled with all kinds of talismans. There was even a drawing that stopped halfway.
There was a red pen beside it, and next to it was an open book.
Zuo Xiaohan only took a glance and was secretly shocked because the cover of this book was too similar to the book he got from the morgue.
If it wasn't for the fact that the title page was filled with symbols and patterns, and the handwriting was also written with a brush, he would have thought that it was the same book.
"How did this happen?"
Zuo Xiaohan pondered for a moment, and he seemed to have a kind of realization in his heart.
"Could it be that the book I got from the morgue had its origin flowing out from here?”
He secretly suppressed the surprise in his heart. While helping the black-robed Taoist to the bench, his arm accidentally knocked against the table.
The book fell to the ground.
"Sorry, I'll pick it up now.”
Zuo Xiaohan apologized profusely.
Without waiting for the other party to reply, he bent down and grabbed the ancient book on the ground.
At the same time, he used his body to stand between the book and the Daoist, blocking his vision.
In this fleeting moment, he quickly flipped through the book. Finally, his gaze fell on the cover of the secret technique of Mao Mountain. His heart was like a raging storm.
"This…is it really the same book?”
The only difference was that the one Zuo Xiaohan got in Yuan Shikong was a simplified version, while this Mao Mountain secret technique was the master version, or rather, the complete version.
Vaguely, Zuo Xiaohan seemed to have seen the words " Reincarnation, Refinement, and Resurrection " in the gaps of the last few pages of the book when he was flipping through it.
"This black-robed Daoist has a hidden illness. Could there be another reason for him to help the Zhou Manor's patriarch resurrect his only son?”
This thought flashed across Zuo Xiaohan's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Immortal Master, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault for knocking over your things.”
Zuo Xiaohan apologized again and pretended to be ignorant as he put the secret technique of Mao Mountain back on the wooden table.
When he raised his head, he saw the Taoist in black staring at him warily. He seemed displeased." Why are you so careless? Just wait at the side. Forget it, you go out first. Don't come in unless I call you."”
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