Ning Ning nodded a little weakly: "I rested in the cave for a long time today before I could barely come back." ”

After all, Yunluo Yin gave birth to a child, and even the aura brought before was cleverly covered up by Miao Yuan.

She can give Ning Ning too little nourishment.

If Miao Yuan hadn't been helping, their master and servant wouldn't have known how much suffering they would have to endure.

"Xiao Luoluo shouldn't be affected, right?"

Ning Ning also knew that once the extreme yin physique was stimulated, he was afraid that disasters would follow.

In the days to come, it will be even more difficult to think about peace.

Although the previous ten years of the big guys have had a smooth weather, the future is unpredictable.

"You go back to her arm to recuperate, I'll figure it out." Miao Yuan said.

"Mr. Miao, there was a sudden vision in that well, should we go and see it?" Ning Ning was worried.

"I'll go and see it again."

Miao Yuan was dressed in white, staring indifferently at the well, thoughtful: what is it that makes Widow Wang do something rebellious.

This feng shui layout is ruined......

At this time, Yunluo also ran over panting, pressed his ribs, and pouted: "You don't wait for me, I'm out of breath......"

As he spoke, he took out the potato chips from his back and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bian said: "I heard about this well when I was a child, saw it, and spread it so miraculously, I didn't expect it to suddenly become like this. ”

"Not suddenly, but premeditated."

Miao Yuan has seen it, and the feng shui bureau of Widow Wang's house has been destroyed.

Her son would have died young, and it was supposed that her son would have died, but in two years.

But who is so unconscionable?

After Miao Yuan finished speaking, he took Yunluo to Widow Wang's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the king's widow with a cloak fiddling with the shape of a jar.

Miao Yuan's heart was suddenly shocked - this is a burial jar!

The so-called burial jar is specially used to hold the bones, which is now the urn.

And the jar in the widow's hand is very similar to the general's jar.

The difference is that the general's jar is used for storing Buddha beads and making decorations - the lid of this jar is very similar to the general's hat, hence the name.

But what the king's widow was holding in her hand was indeed a burial jar.

Looking at the things drawn on the jar again, Miao Yuan's brows furrowed.

Just now, I could only see a man bending down and holding out an object from the shard.

Now that I see the whole picture, it turned out to be a headless man holding his head and respectfully giving it to the person in front of him.

Such things and shapes are indeed rare.

Even the totems that only appeared in some primitive tribes.

Yunluo also followed: "What do you mean by that jar?" Is it to see you up? ”

Miao Yuan said lightly: "This is a living sacrifice. ”

That is, people were willing to sacrifice their lives to the gods who ruled over the land—and it was this kind of human sacrifice that the king's widow held in her hands.

Therefore, this jar is an offering to some kind of god, and whoever takes it is equivalent to robbing something from the god and will be punished.

No wonder there have been many strange things in the widow's house recently.

Feelings are taking things that shouldn't be taken.

But this thing has always been secret, how could it suddenly appear in the house of the king's widow.

And she just happened to lose her mind and destroy that eye.

Miao Yuan stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me." ”

The scarlet eyes of the widow Wang stared at Miao Yuan deadly, and laughed and said, "I won't give it, this is my son, my son." ”

"She seems to be stimulated here." Yunluo pointed to his head and said.

It's no wonder that a woman worked hard to bring up her son, but in the end she ended up with this.

Anyone is sad in their hearts.

"She's got a soul to take away."

"Missing a soul?" Yunluo asked curiously.

Miao Yuan nodded: "The three souls and seven souls of a person are indispensable. ”

As soon as Miao Yuan waved his sleeves, the jar fell from the widow Wang's hand to his hand.

Yunluo also leaned up and looked very carefully at the person who accepted the offering, the thing that accepted the human head, it was not like a person, but it was very similar to a toad spirit.

looked at the limbs, but he was limp on the ground, as if he couldn't stand up at all, and what was even more evil was that that thing even had a tail.

Ning Ning frowned: "It seems to be a snake man - this is the thing that made trouble this time?" ”

It is a very old legend, in Pangu opened the world, snake people and humans coexisted side by side, and later in countless battles, snake people gradually disappeared.

Some people say that it has completely disappeared, while others say that it is only scattered in some dark corner, surviving for a long time.

I can't imagine that it can appear in such a way on such an occasion.

The person who gave the king the widow jar was obviously not a ,—— orthodox deity who was coming from the right way, and there was no cannibalism, although it was a snake man.

Could it be that he is also an out-and-out evil god?

Or is it coming down at the clouds?

Miao Yuan turned around to look at the dark hall of Widow Wang's house, and said that he had to go in anyway.

Although the widow moved this thing, she must have moved greed so that others would have a chance to take advantage of it.

But this matter is about Yunluo, and Miao Yuan can't do it if he wants to stand by and watch.

So he asked Yunluo, is there a mirror?

Yunluo took out a small mirror from her pocket, as if everyone here knew that she loved beauty and always carried the mirror with her.

Miao Yuan looked at her reluctance, and smiled gently: "I'll pay you back in a while." ”

"This is a bronze mirror." Yunluo handed it over.

"Well, everything is good."

In a short time, he took pictures of everything he could and couldn't see in the back room.

Nowhere to hide......

"That's true."

When Yunluo heard this, he showed a very admiring expression without hiding it, and immediately stuffed the hawthorn strip in his hand to Miao Yuan: "What could it be?" ”

"Whatever it is, it's probably not a good thing."

"You're in charge of protecting Yunluo."

Miao Yuan commanded Ning Ning.

"Don't worry, I'll protect the big guy." Ning Ning said next to Yunluo.

Here, too, she felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"Wait for me outside, don't walk around, I'm afraid I'll hurt you for a long time." Miao Yuan said.

"No, I want to go in and have a look, too." Yunluo said this, and went straight to the palace of the widow Wang.

Miao Yuan frowned, obviously he didn't want the clouds to fall in.

But this girl has always been bold.

Widow Wang's house was originally not big, but after this period of change, it has become unrecognizable.

Even the room was full of a sweet, greasy and disgusting smell.

"What does it smell like? Why does it smell so bad. Yunluo asked with a frown.

"Big man, this is called the smell of burial, and I can often smell it when moving graves, but it is actually the corpse that is rotting, and the grease is soaking through the soil in an unventilated place."

Ning Ning said, in fact, this kind of smell, she used to face all day long in the mass grave.

Later, I got used to it.

I got used to the smell.

Miao Yuan bent down and picked up a black tile on the ground.

"What is this?" Yunluo leaned in.

"Something left behind by the culprit." Miao Yuan said that he didn't throw it away, but put it away casually.

"You are not allowed to touch my things, it is my son, he said my son will come back, will come back."

Suddenly, the widow of Wang, who rushed in from the courtyard, used her hands and feet against Miao Yuan.

Miao Yuan waved his hand, and the widow fainted lightly.

"Can you call a soul?" Yunluo asked.

Miao Yuan looked down at the widow on the ground and said, "Her soul is not lost, but captured." ”

"Caught?" Yunluo asked curiously.

Who wants to kill them all...?