More and more blood poured out of the walls, and the blood on the ground was almost at my feet, and the air smelled of disgusting blood. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lao Hei held the soul hook lock, folded his hands, and recited a few incantations in his mouth. The Soul Hook turned into a blue light and flew quickly into the wall, wrapping tightly around the human figure embedded in the wall.

"What is this, what is this......" The ghost in the wall struggled in a panic, trying to break out of the wall, but it seemed to be controlled by an invisible force in the wall, and it couldn't break free at all: "Who are you!"

"Huh!" Lao Hei snorted coldly and looked at the wall quietly: "You are not qualified to know, you actually dare to use the yin qi in the building to cultivate, it is not a shallow sin!"

After Lao Hei finished speaking, his hand made a movement in the air, and the soul hook lock was instantly tightened, directly locking the ghost in the wall.

"Find someone to prepare the oil pot, move quickly!" Lao Hei raised his arms and maintained his movements in the air, looking a little struggling.

Oil pot, where to get oil pot now?

That's right!

I quickly pulled out my phone, but now I finally have a signal. Dialing Lin Jiayu's number, Lin Jiayu and Mr. Li have been waiting at the door of the building, and now let them go to the cafeteria to burn the oil pot immediately, it should be too late.

After informing them, I suddenly found a small black porcelain bottle from my bag, the porcelain bottle was wrapped in a red envelope, and there was a small gossip figure at the bottom of the bottle.

What is this thing for? I don't think I've seen it before.

Since it was prepared by grandpa, there should be an instruction manual. But I rummaged through the bag, and I didn't see how to use it.

An idea suddenly flashed through my mind, and I quickly uncorked the bottle.

Sure enough, Grandpa hid the instruction manual in the bottle.

It turned out that this bottle was used to collect yin qi and use it to collect ghosts...... Probably too, right? It feels like collecting yin qi and collecting ghosts are similar principles.

Forget it, give it a try!

Follow the instructions on the instructions, uncork the bottle and aim at the ghost, remove the small gossip at the bottom of the bottle, and slowly move it back.

It really worked!

"Ah~" The wall began to change, and the ghost inside slowly moved backwards, as if attracted by the power in the bottle.

The old black glanced at me, and tightened the soul hook to match my movements.

"Ah~" The ghost let out a high-pitched cry, which suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke and burrowed into the bottle.

Quickly plug the mouth of the bottle and wrap the bottle tightly with the red envelope just now.

I didn't expect that such a small bottle could actually hold a ghost. Grandpa gave me so many things, it seems that this is more powerful.

After the ghost was put into the bottle, the wall also returned to normal, the blood stains on the ground were gone, and even the surrounding yin qi disappeared.

"How's the frying pan ready?" The old black put away the soul hook lock and walked over to me.

"It should be almost!"

"Good!" Lao Hei nodded: "Let's hurry over, this bottle may not be able to trap it for long."

As soon as Lao Hei's words fell, the bottle in his hand suddenly shook violently, and his hand slipped and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough.

The ghost seemed to rush out of the bottle, and the bottle shook with more and more force, and I couldn't hold it.

"I'm coming!" Lao Hei took the porcelain vase in my hand and strode out.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Xiao Yang had already woken up and was cooking oil pot with Mr. Li. A huge pot filled with oil.

"Sister Leng, you're back, what is this oil pot for?" When Lin Jiayu saw me, he immediately greeted me.

"It's too late to explain to you now!" I hurriedly walked over and took a look, the oil pan was only a little bit warm: "The oil pan hasn't opened yet!"

Lao Hei tightly held the porcelain bottle in his hand: "It's too late!"