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    "Soul-inducing bell?!"

    Meng Xiazi, who was listening to the compliments of Guo Zichen and others with a contented expression, suddenly changed his expression after hearing the bell, and he stood up suddenly.

    ¡°Mr. Meng, what¡¯s wrong?¡±

    Guo Zichen also felt that the bell was ringing a little strangely. The room was tightly closed, not even a trace of wind could get in. How could the bell ring on its own?

    "Something happened, someone is practicing spiritual evocation!"

    Blind Meng casually put on the fur coat, took off the bell hanging in the corner of the room, and opened the door. A gust of cold wind poured in, making Guo Zichen and others shiver.

    "Want to get Hu Xiaoxian's soul back? Isn't it that easy?" Looking up at the soul-inducing flag erected in front of the door, Blind Meng showed a sneer on his face.

    The wind is blowing from the northeast today. Logically speaking, the soul-calling flag should be flying in the northeast direction, but what happened before us is beyond common sense. The fluttering soul-calling flag is actually facing the southwest, which is where the wind is blowing.  It is the seat of the county seat.

    Turning back into the house, Blind Meng rummaged in a box for a while, took out a sheepskin drum, looked at Guo Zichen and said, "Keep the door open, and none of you will come out."

    "Mr. Meng, what happened?"

    Seeing Blind Meng¡¯s strange expression, Guo Zichen was a little uneasy. Although several of them were planning to deal with Hu Hongde, from the bottom of his heart, Guo Zichen was as afraid of Hu Hongde as a tiger.

    "It's okay, Hu Hongde's half-hearted Sun Moon Dao skills can't beat me!"

    A trace of a cruel smile appeared on Blind Meng's face. He had forced Hu Hongde to fight with him several times before, but Hu Hongde refused to accept the move. In addition, because of his strong energy and blood, Blind Meng could do nothing to him.

    It¡¯s just that today Hu Hongde actually used that half-baked spell again for his granddaughter, which made Blind Meng feel an opportunity.

    Scattering his hair with his hands, Blind Meng took off his fur coat, tied the bell around his waist, and jumped up like a cramp at the door of the house wearing a single coat. At the same time, he raised his right hand to beat the sheepskin drum.  One note.

    "Dong!" A dull drum beat sounded, and Blind Meng also sang: "Please Great God!"

    ????????? Meng Xiazi¡¯s voice is really good. The voice is very long and has a bit of Beijing rhyme, but the tone he sings next makes people shudder.

    "As the sun goes down and the sky turns dark, the doors of every house are locked. The magpies and storks go to the forest, and the birds and pigeons fly to the eaves. Nine out of ten houses have locks. The door of my house is not closed. I raise whips and drums to invite the gods to say hello  ¡­¡± (borrowing a singing tune from a great dance master)

    As Meng Xiazi sang, his body shivered more and more violently, and the sound of the leather drum in his hand and the bell on his waist could be heard endlessly. After the sound spread far away, several households that had their lights on immediately turned on their lights.  It was extinguished.

    What Meng Xiazi dances is an authentic shaman dance, also known as the master dance.

    In the Northeast, many places regard the shaman dance as a folk art, and two people are needed to dance, but this is not the case. For real shamanic skills, one person is enough.

    Blind Meng's grandfather was the great shaman in front of the last emperor. They were also authentic royal shamans. Compared with those deceitful and abducted dancing masters in the Northeast, they were completely different.  language.

    The sound of bells, drums, and the slightly hoarse singing were all covered up by the surrounding wind sounds. They seemed quite strange in this silent snowy night, and the few people in the room were so frightened that they did not even dare to take a breath.

    Suddenly, Blind Meng trembled all over, stopped singing, and looked around with his eyes. All the black eyeballs disappeared, and a glistening green light came out in the night.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Were the men in the house, who had not changed their expressions in the face of jackals, tigers, and leopards, all of them were frightened, and their whole bodies were trembling as if they were trembling.

    "Hey, Hu Hongde, fight with me? I will make your soul irreplaceable!"

    Unlike the legendary fox-bear ghost, Blind Meng did not appear to be possessed at all, and his tone of voice was still the same, but in his eyes, there was a bit more venom.

    ¡°And around Blind Meng, there is an energy that cannot be seen with the naked eye, which makes his six senses extremely sensitive, and his white eyes can actually see the spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth.

    Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from the direction of Changbai Mountain, Meng Xiazi showed a grin on his face, and suddenly took a big breath. The spiritual energy around the house instantly became chaotic.After leaving the room, blood spurted out of his mouth while his body was still in mid-air.

    "Grandma, can this person still fly?"

    Guo Zichen and the others in the room have had their eyes opened today. Are you sure that this great jumper is really not an idiot? He can actually make people fly in the air?

    But then they realized something was wrong, because Blind Meng was still spitting out blood while flying in the air. After Blind Meng hit the table and stopped, several people quickly gathered around him.

    "Walking into the mountains, I met an expert!"

    At this time, Blind Meng's face was as pale as gold paper, and the aura surrounding him had long since disappeared. His weak breath was comparable to that of Hu Xiaoxian, who was lying on the hospital bed¡ª¡ª

    PS: Here comes the fourth update. Well, I went to bed, and I feel like the ceiling is spinning again. I¡¯ll continue tomorrow after I get some rest. Is there any more monthly or recommended tickets?.

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