Grandpa looked at the treasure in my hand.

I found a box from inside my clothes, the size of a box I had given for a watch.

When I opened the box, half of the box was full of golden silk nets, like silk threads made of gold.

I saw my grandfather holding his staff and whispering a few mysterious spells, and a golden worm like a silkworm crawled out of the silk net.

Countless little feet squirmed, the head had two snail-like antennae, and two eyes like two black sesame seeds.

I didn't dare interrupt Grandpa's spell, I just watched carefully.

The incantation continued to be chanted, and the speed seemed to be faster, and Grandpa's staff instantly pointed at Bao'er, and the black qi in Bao'er's body floated out, followed the staff movement, and attached to the golden silkworm.

In an instant, the golden silkworm wrapped in black gas began to roll in the box, as if it was very painful. And Bao'er on the side seemed to be relieved, and her eyes seemed to be open.

I quickly put Bao'er away and watched my grandfather continue to chant the mantra.

In the end, the grandfather touched a ring on his hand holding the staff, and the black gas wrapped around the golden silkworm was sucked into the ring.

Only then did Grandpa close the lid and exhale softly.

"Grandpa?" I asked.

Grandpa's eyes flashed again, looking at me.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

"The Golden Silkworm King." Grandpa said flatly.

"Oh, it's the Golden Silkworm King, I thought the Golden Silkworm King would have wings." I looked at the box and thought to myself, is this the Golden Silkworm Gu?

Grandpa smiled lightly, "If it had wings, it would have entered the museum." ”

"I don't understand a little, since grandpa you can directly accept the undead into your ring, why do you have to transfer it to the golden silkworm first and then collect it?"

Grandpa put the box in his clothes and said: "This golden silkworm king has to stimulate it from time to time, so that it feels that there is an enemy, so that it will speed up its cultivation and lay eggs, if you don't stimulate it, it will live too comfortably, and it will be no different from ordinary silkworms."

"This is the law of nature, if you live in danger all the time, you will become stronger, the law of the jungle, and the winner is king." Dad's voice came from behind me, and I don't know when he was already standing behind me.

If it was my grandfather or my mother, I would probably have listened to it, but when my father said it, I only thought he was extreme.

"Grandpa, can you send these spiders away after completing the human sacrifice?" I asked.

Grandpa shook his head, looked at me and said, "Unless the owner of these magic weapons can control the undead attached to the spider, there are only two ways for others to exorcise or destroy." ”

Grandpa paused and said, "Or if you can have the power of the gods, you can completely subdue them." ”

"Grandpa, aren't you a tenth-order head descending master? Not even you? I asked.

Grandpa looked at me lovingly and smiled again, and said, "Human power is limited, don't waste your strength in a useless place unless you have to." Especially in a place like this that consumes a lot of mana, you have to be more cautious, right? ”

I nodded.

Grandpa continued: "The problems that can be dealt with simply are never complicated, this is one of the rules that our Shangguan family has always done things. ”

In this way, grandpa can handle this kind of thing, and the second senior brother can also handle it. It's just that the two people have different attitudes when they encounter this kind of thing. The second senior brother tried his best to solve it, but as a result, a lot of mana was consumed in the early stage, and in the end, he was unable to do so so he had to use the most tragic method. Grandpa, on the other hand, will never waste his strength until the critical moment.

Later, no matter what I asked my grandfather, as long as it was related to artifacts and family, my grandfather would stop talking. But when I talk about the naughty things I was when I was a child, my grandfather would reminisce with me.

Suddenly I smelled a good smell and turned my head, and my mother was holding two dough cakes in her hand, and a can of anchovies. This is my favorite snack when I was a child, it is numb, spicy and enjoyable.

"Hooray!" I took the dough, tore the middle and poured a little anchovies into the dough, and when I saw that everyone had it in their hands, I happily ate it.

"Uh-huh!" As soon as I took two bites, I pounded my chest because I ate too quickly.

"Slow down, slow down, my little ancestor." My mom looked at me and laughed, turned around and took another bottle of Coke out of her bag.

After two mouthfuls of heavy pouring, I began to wonder in my heart, why did I like to eat it when I was a child? Did my mom know that she was going to meet me?

No matter what, whatever, I'll always know later.

The meal was devoured and eaten so comfortably that if it weren't for the occasional crackling firecracker, I would have wanted to sleep soundly again.

At this time, Wan Camel ran over, still holding a half-fast dough cake in his hand, and said to me with a hippie smile: "Xiao Shuai, we have all eaten, Uncle Ming and the short sword are not yet, you see ......"

I saw that my parents, my mother and grandfather were all looking at me, my heart moved, and I said to Wan Huo: "You are Uncle Ming who paid you to invite, he should take care of your food and your accommodation, you can find Uncle Ming to eat." ”

As I spoke, I went to drag the remaining half of the bread in Wan Huo's hand, and Wan Huo flashed over and said with a smile: "I don't care, I don't care." After saying that, he took two bites of the bread next to me and ate the bread into his mouth.

I saw a hint of joy on my father's face, so I said to my mother: "Short sword, we are still a man, we are still doing well in Genghis Khan's mausoleum, mom give me a bottle of water and give me a cake." ”

My mother smiled and gave it to me, I handed it to Wan Camel, and said to Wan Camel: "This is a short sword." ”

Wan Huo's happy fart ran over with the cake, I watched from a distance, and the short sword took the cake and handed it to Uncle Ming. Uncle Ming still broke the cake in half and handed half to the short sword.

At that moment, the spiders suddenly became berserk, squeaking loudly, and countless squeaks gathered together to make the scalp tingle.

We all stood up and looked nervously ahead.

The spider army didn't move forward, but the formation was actually very neat, and it was denser than before. Spiders of all sizes spread their chelica and roared incessantly. The sound of a single spider is very small, but the sight of so many spiders roaring together is really terrifying. It is like the roar of "ho, ho, ho" before the ancient Mongol army launched a charge.

What to do! My brain is racing, use derivation to see? Then I looked at my grandfather.

Grandpa touched the ring in his left hand with his right hand, opened his hands and raised his staff and began to murmur loudly.

I'm sure it's not a kanji mantra or Sanskrit, or an ancient witch script, but I have the first feeling in my heart, Thai!