When I met Fang Xiang, I saw Fang Xiang’s romantic and elegant face being restrained for the first time without a trace. The solemn expression on his facial features seemed much more reliable than before.

In comparison, I want to know more about who Zhou Shun is and what he really wants to do.

Seeing that Fang Xiang had not spoken for a long time, I couldn't help but urge him.

Perhaps I was annoyed by me, Fang Xiang slapped me on the forehead and cursed: You are so quiet, let me think carefully about what's going on!

A sudden slap made me stunned.

This is not to say how strong Fang Xiang is. On the contrary, he didn't use much force at all, and I didn't feel much pain. What made me not come to my senses was that the scene of Fang Xiang slapping me made me feel familiar.

I frowned and couldn't help but recall a person I met when I was very young.

At that time, I was only five or six years old and lived in a mountain village with my parents. I didn’t have many worries every day. I ploughed and rested at sunrise and sunset. In my spare time, I would call my friends from the same village to go to the stream in the back mountain of the village to fight water battles.

I vaguely remembered that there was a young uncle living in the back mountain in the mountain village. Every time I got tired of playing, the young uncle would always call me and take out a lot of milk candy from my pocket for me to eat.

There were very few luxurious snacks like milk candy in mountain villages in the 1980s. I remember that I could not resist the temptation and took a piece and peeled it and ate it happily in my mouth. And the young uncle would squat beside me, touched my head and smiled and told me to eat less, and if I eat too much, I lost my teeth.

Every day after that, I would go to the back mountain to find the young uncle. At that heartless age, I felt that I would not go to look for that person, but to be looking for milk candy.

When I was a child, I always had many questions to ask. I remember one time I pestered the young uncle and asked a lot of questions. In the end, maybe I was so anxious that he stretched out his hand and slapped me in the back of the head. Then he smiled and scolded me and said to me: Boy is quiet, uncle, I am thinking about the problem!

The slap was not very heavy, but I remember it very clearly because he was the first person to hit me like this, and he was also the last one in my memory.

Not long after that slap, the young uncle disappeared into my life. I vaguely remembered that before leaving, he touched my head and said to me: You are grown up now, I can't stay here anymore, I'm leaving.

Maybe it was because he left some milk candy and maybe it was because he had been together for a long time and had an inexplicable family affection. When he left, I cried and refused to let him go.

At that time, he reached out and left a slap on the back of my head, and said to me: A big man cried like a woman, what does it look like? I'm crying and killing you.

The young uncle who left a deep impression on me in my childhood just left. Now when I recall it, I can only think of his not too tall back.

There are only two people who have beaten me like this since I was a child. The first is the young uncle, and the second is Fang Xiang in front of me.

Because he just hit me and laughed at me, his tone was very similar to that of the young uncle, I couldn't help but recall what happened before.

I rubbed the back of my head and pulled back my thoughts, turned my head and stared at Fang Xiang. I found that Fang Xiang was indeed mysterious in my eyes. He was a criminal policeman on the surface, but in private he was a person who knew Taoism. No matter how I thought about it, I could not connect the Taoist priest and the police.

So what kind of person is Fang Yao? The text messages sent to me by a stranger made me be careful if Fang Yao thought about whether it was true or false?

Fang Xiang was still thinking about the reason for the matter, and I was doubting him here. I felt a little guilty and shook my head and didn't continue thinking. Since I chose to believe him, I shouldn't have suspicion about him.

"Silly, what's wrong with you? He slapped you and slapped you in a slap?" Fang Xiang was stunned when he looked at me frowning, shook his head, and touched the back of his head.

I gave him a blank look, with my hand back and asked: Do you want to understand what's going on? What exactly is the black sunflower? How does it have something to do with the corpse?

Speaking of serious matters, Fang Xiang became serious again. He frowned and said to me: Black sunflowers and ordinary sunflower seeds are the same. The difference is the planting environment, moisture and soil. I just said that black sunflowers only have one function.

"What's the purpose?" I asked with a frown.

Fang Xiang pondered for a moment and asked me: Raise the ghost and continue the life!

" Raise ghosts and continue your life?"

Ghosts are ghosts, and raising ghosts should be to raise ghosts! As the name suggests, a person's life is useless. Restoring a life may mean extending a life to a dying person. Could it be that Zhou Shun did so much to extend his life to a little boy in the coffin?

Sure enough, my guess is almost the answer that is true.

I saw Fang Xiang’s complex expression and told me: “Black sunflowers are the same as ordinary sunflower seeds. The difference is different in planting. In a certain sense, black sunflowers are evil techniques, and the method of planting black sunflowers is also quite cumbersome.”

"First of all, take a sunflower seed, and then soak the seeds in the woman's menstrual blood. Women belong to Yin, and menstrual blood is even more of Yin blood with strong Yin energy. If the sunflower seeds are soaked in the menstrual blood for a week and do not rot, it proves that this sunflower seed can be planted into a black sunflower."

"This is the election law for seeds. This step can only prove whether the seeds meet the conditions of black sunflowers. There are still many steps to plant."

After talking for so long, I wanted to feel a little thirsty, so I picked up the water cup and took a sip of water, and continued to preach: "After selecting the seeds, I must kill a bitch who is pregnant and is about to give birth. Then I will expose the bitch to see if the bitch is pregnant with a black puppy. If so, I will kill it. Remove the hair and cut the black puppy into pieces and wash it. Then I will take the blood from the bitch and soak the washed black dog meat in the blood until the black dog meat is crystal clear."

I couldn't help but feel disgusting when I was trying to talk about the picture.

Despite this, I still thought of the scene I saw in a small western-style building.

I clearly remember that there was no soil in the pots of black sunflowers, only pieces of white and inexplicable things.

Thinking of what Fang Yao said, it is not difficult for me to guess that thing is black dog meat that was soaked in blood and shiny!

"This is not finished." Fang Xiang took a deep breath of cigarettes and continued: "This is just the second step. After doing these, you must put the elected sunflower seeds into black dog meat and seal them. Then you need to find a cemetery. The best place is a mass grave, because most of the people buried in the mass grave are people who die without relatives or in vain. In comparison, mass graves are more yin than the cemetery, and if you want to make the sunflower seeds grow, you can

It must be placed in a place with extremely heavy yin energy. If you want the sunflower seeds to grow quickly, you must have more yin energy. For example, throw away the grave in the grave, take out the dead body, and put the sunflower seeds into it. Then wait for a week to dig up the grave and fertilize the sunflower seeds. The fertilization mentioned here is not to fertilize the soil, but to replace the black dog meat inside with fresh. Repeat this seven times, and the sunflower seeds can germinate."

I opened my mouth and wanted to speak, but found myself shocked and didn't know what to say.

Suddenly I felt that Fang Xiang said that these evil magic are considered light, how could this be considered evil magic? It is clearly evil magic!

Although there was no murder in the process, it harmed countless lives.

Black dog meat is an example. The bitch has not given birth to a puppy and doesn’t know whether it is a black or white dog in her belly. The only thing that can be proved is to expose the bitch. If it is not, then look for other bitches that are about to give birth. If it is not, wouldn’t it kill countless lives?

I don’t know if Zhou Shun is right or wrong in doing these things, but his actions made me very disgusted.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I went to the mass grave with Jiang Bo for the first time, I found that the tomb of the nursery girl had been dug. Now I think that the tomb of the nursery girl was dug by Zhou Shun. On the one hand, I wanted to take away the corpse of the nursery girl, and on the other hand, it was very likely that I wanted to use the tomb of the nursery girl to plant black sunflowers.

"It is only possible to germinate the sunflower seeds?" I gritted my teeth and asked in a deep voice.

Fang Xiang noticed my abnormality and said to me meaningfully: "Silly, the world is not as beautiful as you think. Right or wrong is not determined by others, nor is it determined by God, but by yourself. No matter how much life you harm, as long as you feel it is worth it, it is right."

After hearing what Fang Xiang said, I suddenly became silent. In fact, what Fang Xiang said had some truth. No matter what it was, there was a difference between right and wrong. If you stick to something from your own standpoint, you would think that what you did was right, and from the perspective of others, what you did might become wrong in his eyes.

What Zhou Shun did was wrong in my eyes, but what about him?

I took a deep breath, put aside my mixed thoughts, and continued to ask Fang what to do next.

Fang Xiang replied to me in a pondering manner: After the sunflower seeds have successfully germinated, they have already been considered successful. Next, just find a place with extremely heavy yin energy to place these sunflower seeds. However, under the premise, no sunshine can be seen in this place, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

I recalled the scene in the second floor of the small foreign building. As Fang wanted to say, it was closed very tightly, and the sun would definitely not shine in during the day.

"You just said that black sunflowers only have one function, that is, to nourish the ghost and continue the life. But what you said seems to have nothing to do with these two."

What Fang Xiang told me was limited to the cultivation method of black sunflowers, not the practice of raising ghosts and continuing the life.

"What's the damn hurry? I don't want you to understand thoroughly enough?" Fang Xiang gave me a blank look and knew that he was too ink. He immediately said bluntly: "Black sunflowers have been constantly absorbing the strong yin energy since they sprout, and their growth environment is even more in places with rich yin energy. Over time, these black sunflowers have the effect of gathering yin. If the black sunflowers are large in quantity, the yin energy within a radius of dozens of miles can be gathered

Gathering the place where the black sunflower is located. If I guess correctly, Zhou Shun is using the effect of the black sunflower to nourish the ghost. I have said before that ghosts cannot stay in the world after death, otherwise they will be destroyed. However, if black sunflowers constantly absorb the surrounding yin energy, the ghost will not only not be destroyed, but will also become stronger and stronger. When the time comes, it will be returned to the body. At that time, it will be called rebirth."

"This is the so-called raising ghosts. It is actually easy to understand to continue the life. Tell me that Zhou Shun put a coffin inside, and there was a little boy's body in the coffin. I don't know who the little boy is, but I think it should be the person Zhou Shun is going to be resurrected. After death, the soul returns to the underworld and cannot breathe normally, the body will gradually decay. If you want to completely solve this decay, it is not enough to just freeze it."

I was not surprised to hear Fang Ying say so much, but it was still very peaceful. I know that the world is big and there are many strange things. What Fang Ying says is probably just a drop in the bucket.

I said in confusion: The little boy in the small foreign building is intact and not rotten. You said that it is not possible to just freeze it, so are there any other ways here?

"Of course there is." Fang Xiang lit a cigarette again and took a sip and said disapprovingly: Using ice to freeze can only alleviate the time of decay. Wanting to prevent the corpse from rotting completely is not considered a magic trick, but can be regarded as the power of nature.

"The power of nature?" I looked at the side in confusion.

Fang Xiang nodded and vomited smoke, laughed and said, "The most strange and most exploratory thing in this world is the power of nature. If you want to prevent the corpse from rotting, you can pull out all the blood in this person's body in three hours after death. Then seal it in ice to keep the corpse alive. In the next month, you must find a bloody tree, then get the blood from the tree and inject it into the corpse, so that the corpse can be kept from rotting."

"Bloody tree?!"

I widened my eyes, this time I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.

I finally understood what the power of nature was in Fang Xiang's mouth, but I didn't doubt whether there were any bloody trees in the world, because when I entered the small western-style building and found the little boy's body, I clearly saw that the little boy's body was very full, not as if he had been drained from blood.

In other words, Zhou Shun really found a bloody tree!

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The blood in the bloody tree, could it be the essence and blood that Jiang Bo mentioned? ######
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