Bai Ze really wanted to continue cultivating, but the wine worm was already so tired that he fell asleep. Without aura, Bai Ze had to pick up the finger bones and the small bag to explore.

Compared with the phalanges, the small bag attracted Bai Ze's attention more. Unlike Fang Gongzi's fat boss, before they entered Beijing, they knew that they were likely to never return, so it was understandable that they didn't carry many things. But the Ghost King would never have thought that he would die in the hands of Bai Ze, but as the top figure in the demon world, the Ghost King left very few things after his death, which is somewhat unreasonable.

"If the big bag is used to store ghost things, is it possible that the small bag is used to store items?" Bai Ze felt a little excited to explore the treasure, and flipped through the booklet of the Animation Immortal Zhai, looking for the law to open the storage bag.

Some of the most basic legal decisions are inherently similar to those of various sects. Finding the relevant records and consuming two Hui Guang, Bai Ze's mind flashed with inspiration, and he opened his eyes with some surprise, and couldn't help but think about it, "Isn't this a spiritual seal?

The storage bag of a normal Qi refining cultivator should have required a spiritual seal, but the storage bag of the ghost king needed a spiritual seal. Bai Ze thought of the three ghost thorns of the Ghost King again, and guessed in his heart that the Ghost King's vein was the only one in the demon world that did not cultivate gods, and was still using ghost cultivation spells based on qi refining supplemented by cultivating gods.

Bai Ze became more and more interested in the ghost king's storage bag, and as soon as his soul condensed, he manipulated a large amount of spiritual power to form a special seal, and used the trace of spiritual power in the acupuncture hole as the source of movement, and hit the small bag.

The mouth of the pouch loosened slightly, revealing the empty space inside. Bai Ze immediately immersed his soul in the storage bag, and a faint soul roar came from it, but it didn't have any effect at all.

Soon, as the original spiritual seal was erased and the new spiritual seal condensed, this small storage bag officially changed hands.

Bai Ze sensed it, this small storage bag is about twenty square sizes, and it is really mixed inside, and everything can be used.

Bai Ze controlled the mouth of the bag to open wide, and began to dig it from the inside, a large mirror cauldron, a thick black cortical secret book, a lot of gray and black dead skulls, several large jars of blood, plus a lot of miscellaneous materials fell to the ground one after another.

The originally elegant chatting became gloomy in an instant, and it didn't look like a place for good people at all. The mirror was interested in the pile of miscellaneous things, and couldn't help but exclaim: "This is the soul storage box, this is the black skeleton, isn't this the soul skin......

As if announcing the name of the dish, the mirror said for a while before he suddenly said the theme in surprise: "These are all commonly used materials for ghost cultivation!"

Bai Ze put the two large bags of spirit stones inside by his side, and had already flipped through the black book. Recently, every time he reads a book, he has a good harvest, and Bai Ze has become accustomed to encountering unknown things, so he looks for a book to read first.

This book is a combination of secret methods and notes, and it records a lot of methods for making evil materials, as well as many interpretations of various mystical remnants by ghost kings of previous dynasties.

"No wonder the ghost king saw that he was not killed by the ghost stab, but became more excited, it turned out that he had taken a fancy to his own cultivation of the mystic method. Bai Ze sighed.

"If the monk who painted the immortal Zhai is a well-known and upright person, he can continue to walk on the path of cultivation step by step, emphasizing the 'Fa' and ignoring the 'technique'. Then the ghost king is an evil researcher, and in his limited life, he concentrates all his energy on the study of "magic" to the extreme. ”

Bai Ze's eyes lit up, and he became more and more caught up in the strange spells of the black notes, and his hands continued to flip non-stop. After a while, this black notebook has reached the last dozens of pages, and these dozens of pages are also the essence of the study of ghost kings in the past dynasties - one hundred and eight ghost arts.

This one hundred and eight ghost spells involve all aspects of cursing, tracking, attacking, refining ghosts and materials, mind manipulation, and some unique spells, which can be called a treasure book tailored for the lone ranger.

Some of the ghost spells above have been replaced and modified several times, especially the ones with lower rankings, and they have been changed many times. Bai Ze roughly browsed it, and the refining process of some of the materials and ghosts in it was cruel and outrageous, but many ghost techniques did have a great effect.

For example, the seventh-ranked Skull Seal, which is very stealthy when casting spells, but has the effect of tracking and mental confusion, and it is indeed very effective. Another example is the fifth-ranked ghost fire, which can be used to refine materials and attack enemies, and it seems to be much easier to use than your own fox fire.

However, the top three ghost techniques are all methods of refining and manipulating ghosts, but thinking of the strength and weirdness of paper people, clay puppets and ghost generals, Bai Ze couldn't help but sigh that the ghost king's line is indeed superior in exorcism and puppet control.

Although he really wanted to continue studying, Bai Ze suddenly felt in a trance, and felt a little tired. As Bai Ze's spirit descended to a critical point, the door of chatting in front of him suddenly opened, revealing a gloomy and snowy sky.

"It seems that staying in Liaozhai will still consume mental power!" Bai Ze put the sleeping wine worm into the wooden tube, stuffed the scattered items back into the storage bag, felt more and more dizzy, and hurriedly walked out of Liaozhai.

The wooden door closed abruptly behind Bai Ze, shrinking into his mind, unlike every time he disappeared, Bai Ze could faintly feel a little golden light in the depths of his mind, but because of his lack of energy, he could not summon it again.

Although the snow in the sky is a little lighter, there is still no tendency to stop, Bai Ze took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, it is now four o'clock in the morning, and he has been in the chat for about four hours.

Stomping his feet, Bai Ze got into the small pavilion, and it would be almost dawn in three hours, but seeing the heavy snow, I am afraid that there may not be a ship tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Bai Ze took off his clothes and shoes and put them in the storage bag, planning to swim back to the riverbank. Although he could swim, he had never swam in the Li River, let alone in winter. However, those winter swimmers on weekdays are fine, and his physical fitness is better, so there should be no problem.

Just after the winter of the year, in the early morning of a snowy day, Bai Ze moved his body, his body was hot, and he plunged into the river more than a kilometer wide. The cold and biting river water immediately chilled into the bone marrow, Rao is physique of Bai Ze, and he also felt that his muscles were frozen and a little stiff.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and kicked the water under his feet. With the physical activity, the hot half-demon blood flowed in the body, Bai Ze swam faster and faster, the rolling waves did not block this half-demon, and after a while, the water splashed in the dead bushes on the other side of the rocky island, and Bai Ze climbed onto the shore from the river.

As soon as the cold wind blew, Bai Ze couldn't help but shiver, exhaling, he hurriedly wiped his body with snow and put on his clothes. After moving for a while, Bai Ze's body regained its heat, he took out his mobile phone, looked at the map to identify the location, and just wanted to walk towards the city, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Bai Ze squatted down and looked at the lump of slime on the bushes around him, and the faint demonic aura was dissipating.