When Furikawa and the others finally came out of the gap, the circular tunnel suddenly turned into a black pearl again, and fell back into Inuyasha's right eye socket.

"It doesn't matter! Inuyasha. Sunset Kagome's worried eyes widened in an instant, and she asked in a scorched voice.

"It's just to restore the original appearance, anyway, there are no more treasures in this cemetery, so let my father rest in peace." I only heard Inuyasha's attitude completely indifferent in reply.

"After all, what the Burial River Boy got can be called a real treasure!" At this time, Grandpa Minga was still thinking about the eggs and bowls in the hands of the burial river.

"With such a large secret pattern egg, and strange vessels filled with liquids or gases, am I always holding them so stupidly?" Fuhe looked very distressed, and his tone was even more complaining.

"You can leave it to me! If Grandpa Shen helps take care of it, you can definitely rest assured. Hearing the words of the burial river, Grandpa Styka immediately couldn't sit still on Inuyasha's shoulder.

"Good intentions."

Fuhe squinted at the thin mouthparts on Grandpa Mingjia's face, but he had no intention of handing over the egg to him for safekeeping.

What does it mean to get a sheep into the mouth of a tiger? As long as you take a closer look at Grandpa Shenjia, I believe everyone will be able to understand it very clearly.

"What are you doing with the Yellow Spring Knife?"

Sunset Kagome tilted her head and watched curiously at the funeral river's movements, "Are you going to cut the egg?" ”

"Uh...... I was thinking, since the Huangquan Knife can do all the things that we couldn't think of before, can it bring us another surprise? Fuhe sneered not without luck.

In fact, at the moment when Fu He just took out the Huangquan Knife, the Huangquan Knife seemed to have understood what he meant.

Under a soft light, the secret pattern egg was rapidly shrunk in a blink of an eye, and then merged into the Huangquan knife body.

"What about this bowl now?"

Fuhe couldn't help but raise the Huangquan knife and put it horizontally in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

However, it is a pity that Huangquan Dao did not give him even the slightest response.

"Maybe it's afraid that the liquid in this bowl will leak, so it didn't put it in!"

Sunset Kagome spoke to herself as she elaborated on her guesses.

If it weren't for the liquid inside, even if he held the bowl upside down, it wouldn't have poured out, and the burial river would have almost really believed her words.

"Ahh

Unbelievably, the Huangquan knife suddenly cut through the left hand of the burial river, and a drop of bright red blood fell straight into the bowl from the fingertip.

The crisp sound of water droplets rang in his ears, and the color of the gas in the bowl immediately changed.

Airplanes!

A huge flow of information rushed into Fuhe's mind like a tsunami.

But he had a Huangquan knife memory inheritance experience, and this time he did not faint in embarrassment.

Tianchi!

Two quaint mystical hieroglyphs again.