"Go!"

I let out a low cry, and the little golden sword turned into a streamer of light, burrowing through the crack in the window into the night outside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn an instant, a shrill cry sounded, followed by the sound of a "coo" falling to the ground.

I hurriedly pushed the door open and ran out, but I was not as fast as the little fellow, and he burrowed back into the ancient well like a tanuki, leaving only a piece of chicken feathers behind.

The others also rushed out, Han Xiaolin was in charge of guarding, and Qian Xiaoguang lit up the ground in front of me with a flashlight.

I squatted down and looked carefully for a while, and was surprised to find that there were two different colors of blood on the ground, one was ordinary red, with a faint residual temperature, which should be a hen's; There is also a dark red blood, which smells very fishy and is particularly choking.

Obviously, the latter blood does not belong to the hen, then the answer is obvious, it is infantile.

This is a bit of a misappropriation, because infant spirits have no blood as soul bodies.

"Brother Camel, he's not a baby spirit?"

Qian Xiaoguang was not stupid, he saw me pinching my blood in a daze, and asked me.

I nodded, and asked thoughtfully, "Is there anything else that looks like a baby spirit but isn't a baby spirit?" ”

The question I asked was a bit of a mouthful, but it was true, he looked like a baby spirit, but he wasn't.

"Could it be a walking corpse?" Qian Xiaoguang asked.

Han Xiaolin shook her head and said very simply, "No." ”

"Sister-in-law is so sure?" Qian Xiaoguang asked rhetorically.

I knocked on Qian Xiaoguang's head: "You are a second goods, if he is a walking corpse, your sister-in-law stomps her feet casually, won't he come to worship?" ”

You must know that whether it is a Chinese walking corpse or a foreign vampire, this kind of creature hierarchy outside the Three Realms and Six Realms is very strict, and those with a low realm often have to bow down when they see a higher realm than themselves. This is also the reason why Anthony called Han Xiaolin "adult" after seeing Han Xiaolin.

If that little guy was a walking corpse, after he felt Han Xiaolin's breath, he should come out and worship as soon as possible, this was instinct. But he didn't, so the possibility that he was a walking corpse can be ruled out.

Neither an infant nor a walking corpse, his identity really gives me a headache.

We discussed it for a while, but to no avail. So we went back to the house, ate a little dry food, went to bed, and decided to leave the mystery to tomorrow.

The room was prepared by Wan Yuan Bai early in the morning, Qian Xiaoguang and I had a room, and Han Xiaolin had a room by herself.

I didn't say anything all night, and when the next day's sun came in through the window and shone on my face, I sat up and stretched.

It was a restless night's sleep and I had a lot of nightmares. One of them struck me, in the endless darkness, a woman was disemboweled, and I could do nothing but watch as a pair of hands came out of the darkness to do this inhumane thing, and the worst thing was that the hands took out of her belly a bright red baby......

So until I woke up, I still felt tired, which was the result of a high level of tension in my body.

I put on my shoes and went down to the ground, ready to wash up, when I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something.

"Baby, baby, child, disemboweled......" After muttering a few words, a smile appeared on my face, and my brother knew what that little guy was.

I hurriedly took my mobile phone and made a call to my senior sister, who was recuperating alone in the farmhouse, and asked her about something.

Her voice sounded as languid as ever, and there was a mockery in her tone, but I was used to her style and didn't care, and the main thing was to get the answer.

After hanging up the phone, my mood was much lighter, knowing what that little guy was and his weaknesses, then the next arrest operation would be much simpler.

I got out of bed, asked Wan Wan Bai for a disposable paper cup, and went outside to the tap water.

The countryside is not as good as the city, not so poor and exquisite, and simply washing the face and gargling the mouth is considered washing.

There was breakfast in the village, and the three of us finished eating breakfast and started to prepare things.

The preparation is simple, a barrel of gasoline, a seven-sided iron plate.

Gasoline was easy to get and could be bought at any gas station, and the iron plate had to be of the bright silver kind, so we went to the building materials city.

After buying our things, we drove back to Wanyang's house.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was shining in the sky, it was a good time to arrange the formation.

So we set it up in full swing.

The formation I arranged was the Seven-Star Soul Locking Array that Brother Pony taught me, but I had to change it slightly.

I replaced the locking dragon nails with seven bright silver iron plates, centered on the sun, and arranged them around the wellhead at different angles. After that, a large net was arranged with a rope to tie the corpses, and the mouth of the well was supported by wooden sticks, which at first glance looked like a large umbrella. In jargon, it's called a bolo top.

With that out of the way, I poured gasoline into the dry well.

The wells in the south are generally not deep, so the sunlight can see the gasoline flowing down the well in one direction, and there seems to be a groove in that place, and I suspect that the little thing is hidden in it.

After a full barrel of gasoline was poured, I threw a flame charm down. Flames filled the entire dry well.

With a terrible wail, a white shadow jumped out of it, his speed was extremely fast, and he was caught off guard, and directly hit the big net, which quickly contracted, binding him in the net.

Then, the sunlight reflected from the seven bright silver iron plates shone on his body, and puffs of green smoke rose, and the sound of wailing pierced my eardrums.

I saw that it was almost over, and I kicked over the seven-sided iron plate, and the screams of the little things gradually stopped, turning into intermittent humming.

At this time, the little thing has been scorched by the fire of the sun, and because of the pain, the whole body is trembling uncontrollably, which makes people feel distressed.

I feel very uncomfortable in my heart, if I really want to talk about it, he is also a victim, but I can't be merciful because he is a victim, because his appearance is inherently against the way of heaven, and heaven will not tolerate it.

I pulled the little thing into the shade under the tree, and after a moment of relaxation, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked at me with hatred and anger in his eyes.

Qian Xiaoguang circled around him twice and asked puzzledly: "Brother Camel, what is he?" ”

"He is a poor worm, a child who was mutilated before he was born, and in his body, this evil existence is still stored." I paused and continued, "He's a monster. ”