Lancang God has always been coldly ridiculed by Ling Xuanluo, and he has the intention of revenge, and he has revealed the privacy of his love with Sonya in public. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info Ling Xuanluo gave him this trick, and he was so disgraced that he had to take him back to the Chinese military tent to prevent him from continuing to talk nonsense in public.

Asked about red rice, Lancang God mentioned Yunnan's ghost hunting technique, Ling Xuanluo's heart trembled, remembering what Sang Ya said when he took him to visit the red rice terraces in the Golden Silkworm Gu Realm, and she told him at that time that red rice can set ghosts.

But what made him think even more was the mysterious note he had just received. The note happened to mention that if you want to fix the steel soul soldiers, you need to use red rice, which is a specialty of the Yunnan Whisker God Clan.

Is there a more tacit coincidence that the note and the Lancang God have arrived one after the other? Ling Xuanluo thanked the heavens for helping him, and when he looked at the Lancang God again, his eyes not only showed no hostility, but also revealed sincerity, and said: "Lancang God, the current military situation is urgent, and it is urgent. I must take action tonight to rescue General Fei Yi and the Tokai faction at the same time. Since you have come all the way to help in the war, stop going around in circles and say everything you need to say. ”

Seeing that he was no longer suspicious, Lan Cangshen also put away his cruel face, and replied seriously: "You are in a dilemma now, and you are at a loss for the Steel Soul Soldier, I can understand your feelings." But your uncle's business ......"

Ling Xuanluo hurriedly raised his hand and stopped: "I will definitely ask you about Uncle Xing's matter, but the most important thing at the moment is tonight's action, and everything else will be talked about later." There are tens of thousands of Steel Soul Soldiers, and I can't imagine that with just such a small bag of rice, I can defeat them all. But I have to remind you, knowing that this is a grain seed, it's a different matter!

Seeing that he was humble and polite, which was very different from just now, Lan Cangshen nodded with satisfaction: "This is like words! This is the attitude that juniors should have towards their elders." Well, let me demonstrate now how amazing this red rice is. But you have to get a basin of water first, not too much water, just cover the bottom of the basin. By the way, it's not enough to have a pot, you have to take a box of soil, and you need three layers of wet black soil. ”

Ling Xuanluo hurriedly complied, and the basin and soil were quickly sent in by a spirit boy soldier and placed in the middle of the big tent.

Lan Cangshen showed a rare solemn expression, first checking whether the water and soil met the requirements, and then biting the index finger of his right hand and dripping a drop of blood into the basin.

When his Qilin divine blood fainted in the water, he poured out the black soil from the box and spread it evenly to the bottom of the basin, allowing the soil to sink.

The water and soil quickly mix, forming a layer of black mud at the bottom of the basin, and the surface of the mud has a faint red glow.

Ling Xuanluo recalled the note, which said that red rice needs to be soaked in peacock blood, and Lancang God is now using his own blood, can it be effective?

Lan Cangshen was disturbed, a little impatient, and said angrily: "If you don't believe me, don't look at it!" This rice has been soaked by Sang Ya with the blood of the peacock ghost, and I just use my fresh Qilin blood as a blood guide to suck the blood qi out. Every drop of blood on my body is precious, do you think I can use it easily?"

Ling Xuanluo stuck out his tongue, wanting to say this, his immortal blood is estimated to be able to be used as a guide in the future.

After Lancang God finished complaining, he didn't make a sound, asked him for a red silk cloth bag, and carefully poured out a few grains of rice, for fear that he would not pay attention to scatter the rest, and after pouring it, he would tie the bag tightly.

Then with his other hand, he cut out a small hole in the middle of the mud in the basin, put in the grains of rice, and then played with both hands to fill the hole again, and his eyes swept to the sand bell on Ling Xuanluo's desk.

He bit his lip with big yellow teeth, walked over and turned the sand clock upside down, staring at the fine sand little by little from the center of the upper bucket and leaking into the lower bucket, and began to time nervously.