Chapter 392: Possible Corpse Transformation (1)

Now after Master ’s commentary, she began to identify carefully, and finally found the letter pattern on the willow tree in the southeast corner.
Yuqing stepped forward to take a closer look, and it turned out that it was hidden deep in the willow tree branch.
"Master, will the five-star array be very powerful? You tell me how to crack it and let me come." Yang Zimei was worried about Master's weakness and fatigue. If he used his energy to break the battle again, he would be greatly injured.
"This little Japanese thing is just an inaccessible side branch passed down from our Huaxia Taoism. Master is more than enough to deal with it." Yu Qing said with a little disdain.
He had participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan in his early years and witnessed various crimes committed by Japanese soldiers in Huaxia. Therefore, he did not have much interest in this country.
Yuqing took a cinnabar pen from the bag he took with him, chanted a spell in his mouth, changed his finger with his left hand, and swiped with his right hand. He swung a large stroke on the original knot pattern and wrote another pattern, just The original seal was covered.
Amazingly, when Yang Zimei discovered that the word was overlaid, it turned out that the enchantment of the pentagram suddenly lost an angle, the mana weakened a lot, and the magnetic field around it suddenly changed.
"Master, what are you again?" Yang Zimei asked curiously.
"This is the broken word of the truth." Yu Qing explained.
"This enchantment can be broken by writing a word?"
Yang Zimei also began to really feel that Xiaori's book is really a little pediatric. The restraint is so easy. Is it still mixed up?
"It's not just a word that can be broken, but also a certain amount of dedication and skill. For example, if you let your uncle write, he will only be swallowed by enchantment." Yuqing explained.
"Then I can write?"
The child Yang Zimei was upset. "The other four have words, Master, let me write."
Yu Qing did not stop, handed her the pen, and taught her the broken word formula.
He knew that Yang Zimei was extremely talented and had a good memory. She had written the broken character herself a while ago, and she must have remembered it.
Yang Zimei draws a gourd, waves a large brush, and writes a broken word like a dragon and snake on the other four willow trees. The skill and momentum are better than that of Yuqing. Gone ordinary, gloomy.
Sure enough, as soon as I finished writing, the white enchantment over the grave had scattered ...
The wind around me started to blow in ...
Yang Zimei looked at the head of the grave, and found that a thick black grievance began to appear, and he was about to move, as if there was something to break out of the soil ...
"Master, it's not good, maybe there will be corpses!"
With a scream in her heart, she screamed, holding a writing brush, and started to draw a corpse amulet around the grave!
Yuqing also took out a piece of yellow paper from her arms and stuck it directly on the grave!
Fang reluctantly retreated back to the black smoke that was about to erupt, and restored peace again.
"The corpse ... change? Dao, what does this ... what does this mean?" Yue Qing, who had been watching the movement of the two masters and apprentices, asked in amazement. Right? "