Qin Yan was like a real police dog, stretching his neck, his nose twitching at the table from time to time.

"That's it, open." Qin Yan stood up straight and pointed to the drawer to look at Zhu Xin.

Zhu Xin buried his head in the house looking for the key, and muttered while looking for it, "It's really weird, my sister never locked the ........ drawer before", and finally searched for a long time and didn't find it.

Qin Yan turned his head to look at the girl on the bed wearing a shirt and jeans, and said, "You take off your sister's trouser pocket and see if it's on your body?" ”

Zhu Xin Yiyan went over, flipped it twice, and sure enough, he found it in the pocket behind her sister's buttocks.

He inserted the key into the keyhole, and with a crisp "click", the smell just now became stronger as the drawer gradually opened, but no one could smell the smell except Qin Yan.

The smell is like the dead leaves in the deep mountains and old forests that have fallen to the ground due to the change of seasons, and gradually rotted due to the erosion of the rain; It is also like the hair of a person or an animal that has fallen naturally and is buried deep in the ground, and after a long period of bombardment, it brews a special pungent smell that can rise to the sky.

This smell was so clear and obvious to Qin Yan, but smelling too much would inevitably impact his mind. He asked for a tissue from the warmth to cover his nose, and then took out a palm-sized brown wooden figure from the drawer with one hand.

"This ...... What is this? Zhu Xin and the children looked at the lifelike and strange wooden villain in front of them with stunned faces.

Qin Yan picked it up and looked at it, and it could be seen from the traces on it that this villain was purely carved by a person with a knife, and judging from the depth of the knife marks, it was carved with a resentful force. But that doesn't stop her or his craft from being wonderful.

The sculptor, is this a grudge against the depicted characters? Admiration or hatred?

And judging from the hairstyle and clothing of this villain, there is no doubt that he is a man from ancient times. The man put his hands behind his back, his head held high, and there was a sense of pride and clarity in his eyes.

At the same time, Qin Yan also carefully found that there was a not-so-deep spot on the left side of the man's chin, which looked like the tip of the knife was deliberately pointed, but it could also be interpreted as perhaps the carver wanted to draw a trace on his face with a knife, but in the end he hesitated and was reluctant to start, but only nodded slightly on his chin.

But all of this is superficial and not a cause for concern. The most critical point is that this villain has been cast a spell, and it is still a kind of mana that is strongly suppressed and has a strong hatred similar to venting, but fortunately, the villain is not engraved with something that can be used to curse people, and it seems that the carver is a cultivator in the deep forest, or a human or demon, it is possible.

Qin Yan guessed that this person or demon might have had something with the man she carved out before returning to the mountains and forests to cultivate, such as the most direct and bloody love story, and then the love story that happened habitually although it was rotten and hated, of course, it could be other, or the carver was also a man, which was not impossible.

The wooden figure carries too much resentment and hatred from the carver, and also empathizes with her or him through an extremely long and arduous time, but even after the long river of time, it has not been able to wash away the anger on its body, but has allowed it to breed the darkest side passed from its master, and then a dark spirit emerges from its body.

But where did the carving go? She or he didn't take the villain with him anymore, did they go away with hatred at the end of their lives, or did they cultivate the Dao Feather and turn into an immortal?

Qin Yan could accurately guess that although this person was full of hatred, he only vented this frustration on the wooden villain, and would not really kill people. She is a cultivator, if she wants to harm others, she can just take action directly, there is no need to carve a villain to vent.

When Zhu Xin's sister picked it up, the dark spirit of the wooden villain must have been stirring in its small body, and she saw someone pick it up and take it home. Presumably it was happy at the time, but it had never been in contact with humans other than its owner before, and it had not thought about whether it had the ability to control a person's soul, nor did it anticipate what would happen when it entered a human body.........

Sister Zhu Xin's performance just now proves how unstable this dark spirit is, the simple rune paper that Qin Yan slapped into Sister Zhu Xin's head just now has already fixed the dark spirit in her mind, and now take out its true body, as long as this wooden villain is burned with real fire on the spot, the faint and vulnerable dark spirit will naturally disappear with this fire.

Qin Yan turned to face Zhu Xin's sister, holding a delicate wooden figure in his left hand, and stretched out an index finger in his right hand, and then a cluster of flames came out from the end of his index finger like a trick.

"Wow......." The onlookers let out a cry of adoration with wide eyes.

Feeling the dangerous aura from Qin Yan's body, the dark spirit shook unconsciously in Sister Zhu Xin's head, could this be said to be the first death before leaving the school?

"I didn't want to kill you, but since I encountered it, I can't ignore it, the resentment you carry is too heavy, and you have to run out to harm others before you are formed, which shows that you have no self-control at all. If I let you go today, and wait until you become refined one day, I'm afraid that even if your master comes, he may not be able to accept you. So........." Qin Yan babbled a lot, but at the end a sentence came out, "If you meet me, you can admit it." “

The wooden villain turned into a puddle of ashes in an instant under the burning of the real fire, and at the same time, a faint wisp of black gas escaped from Zhu Xin's sister's head, and then dissipated more and more faintly in the air in the bedroom.

In less than a minute, Zhu Xin's sister woke up slowly as if she had a nightmare.

"Ah", feeling the severe pain from her forehead, Sister Zhu Xin frowned and touched it, and when she saw the blood on her hands, she tilted her head and fainted silently.

"Huh...... My sister fainted ...... blood," Zhu Xin explained to the onlookers with an embarrassed grin.

The other three children breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and at the same time sighed in their hearts, fortunately, they were just fainting blood.

After leaving the bedroom, after a few people sat down in the living room, a few children asked Qin Yan how he played with the skill that was on fire just now? Is that magic or a special feature? Can you teach them?

Only Zhu Xin looked at Qin Yan calmly and asked, "Uncle Qin, does your superstitious method work?" Will my sister do it again? “