The villain boss is not easy to mess with

Chapter 313 Little Master (40)

It was a middle-aged man who said: "Two months ago at night, those things suddenly appeared. They were all dead bodies, crawling on the ground at a very slow speed. At first we felt scared when we saw them, so we wanted to run into the house. But when those things approached us, they became very fast and threw down two strong men in the village."

"The scene was too scary at the time, but after a while, people were torn apart," someone interjected.

The middle-aged man continued: "We all hid in the house, and those things began to hit the door separately. They were still very strong. We thought we were going to die, but luckily, there happened to be a long road passing by. After he drove those things away, he gave us a spell, saying that they would stick to the wall, and those things would not dare to approach them. Just try not to make any noise at night, and don't go out. During the day, everything will be as usual, and those things will not appear."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man pointed to the talisman paper folded in Tan Kong's hand.

"And then? Have you ever thought about moving away?" Tan Kong asked.

"Then we did so and pasted the talisman paper on the wall, so that after those things appeared at night, they really didn't come to attack us. At most, we just wandered around the village for one night and left at dawn. We have lived here for generations. We originally thought about moving out, but the talisman is really useful, and it won't have any impact on our lives, so we continue to stay here."

"Didn't the Taoist priest help you dispose of those things?" Tan Kong asked carefully, afraid of ignoring the details.

Someone interjected: "The Taoist leader also thinks, but he said that his ability is to suppress them with a spell, and they can't be killed. However, if those things can't find food, they will think this is an empty village and leave sooner or later."

Tan Kong nodded, with a clear expression on his face: "Amitabha, I see that the seals of several benefactors have turned black, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Villager:? ? ?
"Master, what do you mean by this? Yintang is black?" The middle-aged man was obviously frightened.

Tankong did not answer directly, but asked: "Has anyone in the village gradually become seriously ill in the past two months? Or is there an elder who is healthy but passed away suddenly?"

After hearing this, the villagers nodded.

This is indeed the case.

"Master, how do you know?" The middle-aged man said, "I have also started to feel unwell in the past half a month. I cough from time to time, and it doesn't get better after taking medicine."

"Hmm." Tankong replied, "From the point of view of the poor monk, the main purpose of those things just now is not to attack you, but to absorb your energy." He spread out the spell in his hand, placed it on the table, and explained carefully: "The poor monk also knows a little about spells, and this one is not, what is drawn on it is probably to prevent those things from breaking into the house, but it is also equivalent to a sign that guides them to approach."

Hearing this, the villagers were stunned.

They don't understand what Tan Kong means at all.

"Amitabha." Tankong sighed softly, and had no choice but to continue to explain: "These spells do not belong to Taoism at all. The Taoist priest should be the one who drives the dead bodies. His purpose is not to kill you, but your spirit."

"How come..." Someone shouted in shock.

"He does so much, just wanting you to stay in the house all the time, so that those corpses can transfer your energy to him in a logical way." Tankong continued.

(End of this chapter)