Before I untied the gray cloth, I was mentally prepared, even if he was a three-headed rakshasa ghost.

Or a green-faced and fanged corpse-riding evil god, I can accept it, but I never thought that what he worshiped would be such a strange thing.

Under that gray cloth was a translucent jar.

In the jar, soaked in a gray-white thing, almost the size of a cat, it was not very clear.

When I got closer, I smelled a pungent smell of alcohol, which turned out to be not an evil god to worship, but a wine jar.

However, I soon became curious again, what was soaked in the jar?

It was found that in that jar, it was actually a baby soaked, the baby was lifelike, his eyes were closed, and he was still curled up in the mother's body, and there was a placenta attached underneath, which was a little blurry and could not be seen clearly.

Looking at it, it looks like it has just been soaked in the jar for a short time, and even the wrinkles on its body can be seen clearly, and even people can feel his snort, as if he is asleep.

I couldn't help but feel sick in my heart, and I almost vomited, I didn't expect this old man to be so perverted that he actually soaked a baby in wine here!

At that moment, a man walked in from outside, burst in, grabbed me by the collar from behind, and pulled me out viciously.

I looked back with great difficulty, and found that it was an ugly old man who was holding me, the muscles of his face twitching from extreme irritation, and both eyes, one large and the other small, were flickering with anger.

Obviously, I stumbled upon his secret, which annoyed him greatly.

I thought that the thing about making wine with babies hated this old man very much, and he was like this, so that I could wake up at once, whether he wanted to kill people.

I struggled several times, but the old man strangled my neck and it hurt, and I couldn't break free with my strength.

Just when I couldn't help but want to reach out and grab the Futu jade on my chest, what was unexpected was that the old man actually let go.

He looked at me with a gloomy face and a hoarse tone, "Who are you?" ”

The sound was as unpleasant as the tip of a knife cutting through glass, and the old man's face was ugly and hideous, and I was a little afraid of the instinct of this vicious countenance.

The old man let go of me, and I covered my neck and coughed for a long time, just like the fish that had returned to the water, gasping for breath.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing that I didn't speak, the old man asked in jerky words with a thick local accent.

I pointed to the baby in the jar and asked, "What's in there?" ”

We both grunted and glared at each other.

The old man puffed up, with two eyes of different sizes, glaring at me hatefully, and jumping to his feet to scold me in a dialect I did not understand.

The old man stopped talking at a glance, I glared angrily, this old man is simply perverted, he actually used the newborn baby to make wine, and did this hurtful thing, sooner or later the sea will not accept him, and he will have to be struck by lightning.

"There's nothing for you here, just leave quickly." The old man was impatient and reluctant to say anything.

"You're actually making wine with a baby. Nothing? "From where Yan Laojiu knew that before coming to the South China Sea, I didn't do some homework, at least I checked a lot of information on the Internet.

Because of the large waters of the South China Sea, you can go directly to the South China Sea from the waters, and Nanyang is the birthplace of evil arts, and the ten evil arts of Nanyang.

Because of this water, the water on this side of the South China Sea is very deep, and some aborigines will use some demonic magic skills.