Everyone avoided me, so I was no exception, but I could watch from afar like Mr. Wu and others. I saw Yang Yuanshan take off a yellow cloth bag from his back and say it was a piece, which seemed to be holding a long strip of things, more than three feet long.

"Clang!"

The hard ground was thrown so casually by Yang Yuanshan. The yellow cloth strip was inserted into the ground with a sound, and then without taking a look, he strode to the old man Zhou's birthday coffin.

At this moment, Yang Yuanshan actually looked back and was touched by Yang Yuanshan's gaze. Everyone unconsciously took a few steps back. Only then did Yang Yuanshan turn around.

What Yang Yuanshan said just now is what five thunder fingers should be used to hit the five thunder stones in the cloth bag at the turtle blood nail. I don’t know what will happen next, so I dare not blink and stare at Yang Yuanshan’s changes.

Yang Yuanshan did not move forward, but came to the altar, reached out to pull out three pillars of fragrance to light them, and inserted them into the incense burner. At this point, Yang Yuanshan stared at the three pillars of fragrance without moving. Time disappeared bit by bit, but he was as unmoved as an old monk entering a meditation. This made us all confused and didn't know what he was doing.

Until the three small pieces of incense ash gradually bent, and then broke silently and fell, Yang Yuanshan immediately raised his hands, and his five fingers on his left hand closed his palms. When the five fingers on his right hand trembled, the yellow cloth bag in his hand was suddenly squeezed and "cracked", like a shattering sound, but the sound was so dry, crisp, suddenly! The strange handprint that he pinched out with his left hand, which looked like a fist but not a fist, and was not a seal but a seal but a seal but a seal but a seal.

"ha!"

At the same time, Yang Yuanshan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, stomped his right foot heavily to the ground, and shouted angrily: "Battle!"

Mr. Wu was almost stunned and muttered, "The time and strength of the Five Thunder Fingers and the Five Thunder Stone are just right. If you get one point faster, the Five Thunder Stone will not exert its maximum power. If you get one point slower, the Five Thunder Stone will inevitably explode in advance. Then... I am really worthy of being the master Yang Yuanshan who is famous all over the country..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion sounded on the birthday coffin. This sound was much better than the one that Uncle Zhou Er made during the Chinese New Year. Unexpectedly, just a few small stones, touching the turtle blood nail, could make such a loud explosion sound. I couldn't help but open my mouth, but then, my whole body suddenly stiffened-

In this way, I staggered back a few steps, and felt my chest explode like a ball of flame, which hurts very much!

"Ah!" I couldn't help but scream, and I was about to fall down by covering my chest with one hand. Fortunately, Mr. Wu quickly supported me with a quick eye and asked anxiously: "Qinqi! What's wrong with you?"

"The turtle blood nail has been broken...ah? What's going on? The turtle blood nail has been broken. The evil energy in your body should be reduced. What's wrong?" Yang Yuanshan said to himself, suddenly turned around and saw me, and ran quickly.

I told the changes and pain in my body, and Yang Yuanshan's face suddenly turned pale: "How could this happen? Could it be... Isn't it just a tortoise blood nail here?!"

After saying that, Yang Yuanshan quickly returned to the front of the birthday coffin, and then began to search carefully along the surroundings of the birthday coffin. I didn't know what to look for, but I knew he must be looking for a way to save me. Although his body became more uncomfortable, I was still very moved because no one took me seriously since childhood. Maybe one day he starved to death on the roadside and no one cared for. But now, when I saw that everyone cared about me, my heart was inexplicably warmed up.

For some reason, I kept staring at the broken stone tablet at this moment, and I always felt very strange, so I blurted out: "The person who arranged the turtle blood nails is considered to be unethical and has no homework. A good tombstone did not mess with him. It's really..."

"Tombstone?!" Perhaps because I said so casually, Yang Yuanshan suddenly turned around and came to the broken tombstone, and said in confusion: "Yes, even if the tombstone is arranged, it is nothing to do with the tombstone... Here! This is..."

Yang Yuanshan seemed to have seen something, and quickly tried his best to unravel the fragments of the tombstone. He saw a round shallow pothole pressing under the fragments. Yang Yuanshan carefully slowly unraveled the soil layer, and then, a piece of black things appeared on the ground in a round shape.

The black things were just exposed, and there was a thin red line on each one, like an irregular circle, but not like it. In short, I can only see that much.

"It turned out to be Maoshan forbidden art, the Black Bamboo strange formation! This... This Black Bamboo strange formation In Maoshan Sect, except for a few uncles who travel around the world, only I and Xianzong Gutan met this strange formation. Could it be Gutan?! He, he is here too?! Alas..." Yang Yuanshan staggered, slowly stabilized his body, and then sighed heavily.

Mr. Wu couldn't help but run forward. I hesitated for a moment and ran over.

"Mr. Yang, what is this?" Mr. Wu's face was not very good either, and his words seemed to be trembling.

Although I don’t know anything, I can understand something. Yang Yuanshan cares so much about these strange things. It seems that this thing must not be a good thing, and it is still next to Mr. Zhou’s birthday coffin. Is it not good for the Zhou family?

Yang Yuanshan suddenly raised his head and asked me: "Is the evil spirits in your body still running around each other? Is there still the pain just now?"

I felt it seriously, and immediately shook my head and said, "Suddenly it didn't hurt. Mr. Yang, has my illness cured?"

Yang Yuanshan suddenly didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, and said, "The next time he hurts, it's your death date. The turtle blood nail just now is just a trap, but the one that really hurts people is this black bamboo formation..."

"Uncle Zhou Er! Uncle Zhou Er!" This was Meng Heizi's voice. He ran to Uncle Zhou Er in a hurry and said anxiously: "Uncle Zhou Er is not good. Your Xiu Qiao is going to commit suicide. Second Aunt asked you to go home and have a look!"

"Ah! This--ah..." Uncle Zhou Er's face folded into a ball, smashed his fist hard, and rushed home quickly with Meng Heizi.

Mr. Wu exclaimed again: "Mr. Yang, why is this happening?!"

I was so scared by Yang Yuanshan's words that I couldn't even speak for a moment...

Yang Yuanshan sighed and said, "No wonder the tortoise blood nail is so easy to break. The real leader is the Black Bamboo Array. The black bamboo itself is quite spiritual. It is green when it was first born, and it grows black over time. Because the flower spikes are slightly purple, it also has a name, purple bamboo. The black bamboo array gathers the yin evil energy. Not only the turtle blood nail, but also the yin evil energy in the square radius, is continuously absorbed by the Black Bamboo Array. The limit of the yin evil energy on the turtle blood nail is just an illusion, but it is less than one thousandth of the turtle blood nail. At this time, the turtle blood nail is broken, which will inevitably affect the yin evil energy in the Black Bamboo Array. If I guess correctly, the corpse in the longevity coffin is absorbing the yin evil energy in the black bamboo. If this formation is not broken before today, then..."

"What will happen?" Mr. Wu seemed to understand something and asked anxiously. My mouth and the rest of us opened our mouths in shock.

Yang Yuanshan frowned and said word by word: "The corpse has changed!"

After looking at us, Yang Yuanshan continued, "Not only that, the Zhou family's yin house has been destroyed, and so much yin evil spirit has been gathered in the yin house. If it is not resolved as soon as possible, the Zhou family will...even this kid may not be able to escape... Alas!"

"Who did the Old Zhou family offend? They were poisoned like this!" Mr. Wu said angrily.

I remembered the care of Mr. Zhou during his lifetime, and the uncle and his wife of Zhou Er never disliked me as a bad guy. Although they only gave me some food, in comparison, the disgust and indifference of other villagers to me, such a kind old man still couldn't rest after his death. Moreover, even Uncle Zhou Er's family was about to be destroyed. I hate the guy who secretly arranged this harmful thing. Why are good people always not rewarded? Why are bad people succeeding step by step?

I bent down to Yang Yuanshan and knelt down without thinking: "Mr. Yang, I know you can save Uncle Zhou Er's family. Please save Uncle Zhou Er!"
Chapter completed!