Drawing a Little Effigy Works

The Classic of the Great Wilderness (West Section) records, "In the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain called Fengju Yumen, where the sun and moon enter."

The gate represents a school of thought or sect, the place where the sun and moon enter and set. This school of thought points to the west and is one of the sources of Incantation Technique.

Originally, shamanism and medicine were one and the same; shamans harmed people, while doctors saved them. They could both harm and heal, and such people were also called shaman-doctors.

In this system, both witchcraft and medicine are linked to incantation techniques, which involve "humans replacing gods" and "humans communicating with gods," forming a very unique witchcraft system.

Simply put, this kind of witchcraft involves an additional intermediary compared to normal Incantation Technique.

Incantation Technique is me cursing you; witchcraft is me cursing you through someone.

This person is often implicated by sorcerers as a deity or a medium, making it very difficult to uncover their background and giving them a high degree of concealment.

As a consequence of using intermediaries to cast spells, witchcraft is less powerful than Incantation Technique, and often requires a long casting time to produce results.

Zhang Xuezhou considered the techniques, his own abilities, and also examined the Essence Blood of the ferocious beast.

Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly a novice in witchcraft and Incantation Technique, but he held a significant advantage in casting spells.

With his Essence Blood in hand, it was practically equivalent to the other party lying in front of him waiting to be Incantation Technique, and the other party had no way to resist. As long as his spell succeeded, Zhang Xuezhou would definitely curse the other party.

"The Four Great Enlightenments, Heaven and Earth as Constant, Mysterious Water Cleanses Impurities, Dispelling Misfortune, Two Children Guard the Gate, Seven Spirits Secure the Abode, Cloud Ferry Refines and Purifies, All Qi Blends in Harmony, Internal and External Benefits, Nourishing the Yellow Robe, Hasten As the Law Commands!"

Zhang Xuezhou got a sheet of photo paper for quick printing from Song Fengying.

He muttered something under his breath, and his right hand overflowed with Law Power as he took the Essence Blood and smeared it on the photographic paper.

Zhang Xuezhou applied a human-shaped pattern onto it.

By the time he wrote the word "" on the head of the pattern, Zhang Xuezhou chanted it again and it had turned into a prayer for luck.

Even if the cultivation technique was only a little bit, Zhang Xuezhou was certain that Presenel, as a descendant, did not cultivate the technique.

Moreover, according to Bai, the Descendants are anomalies in this world, and are mostly entangled with 'world malice'.

Zhang Xuezhou refused to believe that his local strength couldn't overcome the outsider's influence.

What is Xuezhou reciting?

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou take the black and red object, smear it, draw a strange talisman, and then chant and jump around, Song Fengying really suspected that Zhang Xuezhou had suddenly lost his mind.

It must be said that performing charlatan rituals in an area bombarded by rocket artillery is indeed quite bizarre.

But when Song Fengying's gaze swept over the almost healed wound on her arm, she fell silent again.

The higher Song Fengying climbed, the more inadequate her understanding became, making it increasingly difficult for her to keep up with the higher strata of society.

Even the sight of worms growing inside a human body for the first time, and the ferocity of the beasts mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou, exceeded Song Fengying's imagination.

The entire city of Leiata has become a hellish battlefield under the control of ferocious beasts.

If it weren't for the fact that her body had lost control and something happened that Song Fengying was unaware of, and that Presenel hadn't mistaken her for some kind of being from another world, Song Fengying would have felt that worms had also grown inside her body.

She had always wanted to create a big news story to maintain the popularity of Feiyu Live, but Song Fengying realized that she was only observing one corner of the world, and that she was not capable of stirring up another corner.

But after a short while, Song Fengying's expression became excited again.

She lacked the ability, but Zhang Xuezhou and others were capable enough, and had even pointed her towards the development goal of the Seventh Sequence.

At the same time, Song Fengying vaguely sensed that the sinkhole from more than 20 years ago had a far-reaching impact, which was not only about giving her a youthful appearance, but also about something else.

This is very likely related to Presennel's mention of 'My Lord' and 'the Observer'.

This was a huge risk that could classify them as outcasts, and even Song Fengying felt a chill run down her spine just thinking about it.

Today, Presennel can be bombarded with rocket launchers and besieged by many high- Sequence Holder. If they were to face them one day, their fate would not be much worse than Presennel's.

"You must have control over the narrative to avoid being gossiped about!"

After thinking for several seconds, Song Fengying finally came up with some ways to avoid ending up in the same situation.

Moreover, she not only needs a voice, she also needs a positive image.

Presenner came here specifically to cause destruction, while she focused on construction and striving to improve everyone's lives, thus distinguishing herself from Presenner, this outcast.

Public opinion was a crucial factor in supporting Song Fengying's voice, and the construction of Alliance No. 9 was also an important system.

The development of the logistics system is of paramount importance, involving logistics vehicles, highways, air transport, freight trains, and other modes of transportation, all of which will continue to advance with economic development.

As long as we move forward, countless opportunities will inevitably emerge, commerce will become more fluid, and pioneers will be rewarded with numerous honors.

By then, even if they are labeled as outcasts, Song Fengying believes few will believe it.

"May your three souls be cursed with bad luck, may your six spirits be plagued by misfortune, may you find no peace in any place, may you sprain your ankle, sprain your arm, sprain your head, may you make mistakes in judgment during fights..."

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou started rambling on about the Scarlet Alliance State that Song Fengying snapped out of her reverie about the overall development strategy.

"Boat?"

What are you babbling about?

Are you secretly drawing voodoo dolls for others?

Song Fengying initially thought Zhang Xuezhou was performing some kind of special ritual, but she never expected that Zhang Xuezhou would end up using the method of pinning voodoo dolls.

For a moment, she felt that Zhang Xuezhou's mental illness had relapsed, and he was just writing and causing trouble as he always had in previous years.

After asking several questions, Song Fengying saw Zhang Xuezhou stop talking and turn back to look at her with satisfaction.

"Drawing little figures works," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That won't work," Song Fengying corrected.

"It really works!"

Zhang Xuezhou offered an explanation, but upon seeing Song Fengying's expression, he had no choice but to admit that the thing was useless and that he was just playing with it.

"You've painted over the one Presnel gave me to protect me. Make sure you keep this photograph safe, lest we get sucked dry and gnawed by those giant moths," Song Fengying warned.

"No problem," Zhang Xuezhou nodded in agreement. "Mom, how did you get this? And how did you become friends with that monster?"

"I don't know either," Song Fengying said, her head throbbing. "I just got caught up in a dream from the past, and when I woke up, he became my friend. He even called me Observer Ms. Tuernana, and kept talking about my lord, the Descendant, the Devil Lord, and so on. Then I understood what he meant, and then he asked me to teach him some things. After that, I've been trying to find a way to get help!"

That wasn't a cry for help; you extorted 30 million from them!

"That wasn't me trying to extort money. Presennel believed that demanding 30 million would effectively enhance the accuracy of the information, making them feel that the information they paid for was the most reliable!"

"His countermeasures were indeed successful!"

Zhang Xuezhou peeked out from the ruins and saw that in the distance, among the vast army of moths, some people were exclaiming in alarm, some were screaming in agony, and countless moth corpses were falling continuously.

The crowd did not gather in a group to wait to be beaten, but instead used various buildings for cover.

The number of moths that needed to be dealt with was greatly reduced, and no one lost their life to these moth mouthparts.

Only when Presenel attacks will the group suffer severe injuries.

Then Naggis roared as he wildly slashed with his sword.

Hehehe!

Feigned laughter echoed through the ruins as Presenel vanished in a flash, disappearing into the swarm of moths.

His right hand, with its seven sharp claws extending and retracting, dripped blood from its fingertips into his mouth, giving his eyes a strange sense of excitement.

If it weren't for the need to be wary of the invaders who release heroic spirits, Presenel felt he would have already had his fill of slaughter.

He broke his opponents' hand and leg bones, causing them to suffer from mutilation.

As Presenel reached out and brushed the moth away again, he set his sights on a white-haired high- Sequence Holder Thurman.