If it were someone else, he would only think that this clay figure was made of clay as a whole, but there was just a stone mixed in the middle, and there was nothing abnormal, but although the bald old eagle looked like a big old man, he actually had a certain amount of experience, and he didn't think that this apple-sized stone just happened to exist in the clay figure, and he gradually began to feel that this stone might be the key to the problem

He put down the Luoyang shovel, picked up the stone and put it in his hand and weighed it, it was heavy, it should belong to the stone material from the weight analysis, he put the stone in his ear and shook it, the inside was solid, there was no shaking, he put it on his nose and smelled it, there was no smell, no matter how you look at TMD, it is an ordinary stone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bald old man looked at the apple-sized stone in his hand with a little confusion, and muttered in his heart, could it be that I thought too much and read it wrong, is it really nothing special, but if there is nothing special about this stone, then there is really no hairball in the dark compartment, but if there is no hairball, then why is the clay figure whose head was cut off by me just now gone, and then there is another one, and how to explain it? This clay figure has to look exactly like me, which is obviously a fraud and a problem.

In the face of this situation, if it was someone else who faced the red curse full of dark grids and the residue of this clay man, he would have patted his ass and left, after all, this dark grid looks like no benefit at all, and it is full of weird atmosphere, but the bald old man doesn't think so, of course he won't do this, he thinks that this place has attracted his dignified bald old man, he doesn't make a bottom here, he can't get benefits, he has to make a sabotage, otherwise he is unbalanced in his heart, this is one of them.

Second, he subconsciously thinks that no matter from the big feng shui or the small feng shui, there must be something strange here, it is absolutely impossible that there are no hairballs, if it is really like that, this paradise forest will never be so abrupt and exist in a large area of bare mountains where birds do not and grass do not grow, and if there is no hair here, then how to explain the mouse he stepped on outside the temple, the body is so big, the expression is so old-fashioned, and it has only been dead for such a short time, why does it rot so quickly, and the little mouse in its body, how to give birth to it is like an old goblin, ghostly and ghostly, all this is very unreasonable, he was even sure that the good things in the dark grid were still there, and they had certainly not been stolen, and that things were still here that played some role in the entire Feng Shui and the entire Five Elements.

The bald old Diao thought about it, the more excited he became, he looked at the apple-sized stone in his hand, and then at the clay scum on the ground that he had broken, and he suddenly had an idea in his heart, I threw this stone back into this pile of mud and dregs, quietly hid aside, and then recited the spell on the wall to see what would happen.

Thinking of this, the bald old man thought about it more and more, and felt that this was the case, and he should do it. So he put the stone in his hand back into the pile of slag, he turned the flashlight to the one that hit the area with the most and the dimest light, and then pointed the light at the place where it could hit the pile of dirt.

The bald man is very clever, he knows that he should not hold the flashlight in his hand, but should put it at a certain distance from himself, this place must be a place where he can recapture the flashlight with a turnover, but he must hide in a place where the flashlight does not shine just in case. When everything was ready, the bald old man swooped to the side and hid in the corner, hiding in the darkness where the flashlight could not be illuminated.

His eyes stared at the stone and the mud for a moment, stared twice, and felt that something was missing, he remembered, he should recite the blood-red spell on the wall again, he is indeed nervous, he is not afraid of anything when he thinks of good things, he looks at those spells one by one, and reads them again in his mouth, "Motivation and praise, suddenly your teeth are better than it, you know the and the shoes, you go and get the flowers..." This time, the effect of reciting it did not improve at all, and he still read a good evil spell as a lewd curse, and even the tone and tone did not even change at all, and after the exercise, sure enough, the pile of things on the ground began to slowly change.

There was no other person in the dark compartment, no wind, and even under the action of no external force, he saw that the pile of mud that was scattered and scattered by him began to surge, slowly and frequently gathering towards the apple-sized stone, seeing this scene, he completely believed that it was a ghost, and his heart was hanging in his throat, how could there be such a thing, tmd's apple-sized stone was alive, and he was still throwing it around in his hand just now, he couldn't help but be frightened that his heart was pounding, and he was very afraid of his behavior just now。

In this panic, the bald old man was scared while caressing his heart, while staring at the pile of mud slowly gathering from all sides to the middle, gradually wrapping the stones, accumulating layer by layer, slowly forming a larger ball, and then continuing to accumulate, forming a column that was half a person high, and the surrounding sand continued to gather towards this cylinder, the column was higher and thicker, thicker and higher, and began to change to a human shape.

The bald old eagle was in a hurry, he seemed to understand something at once, yes, everything showed that the apple-sized stone was the key to the whole dark grid, although it was something, he still didn't see it at once, he felt that if there was anything valuable in this dark grid, it must be the stone just now, he had to get it out, otherwise this trip would really come in vain.

But there was obviously something wrong with the stone, how to take it out, and touch it again, but I really didn't have the courage, the devil knows what kind of living creature it was, whether it would suddenly suck his hand tightly, and then suck his blood out.

Between the lightning and flint, the bald old man was full of thoughts and doubts, and the fear of scaring himself, what should he do, but he really wanted to get this stone, he watched the mud around him gradually and gradually gather towards the human form, and his own appearance was about to reappear, tmd, do you have to wait for him to change back into himself, and then slap it again?

In the midst of the chaos, he suddenly touched a crumpled thing in his pocket, he remembered what it was, and he was overjoyed, and took it out, it was a black burlap bag, which was a ghost trick that he had given him by his brother, and it was a ghost pocket that had been opened by a high hate, and he had always felt that this pocket would not do anything. First of all, the idea of catching a ghost pocket is too ridiculous, just such an ordinary-looking black cloth bag, can it really be said that he can really catch a ghost if he has opened it? Second, this black pocket is too small, if it is a big ghost, how can he be caught? Such a small hard plug can't be stuffed in. But this cloth bag, which he had been with him for several years, and who had disliked useless things for several years, seemed to be able to come in handy today.

Can you trust this black cloth pocket that has been opened? I can't care so much at this time, so let's give it a try.