Chapter 20: Unknown Blood Stains

The day passed calmly, and it was another evening.

Meng Fan was sitting on his bed with his knees crossed, practicing the Heavenly Dipper God-Extinguishing Taoist Scripture, only to see his face reddish in color, with wisps of white gas rising from the top of his head, and sweating like rain, soaking his clothes.

"Boom!"

After about ten minutes, he heard a dull thud explode from his body, followed by his entire body shaking violently, a strange phase occurred, the originally thin Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi suddenly rolled in from all directions, continuously pouring into Meng Fan's body.

"It's done!"

"The first level of Spirit Condensation has been reached!"

Meng Fan was ecstatic, he had expected it to take a day, but never imagined that it would be done by evening.

Taking off his sweat-soaked clothes, he realized that his body was actually secreting some black filth again, obviously after the breakthrough, his physique had improved again, his entire body had become refreshed, even his sensory abilities had improved quite a bit, and he could even hear a cat walking quietly through the eaves.

"It is said in the Heavenly Dipper God Destroying Taoist Scripture that when one reaches the first level of Spirit Condensation, one can perform a low level technique called the Imperial Spirit Technique, which allows one to attach their true qi to an object, modeling a fake soul, and manipulate its actions with this fake soul, such as manipulating a paper person!"

"It's just that the first level of Spirit Condensation isn't much of a high level of cultivation, and to establish a connection with the fake soul attached to the paper man, you still need to drop blood to recognize the owner for a bit, that is, the drop of eyebrow blood that Granny Zhang ordered."

Understanding the reasoning behind this, Meng Fan was a bit impatient, and immediately took out the paper man that he had tied up today, that is, the Iron Man, from the Qiankun Pendant, and watched it stand majestically in the room, his eyes glittering with excitement.

The next step was to cast the spell, after all, it was the first time, when casting the spell was very careful, afraid of making a mistake, fortunately, this kind of low level spell, the spell is not too obscure, be careful some can not go wrong.

Moreover, the spells in the Big Dipper's Taoist Scriptures did not need to be read out like Zhang and the dried corpse, but rather, the spells were done when the mind was ready, which made it a lot swifter.

After successfully casting the spell, he found his mother's steel needle for shoe soles, and following Granny Zhang's example, he took a drop of blood from his eyebrows and pointed it between Iron Man's two eyebrows.

"Boom!"

Only felt a sound coming from between his soul, he clearly felt that a connection was instantly established between himself and Iron Man, this connection was as if looking in a mirror, and even went into a trance for a moment, feeling that he was it and it was himself.

In the intention to give instructions to the Iron Man, that Iron Man actually cackled and moved.

"Raise your right arm!"

"Raise left leg!"

"Start walking!"

One by one, the instructions were given down, and that Iron Man followed them one by one, magically!

"Awesome! Awesome!"

Meng Fan was so playful that he manipulated the Iron Man with his mind, constantly making all sorts of movements, even playing a set of Military Style Fist, which was tigerish and quite powerful.

Of course, Meng Fan's zapped skeleton also played a big role, and the operation of the various joints was very flexible and solid.

After tossing and turning like this for a while, his manipulation method became more and more skillful, basically the paper man would give feedback as if it was moving by itself when he thought about it.

"There's also something wrong."

Soon, Meng Fan found a little problem, not a bad problem, but he felt that the paper man he tied up was a little different from Zhang Maozi's.

"Could it be that the spells performed are different?"

Granny Zhang's paper figures were very wooden and inflexible, like dead ones, while the ones he tied out were agile and flexible, and quite spiritual and powerful.

Extrapolating from this, it was very likely that the technique that Granny Zhang had cast was even more lowly than his, and was far inferior to this Imperial Spirit Technique in the Heavenly Dipper Destroying God Taoist Scripture.

He also had some doubts, suspecting that although that dry corpse possessed the Heavenly Dipper Destroying God Taoist Scripture, he had not learned it. With his current understanding of Taoist Scriptures, if that dry corpse had learned the Taoist Scripture, he was afraid that there was no way for him to live that night, and he would definitely die.

As for why that dry corpse didn't learn the Heavenly Dipper Exterminating God Dao Scripture, it was unknown. This was something Meng Fan only learned later. Since the dry corpse didn't learn it, then the one that Mrs. Zhang learned must not have been either.

Thinking about this, Meng Fan was still a little bit delighted, as if he had bought an item and the one he got was genuine, while everyone else's was a fake.

He even fantasized about what the result would be if his paper man fought with Zhang Brahma's, and whether he could defeat ten with one.

"Punch!"

Trying to let Iron Man swing his fist and blast the wall, only to hear a "boom" sound, the wall suddenly appeared a shallow crater, the wall's ash fluttered down to the ground, it was amazing to see.

"Surprisingly, it can be done to such an extent!"

Meng Fan was overjoyed, he didn't expect the paper man to become so strong, moreover, the wind of the punch was wrapped in true qi, which was probably the reason why its power was so rigid.

A paper man tied out of a cardboard box, under the swing of a fist, easily made a crater in the wall, which was something unimaginable before Meng Fan practiced the Dao Scriptures.

"The Big Dipper God-Extinguishing Dao Scripture!"

Meng Fan muttered, gaining a further understanding of the strength of the Dao Scripture.

"Where did this dryad get this Dao Scripture, it's really good."

The success of the paper-tying man had given Meng Fan a backbone and an additional card to play, and he immediately felt less pressured about the crisis he was currently facing. He also wanted to tell his father about these things, but he was just afraid that his father wouldn't be able to accept it, after all, he would be angry when he saw the pamphlet of the paper-tying man.

If you really want to tell, you still need to find a suitable time.

When the sky gradually darkened, Meng Qingshan finally came back, this time still did not catch the rabbit, but not empty-handed, carrying a wire ring in his hand, sitting on a chair in the house, lost in thought.

"What's wrong, Father?"

Meng Fan stretched his arms and walked out of his house with a much lighter look on his face than yesterday.

"Something's not quite right." Meng Qingshan carried the wire circle to Meng Fan, and by the light of the house, pointed at the wire circle and frowned, "There's blood."

"What's going on?" Meng Fan glanced at it, and sure enough, he found that the wire ring was stained with a bloodstain, and the wire ring was also a bit about to break, apparently it had been lassoed with something, "Can't it be that the rabbit broke free?"

"It shouldn't be." Meng Qingshan put the wire down and said with certainty, "After the rabbit is caught in the snare, it will only run forward in panic, this kind of live buckle is getting tighter and tighter the more it struggles until it strangles the rabbit to death, unless the rabbit is able to break the wire by twisting it off, but that's obviously impossible, this wire is thick enough."

"In that case, I think there are two possibilities." Meng Fan said as he looked at the circle of wire, "The first possibility is that the rabbit has been lassoed, but the rabbit has been picked up."

"Hmm."

"There's another possibility, and that's that it wasn't the rabbit that was snared ……"

Meng Fan and his father stared at, silent for a few seconds, the wood speculated, can come out from the wire circle inside, it is not what animals, because animals will only struggle, the wire circle will be more and more struggle the tighter, more can not escape ……

Can escape, can only be large animals, but they will certainly break the wire circle, and this wire circle obviously not broken.

Meng Fan and his father coincidentally put their sights on the piece of blood on the wire circle again, the blood in the light a crimson, shocking, look at a glance can be imagined to be caught up in the things experienced how painful ……

"It can't be …… someone!" Meng Qingshan sighed uneasily, looked in one direction and said, "The place where the set was lowered is remote enough."

"Down to where?"

"Falling Star Ditch."

"The one behind Granny Zhang's house?"

"Right."

"……"

It couldn't be that Granny Zhang had been injured by mistake, could it? Meng Fan's heart was surprisingly a bit quick.

"If it really hurt someone, it's still reasonable to pay compensation, I just hope that the other party isn't seriously injured."

Perhaps today was too tiring, after chatting for a while, Meng Qingshan went to bed, while Meng Fan stayed up until twelve o'clock in the morning again, before gently pushing open the door and walking out into the courtyard with a wary look on his face.

"It's the next day, that ghost thing should be here anyways ……"