The Hundred Ghost Banquet relied on Tang Da in the first half, and the heavy responsibility of the second half fell on Wang Jingzhe.

Knowing that the ghost book will work, a stone in Wang Jingzhe's heart fell to the ground. It would be good to communicate, and at the least it would be guaranteed that Tang Da would not make any mistakes. In fact, Wang Jingzhe's mood was quite interesting at this time, because logic was that although they were in a cooperative state, Wang Jingzhe had a grudge with the Wu Sect after all, and he could take this opportunity to plot against each other, but Wang Jingzhe had never had such thoughts in his heart, and he didn't even have the idea that flashed and fleeting thoughts.

Wang Jingzhe began to try to write a series of slaughter texts, and then showed them to the hundreds of ghosts. At first, his temptation was not going well. Tang Da lingered back and forth between irritability and madness. However, as the temptation gradually deepened, Tang Da gradually calmed down, and the yin energy rolling back and forth on his body became much more dull. Then the ghost head that came out of his body also showed signs of retracting. Wu Mangong was amazed by his side.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but when the sentence written by Wang Jingzhe seemed to resonate with the hundreds of ghosts, Tang Da suddenly moved. This time it was not violent, but his eyes became deep first, and his eyes seemed very empty, full of the vicissitudes of history.

Although the description is very appropriate, it is actually Wang Jingzhe's feeling. After all, it is not the answer written in the other party's eyes.

At this time, Tang Da's feet slowly stepped towards the side. At the same time, he raised his hands and slowly pinched the mark. Wu Mangong and Wang Jingzhe didn't understand it at first, but as the pace at Tang Da's feet accelerated and more and more seals were made on his hands, Wu Mangong suddenly exclaimed: "This is the magic of the Wu Sect."

"Swish" Wang Jingzhe suddenly turned around and asked, "What kind of magic can you recognize?"

"Yes, I have an impression, but I haven't seen the magic now, let's take a look..."

Wu Mangong stared at Tang Da with his eyes, and his head quickly filtered the witchcraft he knew. After about four or five minutes, he suddenly said: "Many old people in the Wu Sect know that there is a magic that can maintain health, which is to delay people's lifespan. Therefore, many old people in the Wu Sect live longer, probably to their nineties or even more than one hundred years old. Of course, it is not as exaggerated as the legendary immortality. It is said that they have transformed from immortality."

"That's wrong. Tang Da has lost consciousness. How could he still understand? Shouldn't it be the hundreds of ghosts who are controlling him at this time?"

Wu Mangong frowned and asked, "Can the hundred ghosts be all ghosts from the Witch Sect? Is there a possibility that they seem to be called Witch Ghost?"

"What witch ghost?"

Wu Mangong said naturally: "The ghost raised by the Wumen is called a witch ghost."

Wang Jingzhe: "..."

Wu Mangong then said: "In the past, many people in the Wu Sect had their souls left in the Wu Sect before they entered the underworld, and were kept in the Wu Sect and then raised. These souls may still have memories of their previous lives. Some may not be too many, and some may be many, and even all of them may remember them all seem to be there. Such witch ghosts will also live in the village, but they are only active within a specific range, and no one will disturb them in normal times. Of course, witch ghosts cannot be achieved after death. They must be respected old people, such as some elders."

Listening to Wu Mangong's words, Wang Jingzhe felt that it seemed very familiar. Suddenly he remembered that many of the ancestors of Hezhe who lived on the island in the middle of the river on the Ussuri River were like this. Later, Wang Jingzhe probably realized that in a long time ago, Hezhe must have had some connection with the Wu Sect.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly became frightened and looked at Tang Da with incredible eyes. He swallowed his saliva with a "gulp" and said with a little hoarse voice: "From now on, you and I will write down Tang Da's handprints and his steps as much as you can, and try your best to print them in your head. Remember as much as you can."

"Uncle, what did you think of?" Wu Mangong's reaction was also quick, and he vaguely realized the result later.

"That great wizard is really amazing..." Wang Jingzhe sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"But why don't we use our phones instead of our eyes? This thing is not better than remembering it from the head." Wu Mangong took out his phone from his body and opened it and handed it over.

Wang Jingzhe was stunned and deeply felt that his IQ seemed to be ruthlessly crushed, but there was nothing he could do about it. When he went to the underworld, he didn't bring his cell phone with him. Instead, Wu Mangong brought it with him after he came back.

Wang Jingzhe didn't explain anymore because he didn't have time to open his mouth. His thinking was completely on Tang Da's body, and Wu Mangong's eyes were staring at him, and the recording function of his mobile phone was always on.

Time passed slowly, and Tang Da seemed to be like a person singing a one-man show, but his body movements were quite monotonous and boring. At first glance, it seemed that there were only a few movements over and over again, and his feet were also drawing circles back and forth, without any rules.

But in the eyes of Wang Jingzhe and Wu Mangong, these are very gorgeous pictures, and the pictures come from a long time ago, a thousand years ago.

Tang Da’s handprints and footprints were undoubtedly practicing magic circles.

Time flies, and the sky gradually turns white, as if it is dawn.

"Didi, Didi..." The phone in Wang Jingzhe suddenly remembered a series of movements. When he looked down, his head suddenly "buzzed" and couldn't help but want to curse. The phone was running out of power. It would be okay if it was not used. It would be too power-consuming to turn on the video function.

After a while, the phone "beep, beep" made another series of dense movements, and then the screen went black and turned off.

"Damn..." Wang Jingzhe cursed unwillingly, then gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, it's time to test our memory. Try not to blink, and don't miss the details."

At this time, Wang Jingzhe had obviously felt the critical moment. Because of the handprints and steps drawn by Tang Da at this moment, he seemed very familiar with the incomplete magic array they found under Fuxian Lake. The previous one was dug out by Wang Xuanzhen and Xiang Que from the ancient Yelang Kingdom.
Chapter completed!