Finally, the last basket of mandalas also became **, and the water mill was full of viscous white liquid, exuding a pungent smell, Rao is Ding Xiaocong's soul was much stronger than ordinary people, and at this time, he was also dizzy for a while, and some couldn't support it. At this time, in the grinding plate, there was a loud snoring, and the yang soul was completely numb.

When I looked up, the roof was gone, and a strong young man with a miner's mask was lying on the edge of the gap, waiting for Ding Xiaocong's instructions.

Ding Xiaocong lowered his voice and shouted quietly while making gestures: "Let the big guys stop talking, let's do things." ”

On the roof, the young man immediately turned around and made a gesture below, and the old village chief and Hua Hongying hurriedly ran into the crowd, kept waving, and whispered: "From now on, no one is allowed to speak, be careful to wake up that thing......"

The villagers, who had finished their work, immediately put aside their work and gathered together, all of them tightly shutting their mouths, looking nervous and excited. Everyone has heard of the hemp people, and the ghosts are also turned over, but it is too bizarre, but everyone's ears are full of snoring, and the facts are in front of them, so I have to believe it.

The big guys think that this little mage is simply too godly, and it is also very interesting, he can actually think of such a method. Today's action is a feat, and each of them is a participant, and a sense of pride is in everyone's hearts.

On the roof, the young man untied the rope around his waist and lowered the end, he was a coal mine worker, wearing a professional gas mask, otherwise he would not have been able to stand the thick anesthetic gas in the room. Looking at Ding Xiaocong below, he admired it in his heart, this little mage was standing in the same place, and he could still hold it up to now.

In fact, Ding Xiaocong is also fast, his brain is dizzy for a while, his vision is beginning to blur, and all the sounds he hears are fluttering. If this continues, he will have to be turned over, and he will have to get things done quickly!

The coarse hemp rope was put down, Ding Xiaocong hurriedly took it, made four bottoms under the big stone mill, and then tied a dead knot on it. From this day on, this stone mill can no longer be used and will be burned down as well.

There was a "creaking" sound overhead, the thick hemp rope was tightened to the limit, and the 400-year-old stone mill was slowly hoisted up and raised to the roof, snoring all the way. Seeing that his work here was finally completed, Ding Xiaocong hurriedly ran to the door of the water mill.

The floor was full of **, slippery and unslick, plus Ding Xiaocong's feet were unstable, he ran and fell on a big horse, fortunately, he had not completely lost his intelligence, he rolled on the spot, and after getting dipped in **, he stumbled out of the mill.

"Ahh A pungent smell came into his mind, Ding Xiaocong sneezed heavily, and his dizzy brain immediately cleared up a little. "Huh?"

A pair of hands stretched out and supported Ding Xiaocong, it was Hua Hongying.

"There are mint, snake oil, borneol and ......," Ding Xiaocong recalled.

"A unique pick-me-up for myself." Hua Hongying helped Ding Xiaocong to the side, "Hurry up and preside over the work!" ”

Ding Xiaocong was a little delirious at this time, and was reminded by Hua Hongying, only to realize that he still had something to do. That thing was so powerful and terrifying that even though tons of anesthetics were given to it, there was no guarantee that the efficacy would last long, so it had to be burned quickly, lest it have too many dreams at night.

"Let's go!" Ding Xiaocong shook his head, opened his blank eyes, and chased after the excavator with the support of Hua Hongying and the old village chief.

The excavator bucket was tied to a wrist-thick hemp rope, and the almost 10-ton bluestone mill was hung, and it turned around on the spot and drove towards the newly dug soil pit. In the midst of the snoring, the villagers swarmed to follow, all keeping their mouths shut for fear of waking up the monsters inside.

Ding Xiaocong's worry is not superfluous, the soul can't actually hear the sound, so the mechanical sound can't wake it up, but when people speak, it will inevitably be mixed with thoughts, and this thing may wake it up.

The heavy excavator finally drove to the edge of the pit, and the bucket of the large truck that had been parked at the edge of the pit slowly lifted, and the raw coal immediately poured down. At this time, Ding Xiaocong was chased by the old village chief and Hua Hongying, and hurriedly gestured to the truck driver to slow down.

Ding Xiaocong couldn't stand anymore at this time, his two legs were like cotton, and he was paralyzed to the ground vigorously, and Hua Hongying and the old village chief had to hold him hard.

According to the instructions in advance, the bucket of the excavator began to slowly decline, about half of the raw coal was poured, the huge bluestone mill was placed on the raw coal, the young man who had been climbing on the bucket pulled out a knife from behind, cut the rope twice, the rope immediately broke, together the five hundred years of the big bluestone mill down the pier, broken into two halves.

Ding Xiaocong was so frightened that his soul flew away, and at the last critical moment, if he let the things inside escape, it would be over!

"Hurry up and pour coal!" Ding Xiaocong didn't care about the possibility of waking up the yang soul, and shouted loudly, the truck driver hurriedly lifted the bucket completely, and the remaining half of the car of raw coal poured down, and the big bluestone mill was completely buried.

At that moment, Ding Xiaocong saw in a daze that a human face seemed to appear on the milky white slurry on the grinding surface of the stone mill, but before he could see the truth, he was covered by the raw coal.

The size of the pit was calculated in advance by a professional master, and it was just right, and a cart of coal fell down and just filled up. Ding Xiaocong didn't dare to relax, he still beat his spirit, stared at the coal pit, and beckoned vigorously, "Hurry up and light the fire!" ”

The grinding disc was broken just now, and he didn't know if there would be a problem.

Coal has the effect of nourishing the soul, and if the soul of the earth can enter the coal seam, it will sleep very comfortably, which is Ding Xiaocong's second guarantee. But that's just for ordinary souls, this is a super ruthless character, and Ding Xiaocong doesn't dare to guarantee the effect.

A bucket of liquid was poured into the coal pit, and then the man struck a match and threw it in, and in an instant a fire burst into flames.

The oil was ignited, the flames rose a foot high, and the coal seam below was gradually lit up and began to glow red. Raw coal is not treated, so it is difficult to burn, but once burned, it has a lot of stamina, can be burned for a long time, and the temperature is extremely high.

Seeing the raw coal burning, Ding Xiaocong breathed a sigh of relief, and irretrievably began to soften, this time he really couldn't hold on.

The oil seeped down along the cracks of the raw coal, and in a short time the coal burned all over the pit, and although there was no flame in the pit, it was red. The unimaginable heat was steaming up, the air was violently distorted, and there was no one standing nearby, and the onlookers retreated.

When the raw coal is burned in the pit, the core temperature will easily exceed 1,000 degrees, not to mention the soul, and the iron will be burned into water.

Ding Xiaocong couldn't stand up, so Hua Hongying and the old village chief had to grab one of his hands and drag him back, dragging him to death. Ding Xiaocong was dizzy, his chest was stuffy, and he spit out a mouthful of jaundice.

At that moment, a whirlwind rose from the ground above the burning coal pit, twisting and twisting more than three feet high, and swirling into a spectacular fire tornado, emitting a piercing whistling sound.