As for what the people of the Warlock Regiment will think of me, and whether they will trouble me in the future, I don't care, what can people who can't control it now?

I saw that the people of the warlock team stopped, and then shouted at Ye Xuan: "Look at them, shoot when you come out." ”

Ye Xuan quickly took my place and blocked the door, and I ran to the place where Old Man Wu fell into the water again. But there was nothing but foot-deep mud, and only half-broken clay pots.

I picked up the jar with a bayonet and brought it back to the house, and the mood of the warlock team was calmed down by the leader, but no one dared to approach me.

I also didn't plan to say anything more to them, but just said to Wu Xiaoer: "Build a fire and wait for dawn." I sat alone in the corner of the wall, and used a flashlight to shine a flashlight on the clay pot and studied the patterns on it.

If it weren't for the peculiar texture on the jar, I wouldn't have brought it back. The patterns looked like some kind of symbol, but I couldn't understand what the symbols meant.

I was frowning when Wu Xiaoer came over again: "Hurry up and throw this thing away, right? Maybe it's a thing that Daxian Er uses to detain souls!"

I looked at Wu Xiaoer in surprise: "Are you a warlock, or are they warlocks?" Why don't they speak?"

Wu Xiaoer said: "Although I am not a warlock, I have heard a lot of legends from my father. Do you really know what it means to detain souls?"

According to the words of the older generation, you can't touch everything when you go up the mountain, and you can't go to pee when you catch a place. Maybe there is a big fairy living somewhere in the mountains, and if you pee down, you may not know which way you will collide with the immortal family. Daxian can find something to detain your soul when he is angry.

The fairy family lightly took leaves, or stones or something, and gently suppressed the soul, and the person went home with a high fever that did not go away, full of nonsense, and the family went to the side of the mountain to shout, and the soul was called back.

If Daxian is ruthless, he will directly take the bowl and buckle it on the ground in turn, covering the soul inside. Then you can't shout back, so you can only go up the mountain to make offerings and ask the immortal family for forgiveness.

If the immortal family deliberately does not let people come back, the things that detain the soul will become jars and jars. As long as the great immortal seals the mouth of the altar tightly, and people have great ability, don't want to call their souls back, that person will have to lie down for the rest of his life.

Wu Xiaoer was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so he hurriedly said: "Mr. Chen, think about it yourself, those people just now were lying on the ground as if they were dead, and their warlocks couldn't wake up no matter how much they shouted. They must have been detained by the Soul Detention Jar. Why don't you throw this thing away, this thing is evil!"

"No hurry!"

Wu Xiaoer said that when I detained the soul altar, I had been holding the altar to look at it, and when I turned the altar over, I saw a layer of black things sticking to the inside of the altar, which looked like a layer of black oil.

I scraped the black oil off a little with the tip of my knife, put it under my nose and sniffed it, then took out the lighter from my body and lit a flame at the tip of the knife. As soon as the flame touched the tip of the knife, it turned an eerie green.

The green flame seemed to be jumped up and down by me on the knife, half of the room was covered with a layer of gloomy green by the firelight, but Wu Xiaoer's face opposite me became as pale as paper, and he had the heart to blow the flame at the tip of my knife, but he didn't dare to do it casually after weighing it a few times.

At the same time, the smell of animal fat cooked by fire also filled the air, and the higher the flame jumped on the tip of my knife, the stronger the smell became. After a while, the black oil I picked on the tip of the knife squeaked and bubbled. The green fire on the tip of the knife suddenly skyrocketed several times.

I subconsciously tilted my head, but I heard a scream from the crowd.

I subconsciously turned my head suddenly, and the fire on the tip of my knife was extinguished instantly without warning, and a girl in the warlock team pointed in my direction and cried: "There are people around them, there are people around them!"

The people in the warlock team looked in my direction one by one with pale faces, and no one dared to make a sound, Wu Xiaoer said in a trembling voice: "Don't talk nonsense, where are the people around us?"

"They have people around them...... Right next to them...... "The girl didn't hear what Wu Xiaoer said at all, she pointed in my direction and screamed, desperately squeezing to her companion's side.

I swept the corner of my eye slightly to myself, as if I saw someone dangling behind me, and when I looked back, the figure was gone.

I was about to turn my head when the corner of my eye fell on the wall behind me.

On the wall plastered with a layer of loess, I don't know when there was an extra squatting figure.

Although the figure only had such an outline, it was enough to see that the other party was hanging his hands down to his side and squatting on the ground, as if he was deliberately watching the excitement.

I turned around a little and let the figure out: "It's no big deal, you're dazzled, this is the watermark on the wall." ”

As I spoke, I took the kettle out of my bag and threw it twice on the wall, and the figure was instantly half covered by water.

I know that the Warlocks are about to be frightened, and it is useless to explain more, so it is better to give them a reason to think for themselves.

I'm right, but some people don't. The members of the warlock team were shocked, and the leading warlock moved to my side: "Can you show me the clay pot in your hand?"

I looked at the other party coldly and gestured to him, but the other party didn't know what I meant. My voice sank and said, "Are you warlocks? Don't fool me, you can't even see the secret words between warlocks, do you still want to talk nonsense with your eyes open?"

The man hesitated, "We are warlocks...... It's just that it's not long after the group is formed......"

When I looked at the other party with a smile, the other party finally nodded and acknowledged: "We are actually from the security company, and the boss asked us to come." ”

I turned my head to look at Wu Xiaoer, who suddenly said angrily: "Your boss dares to lie to me? I asked him to find me a warlock, and he found a group of security guards...... I just said something was wrong. ”

The man hurriedly defended: "Actually, I also know a lot about the arts. Isn't it worse than a warlock? Don't believe it, if you ask Chen Ye to give me the clay pot, maybe I can still see what kind of fame. ”

I handed over the pot with a smile, and the leading warlock looked at the pot for a long time by the light of the fire in the room before saying, "This is the general's pot...... No, it's a jar of bones. The jar was filled with corpses, and the one you just lit was corpse oil. ”

I said in a deep voice: "That thing is not popular in the Northeast, this is a meat oil jar." ”

"Why don't you believe it?" The leading warlock was anxious: "I'm a college student studying folklore, what the hell is this, I don't know?"

My face suddenly sank: "The book you read, how much lard I boiled? Human fat, lard, can't I see it?"

I knew that the leading warlock was reliable, but I could only say it crookedly. Now that the Warlock Corps are trapped here, the most important thing is to stabilize people's hearts, not to create more panic.

I pressed the leading warlock, but Wu Xiaoer didn't know what was crazy, but at this time he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chen, what he said is right! ”

When I looked at Wu Xiaoer, my gaze was eager to kill: "What do you say?"

"What I said is true?" Wu Xiaoer didn't seem to see what I meant: "I used to go to the south when I was doing business, and some places over there built tombs like houses, and they still put the ashes on the beams, which are the kind of crossed beams." ”

The leading warlock exclaimed, "How? Am I right? The jar you took is a coffin for corpses, and what you just scraped off the jar is human oil." ”

I squinted my eyes and said, "According to you, this jar was originally on the beams of the house, and what is it if a person dies and hangs it on the roof of the shed if he does not enter the earth?"

The leading warlock didn't know what to say for a while, he had studied folklore, but there were some things that were not included in folklore, which might involve superstitious beliefs and even local witchcraft.

The leading warlock was speechless when asked, but Wu Xiaoer took over the conversation: "I don't know this yet! I'm just afraid that the people in the jar will make trouble! Only by hanging people on the roof of the beams, and if they can't reach the sky or the ground, they can calm down that evil spirit! Wait until the evil spirit is almost gone, and then bury the people!"

"What kind of mess is it?" I glared at Wu Xiaoer fiercely: "Shut up for me!"

"I'm really not ......," Wu Xiaoer said incoherently: "You can see for yourself, there is still oil on the beams of the house! That is, the human oil in the jar has seeped down." ”

I didn't wait for Wu Xiaoer to finish speaking, so I scolded: "Keep your mouth shut! Talking nonsense all day long, as far as you know, others don't know anything, right?

Wu Xiaoer's words actually make sense. However, I can't make him understand, at least not the Warlocks. We're not going out for a while.

I was reprimanding Wu Xiaoer, but the leading warlock thought that I was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai about himself, and immediately lost his temper: "What's the matter with you? You don't believe what others say, and you can't say it yourself." You said that the crockpot is fine, do you dare to eat the black oil in the crockpot? If you dare to eat it, I won't say anything. ”

I sneered and picked up the crockpot, pulled out a piece of black oil from it with my hands, and held it up in the air.

Ye Xuan suddenly panicked, "Old class, don't be a tiger, what kind of thing is that, you dare to eat it in your mouth? It's not worth it to be angry! You quickly put down ......"

Before Ye Xuan's words were finished, I suddenly grabbed the neck of the leading warlock, carried him in front of my eyes, raised my hand and stuffed the piece of black oil into the leading warlock's mouth, and followed with my right hand to cover the leading warlock's mouth. It wasn't until I watched him swallow the black oil that he let go.