"This is what I fell out of after I broke the statue, I don't know what material, but it is surrounded by a very strong evil aura."

Wang Lang reminded Huang Qi and signaled him not to touch it directly with his hands.

"Don't worry, how can you be as frizzy as a young man!"

Huang Qi nodded, took out a long tweezer-like thing from the drawer of his desk, and clamped the small black ball from a distance of more than thirty centimeters.

"What the hell is ......"

Originally, I wanted to see what method Huang Qi used to isolate the erosion of yin and evil qi, but I never expected it to be like this.

"Hey, hey, the solution is thought of, don't underestimate the wisdom of the grassroots people."

As if knowing Wang Lang's careful thoughts, Huang Qi laughed twice, his tone full of pride.

"Let's see what's going on."

Wang Lang was squeezed by Huang Qi and had no way to refute it, so he could only resort to a clumsy method of topic shifting.

Seeing that Wang Lang's appearance was a little annoyed and angry, Huang Qi stopped laughing, but turned his gaze to the four-armed Bodhisattva fragment in his hand.

Huang Qi observed very carefully, and had to compare it with the book, and the time was slowly extended.

Wang Lang was bored waiting on the side, so he simply copied a book and read it.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but at first glance, it has aroused Wang Lang's interest.

Huang Qi has a lot of books here, and most of them are related to his profession. Wang Lang watched it for a while, and learned a lot more about that mysterious world, and unconsciously felt a little awe.

"The children can be taught!"

Seeing Wang Lang frowning and reading seriously, Huang Qi nodded with satisfaction.

Since he put these books on the bright side, he naturally didn't worry about Wang Lang reading them, and he also had the intention of deliberately mentioning them.

It's just that learning is his own business, no matter how enthusiastic Huang Qi is, it is impossible to stick it with his eyes. Wang Lang is a studious person, and he will not give up recharging himself as long as he has the opportunity, and he can be regarded as not disappointing Huang Qi's kindness. 616

Time passed slowly, and it was almost eleven o'clock when Huang Qi finally raised his head.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be trickier than I thought!"

With a long sigh, Huang Qi was a little helpless, a little entangled, but more worried.

"What the hell is this?"

Seeing Huang Qi's appearance, Wang Lang couldn't help frowning.

"Most of the evil things in the world are naturally formed, whether it is ghosts, monsters, even zombies. Although there are also external forces intervening, the main role is still the yin and evil qi that wanders between heaven and earth. However, this is not the case with ghost bodhisattvas! ”

Huang Qi shook his head, frowned and continued: "Using the unborn child as the base material, supplemented by various secret methods, to create evil things that even the true Bodhisattva fears. The closer the unborn baby is to giving birth, the greater the resentment after death. If you use secret methods to torture again, the resentment will accumulate to an unbelievable level. This Ghost Bodhisattva sculpture is only the lowest, but it requires at least one human life to make. ”

"This thing...... It's so vicious! ”

Hearing Huang Qi's words, Wang Lang's heart sank, and the killing machine began to skyrocket wildly.

And not only that, but the body of the ghost bodhisattva is refined from the body of a baby, and the tormented soul is trapped inside. If I'm not mistaken, these evil spirits don't come from the ghost bodhisattva sculpture at all, but are attracted by the soul in it. ”

Huang Qi's expression was extremely serious, he hated this kind of mage who cultivated evil arts, but he felt deeply powerless.

"You're saying there's a tormented baby soul trapped in here?"

Wang Lang looked directly at Huang Qi and asked.

"Hmm."

Huang Qi nodded silently.

"Can it be exceeded?"

"The ghost bodhisattva is a first-class murderous creature in the world, and the soul inside is already resentful, and it has already been eroded by resentment because it has been tortured by secret methods. If the ghost still has a 1 in 10,000 chance to break through the obstacle and retrieve his memory to become a ghost head, then there is not even a 1 in 100 million chance of being made into a ghost bodhisattva soul. ”

Huang Qi shook his head, his tone was very helpless.

"I see."

Wang Lang answered, reached out and held the little black ball in his hand, wrapped it in a talisman and pinched it fiercely.

"Poof!"

A slight explosion sounded in the palm of his hand, and the little black ball that imprisoned the baby's soul suddenly shattered, and the terrifying resentment was frantically vented outward like a dam opening. And not only that, a thin shadow suddenly appeared from the resentment, like a prison bird rushing towards freedom, so unhesitating.

"Don't!"

Seeing this situation, Huang Qi couldn't help but scream, but what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

The dark resentment seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and no trace could come out of it, and no matter how the baby's soul struggled, it was trapped in it like resentment.