"What's wrong?"

Seeing the strange reaction of this strong man, Pang Xiaodou couldn't help but look nervous, and hurriedly asked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"No, it's okay, I just felt like my arm was touched by something cold......"

The strong man looked at his arm while pretending to be relaxed, but this glance made his eyes widen suddenly, and he exclaimed with fear, "My mother, this! This! What's going on!? ”

I saw that on his wrist, I don't know when, there was an extra purple and cyan bloody handprint!

The mudra was very small, looking like a child's palm print, but it was surprisingly powerful, otherwise it would not have been possible to leave such a bruise mark just by touching it......

It's just that after playing the game for so long, Pang Xiaodou has never seen a player still have bruises, even if he is seriously injured, it is nothing more than reducing some health or hanging up directly, and the player's body will basically not appear scarred, after all, this is just a virtual game.

And just now, Pang Xiaodou had been looking at the strong man, he was very sure...... This guy didn't get hurt in any way!

"Shhh...... There's definitely something quirky in this! ”

Seeing this scene, Pang Xiaodou's heart was full of doubts and palpitations, and he quickly turned his head to check around.

At the same time, this small palm print that looked like a child's hand also reminded him of the string of children's laughter mixed with the wind that he vaguely heard when he had not entered the nine-story demon building before.

Before, he thought it was his own auditory hallucinations, or the sound of a violent wind passing through some special structure.

But now, his voice may be real, and there may be some connection with this little mudra......

"I, what the hell is going on with me, is it really related to the soul imprisoned in these rice?"

Seeing that Pang Xiaodou frowned and didn't speak, the strong man couldn't help but be even more frightened, and hurriedly asked nervously, and at the same time looked around like him.

"Don't be nervous, it may be that you have skin allergies, after all, these rice don't know how long it has been placed, and there must be a lot of bacteria in it......"

Pang Xiaodou said seriously.

He thought it was better not to tell his guess, this guy might still be useful later, and it wouldn't be beautiful if he scared him now.

"Ahem, ahem!"

The strong man choked heavily, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood, and he couldn't help but scold his mother directly.

Is it really good for you to talk nonsense like this!? Wouldn't it be a little too uninhibited!?

But even if it's a bit of nonsense, it's okay!?

What is skin allergies, do you dare to be a little more exaggerated!?

This Nima is a game, you give Lao Tzu a look at skin allergies!?

And even if it's a skin allergy, you can still make a small handprint from allergies, can anyone believe it!?

"You obviously don't believe what I'm saying?"

Facing the angry gaze of the strong man, Pang Xiaodou shook a sword and a sword in his hand slightly, and the gaze in his eyes instantly became cold, and he asked lightly.

"No, no, maybe it's really allergic, I have very sensitive skin, and I've liked allergies since I was a child."

The cold light flashed across his eyes, and the strong man was stunned for a moment, and quickly denied it.

This guy now has valuable things in his backpack, and he naturally has a lot more scruples in his heart than before, and he said that if this kind of thing hangs here, it will be really wronged, and he doesn't dare to disobey Pang Xiaodou at all.

In fact, Pang Xiaodou is also taking advantage of his psychology.

"It doesn't seem like there's anything good on this floor, keep going up, and lead the way in front."

Pang Xiaodou nodded with satisfaction and said.

……

The sixth floor of the demon tower is another ear room.

At first glance, the things stored here are very messy, and there is no systematic classification at all, such as: clay pots, fishing nets, rice sieves, bamboo slips, braziers, blacksaws, sheep's horns, turtle shells, sheepskin drums, and dog heads made into specimens......

In short, there are all kinds of messy things, but the placement is extremely elaborate and orderly, not like the farm tools and stone tools on the second floor.

In addition, unlike the other floors, the walls of this level are no longer clean, but densely covered with a lot of white human handprints!

"It doesn't look like there's anything good on this floor......"

The strong man said with some disappointment.

"Hmm."

Pang Xiaodou nodded.

However, he knew that these messes seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they were actually a huge classification, because they were more or less engraved with strange symbols or patterns......

They're all tools for witchcraft!

For example, a piece of bamboo slip he just held in his hand was engraved with a line of ancient seal characters: "You have long thorns on your chest, you can't hug each other, you can only look at each other like across the river." ”

This is an ancient curse witchcraft, and there is a similar witchcraft called "Fangluo" among the Dai people in the Celestial Empire, the purpose of which is to provoke the relationship between other people's husbands and wives and intervene themselves.

The method is to remove such a piece of bamboo from the fence of the graveyard of the husband and wife who wants to break up, engrave some cursed spells, and then put it under the other party's bamboo building, which will make the couple discord within three days, and the third party will have the opportunity to take advantage of the void.

Another example is the fishing net hanging on the wall, which in the eyes of the real Miao people, is a tool for catching ghosts, and they will avoid it when they see dirty things.

The rice sieve symbolizes the many eyes that can see through the whereabouts of ghosts, and hanging on the door can also play a role in driving away dirt......

In short, everything here actually has a role to play, and there are traces to follow.

Even the white handprints on the walls are used to ward off evil spirits in the eyes of some ethnic groups, and it is said that they are left by their own sorcerers, and all kinds of ghost-fighting postures are contained in them, and if the turtle sees it, it will be afraid to approach.

"This nine-story demon building is really not simple, the owner of the tomb has mastered almost all the witchcraft that can be said in the world, and regardless of the type, I really don't know what strange things will happen to the last three floors."

Pang Xiaodou thought in his heart, turned around unhurriedly, and didn't find anything to take away, so he turned his head and said to the strong man, "Okay, continue up." ”

"Okay."

The strong man nodded, and just turned his head to go upstairs, but suddenly pointed to the stairs passing through the seventh floor with a frightened face, and exclaimed, "Ah! You—Look, what the hell is that!? ”

“！？”

Pang Xiaodou hurriedly followed his fingers.

I saw a short black shadow that was only half a meter high, and suddenly retracted back to the seventh-story demon tower! (To be continued.) )