When I opened the lid of the atomizing pot, there was chaos in the small pot, which may be a visual illusion formed by the relationship between light and turbidity. When I looked into it this way, the square inch pot looked extremely deep, as if there was no bottom.

My third uncle, my sister and I looked straight into the pot, but no one spoke, and I believe that the two of them, like me, were also attracted by the incomparably deep darkness inside the pot, which looked like a miniature version of the abyss, giving me the illusion that there seemed to be another world connected to the pot.

Of course, this is impossible, how big is this pot, how can it have such a profound expression, it must be an illusion.

The third uncle closed the lid, thought about it, and handed me the pot. I was stunned and asked what it was for.

The third uncle said: "Qiangzi, you can't just rely on yourself to win the world when you make your debut in the future, but you also need to have a magic weapon at your disposal." I'll leave this pot to you, and I'll take it and think about it for myself. ”

"Third uncle, this pot is a bit weird." I smiled wryly.

The third uncle said: "This is what you want, it should be a test of your mind." ”

When he said this, I had to take it in my hand and turn it upside down, this pot is very heavy, and it is estimated that the whole body is made of fine iron. Since this pot now belongs to me, the mind is alive, to put it bluntly, this thing is essentially a toy, anything can be atomized, so what is good about atomizing?

My sister wants to grab this pot: "Brother, show me." ”

I quickly hid in my arms and reprimanded her, wanting to see everything, I don't know if curiosity kills the cat.

In the middle of the night, everyone was sleepy, especially the third uncle, who was a little unbearable at this time. I also want to ask him how he was captured by Iron Mask, but I can't bear to see his tired appearance. The three of us lay on the mat, groggy and asleep.

The third uncle was rescued, and there were a lot of us who were in a relaxed mood after the task was completed, so we slept very deeply this night. It's so comfortable.

When I woke up, I was lying on a mat with a faint light bulb on my head, and I had no sense of time, and I didn't know what time it was.

I sat up, my third uncle was still asleep, and my sister had already gotten up and was playing with the atomizing pot. I snorted, reached out and touched it in my arms, and the pot was gone.

I hurriedly went over and grabbed it, and my sister was shocked: "What are you doing, can't you look at it?" ”

"Is this what you're seeing?" I'm a little anxious, the crazy energy of Iron Mask is still vivid, not all caused by this thing.

My sister was very angry, I stuck the pot on the waistband of my pants, and my sister was furious: "I'm not going to look at it, okay, you can just stuff it into the crotch of your pants, save trouble." ”

I sat next to her and breathed a sigh of relief, "This thing is really weird, I told you about the Iron Mask last night, and you dare to touch it." What kind of character is Iron Mask, the famous Great Wizard, who is tortured and crazy by this thing. ”

"I'm not him, I don't use it to attract popularity!" My sister said angrily.

I'm too lazy to bother, no, no, no. At this time, the third uncle woke up, rubbed his eyes, saw me arguing with my sister, smiled and didn't say anything.

I quickly diverted the topic and asked how the third uncle was arrested by Iron Mask.

The third uncle said that he could still be caught like this, he lurked in the main hall of the underworld sect and was discovered by Iron Mask. Locked him in a cage, forced to cooperate with him, tortured for several days, Iron Mask is now insane, and he is to blame.

While we were chatting, Zhang Wentao came and brought food. While eating, everyone asked him about the situation outside, Zhang Wentao said that there is no movement for the time being, and if it is still like this tomorrow, he will contact the metal factory and help the third uncle open the shackles and handcuffs first.

Now we can't go anywhere with the third uncle like this, and we can't get through the security check on the plane. Again, Erlong is still in a coma, and we can't leave him alone in this hellish place. Although there are a lot of things, everyone is safe and sound, which is better than anything else.

The day passed, and in the evening Erlong woke up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Erlong woke up, but the whole person was in a very poor state, as if he had just been fished out of the water. It was strange that he had been lying in a dry place for a day and a night, and he was sweating profusely.

The third uncle and I helped him out, and Erlong's two feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, soft and weak. The third uncle touched his pulse and rolled his eyelids again: "Erlong, how are you feeling now?" ”

Erlong waved his hand, the facial features on his face were a little stiff, retched for a while, and said, "Headache, uncomfortable." ”

My sister said bluntly: "Brother Erlong, you have inhaled the incense of the other side." ”

Erlong nodded, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into some kind of memory, he slowly muttered: "It's uncomfortable, it's too uncomfortable......"

I anxiously asked the third uncle, is Brother Erlong okay?

The third uncle groaned: "Judging from the pulse, it shouldn't be a big deal, I tried it with a yin spell just now, and I can't see yin qi on him." It may be that you have inhaled the incense of the other side, and your body can't bear it, so you can observe and observe it first. Erlong's physique is fine, and from the current point of view, he will have to rest for a while after going back. ”

Erlong said softly: "Wang Qiang, help me to the corner, I'm dizzy." ”

I helped Erlong and slowly walked to the dark corner of the room and placed him there. Erlong sat with his head bowed against the wall and his hands on his knees. I was about to leave, when he suddenly called me softly: "Wang Qiang, are we friends?" ”

I was stunned: "Brother Erlong, of course, let's come all the way, and we can be regarded as sharing weal and woe with life and death." ”

Erlong said softly: "My biggest concern now is to reorganize the eight generals...... If this thing is not done well, I am afraid that I will not be able to close my eyes even if I die. ”

I hurriedly said: "Brother Erlong, don't think nonsense, we are out of danger, it's okay." ”

Erlong lowered his head and muttered: "Eight generals...... Eight will ......"

He seemed to be asleep, and I sighed and went over to tell my third uncle and sister what had just happened. The third uncle said: "Qiangzi, you are from Jiangbei, and the eight generals are also children of Jiangbei, I think you should take the opportunity to get closer to them, which will help you in your future development path." A good man needs three gangs, and you need to expand your network now. ”

The third uncle said that the feelings of the rivers and lakes are a resource that can be used, which makes me uncomfortable, but I have to admit that he is right.

In the dark, I knew the people in the eight generals, the first was Xie Nanhua, then Erlong, He Tianzhen, and later met the fake Jieling, speaking of which may really be fateful.

The next day, Zhang Wentao came, with a lot of food, and he told his third uncle that he had already contacted the director of the metal factory, and he could go over today to cut off the shackles and handcuffs. Without further ado, follow him right away.

The third uncle looked at me and my sister, a little uneasy, and told the two of you to take good care of the house, and we can come back in a day.

The two of them are gone. Without the presence of the third uncle, my sister and I were neither big nor small, so I had to take out the atomization pot to see. also said that she didn't touch it, let me fiddle, and finally sarcastically mocked me for being too timid, afraid of doing an experiment.

I was so entangled by her that I had no choice but to take out the atomizing pot, and there was just a piece of tattered on the mat, revealing the cotton inside. I pulled out a pile of cotton and stuffed it into the pot and shook it.

My sister leaned next to the pot to listen, there was no sound inside, and at this moment, white smoke slowly came out of the spout, and the smoke was a faint milky white, like a smoke ring from smoking a cigar.

My sister was next to me and sniffed: "Brother, there is a fragrance." ”

I also smelled it, and the fragrance was hard to describe, with the pure aroma of nature. The smoke "poofed" more and more, and as we smelled, the smoke gradually faded and finally dissipated into a wisp of light smoke in the air.

My sister urged me: "Brother, there was too little cotton just now, you can try something else." ”

I remembered that there was a rag next to the sink, so I went over and brought the dirty rag, and my sister covered her nose: "You can really do it, can't you get something good?" ”

"You know what, I'm doing experiments." I say.

I looked around for a knife, trying to chop up the rag or it wouldn't fit in the pot. My sister said: "Brother, the atomization pot looks like it has no bottom, will it be possible to stuff a rag into it?" ”

When I think about it, I try it, and it doesn't cost anything to try.

Open the lid, I stuffed the rag into the pot, and something magical happened, the atomizing pot really seemed to have no bottom, and the rag was not too much, and I actually stuffed a whole large rag into it.

My sister and I wanted to see the atomization process, but the rag was stuffed inside and there was no change, and no white smoke came out. I closed the lid and shook it slightly, only to see white smoke coming out of the spout.

"Brother, it turns out that if you don't close the lid, you can't complete the atomization process." My sister said.

I gritted my nails and thought.

My sister said: "Could it be like this, what really plays the role of atomization is not this pot, but the lid of the pot!" ”

"What about the body?" I asked.

My sister said: "The body of the pot may just be a special container, which can accommodate all rivers and rivers, and can hold anything of any size." ”

"You mean, the lid and body of the pot are not made of the same substance?" I say.

"How do I know, I'm not a fairy, that's how I guessed." My sister said.

At this time, more and more smoke came out of the spout, and my sister and I both smelled a faint aroma, which was not the same as the cotton just now, but it was classified as a fragrance series.

"No," said my sister, "the rag is so dirty and smelly, why is the smoke so fragrant?" ”