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"The enemy is coming!" I was startled, and immediately raised my hand to turn off the light, and hid in the darkness.

There was only one ring outside the house, and then there was no further movement.

I approached the door, looked cautiously out, and saw a small, withered figure standing under the eaves, leaning over, groping silently with his right arm into the jar.

His figure was somewhat familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Hey, put down the jar!" I snapped the lights on, then puffed up my chest and strode out the door.

This is in the Xia family's old mansion, and anyone who breaks in is suspected of stealing and robbing and must stop immediately.

The man got up, his right arm still in the jar, and squinted at me with disdain.

His posture is very obscene, and there is a strange jar on his right arm, which looks very ridiculous.

I couldn't laugh because I saw his face. I've seen that face in the camera surveillance data, and as soon as he appeared, he killed the ghost bodhisattva in the bathroom on the seventh floor under the "mirror room" with ghostly speed. Now, he's here again.

I remember that his name was "Xue Donglai", and he was from the same door as Xue Ao.

"Xue Donglai?" I called out his name.

"Boy, how do you know my name?" he asked.

"You killed the ghost bodhisattva, and this old account has not been settled. I replied.

"Settle accounts? It's up to you? The people in the entire Jinan City who can settle accounts with me haven't been born yet! Hurry up and get out of the way, don't delay me from doing business." Xue Dong said.

I consider myself invincible, but I can't retreat because he has an altar on his arm.

"Put the jar down. I said.

"When I put the jar down, your time of death will come!" he didn't take me seriously at all.

On the rivers and lakes, the law is always the strong, and the masters have never looked down on ordinary people.

I approached him step by step, and there was no knife in my hand at the moment, but I had the knife technique of "Shenzhou Nine Blades" in my mind. As long as there is a knife, even if it is a kitchen knife, it is guaranteed to kill him.

"Get out of here, I warn you, go any further, and I'll strike—" he yelled again.

From the moment he straightened up, he didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of the altar, which was very strange. Under normal circumstances, as long as you stand up straight, your arm will naturally be pulled out of the jar. In this case, the jar seemed to grow on Xue Donglai's arm. Not to mention fighting, even walking is difficult.

"Put down the jar, it's my house—" I spotted his flaw and grabbed at once.

Xue Donglai tried his best to hide it, and laughed: "Hahahahaha, your things? For the sake of the altar, I will spare you from death, get out of here!"

I could clearly perceive that his eyes were panicked when he started laughing.

The weight of a jar and ninety gold bars was already more than thirty kilograms, and even if he was strong, it was impossible for him to drag thirty kilograms of counterweight into battle.

What's even more terrible is that something terrible happened in that jar.

"Ahh

Looking like that, he just wanted to shake the jar off at the moment, but he couldn't break free.

"My hand, my hand ......," he howled loudly, turned to the left, and threw the jar against the doorframe. The terrible thing is that the jar hit the hardwood, but it did not shatter in response, and still firmly encased Xue Donglai's right arm.

"My hand, it hurts......" Xue Donglai failed to succeed in a blow, a large cold sweat suddenly welled up on his face, he jumped up and took three steps back, spinning in place, and the terrible "creaking" sound produced when he gritted his teeth in his mouth was endless.

It was evident that he was suffering immensely, as if a beast was frantically gnawing at his right arm in the jar.

I took a step back and stared at him to prevent him from making any more frantic moves in the midst of excruciating pain.

"You ...... What is hidden in the jar? What is it...... What the hell is it?" Xue Donglai's body kept shaking, and although he tried his best to support it, he still fell in the end.

In order to alleviate the pain, he also hugged the altar with his left arm, and hugged the altar with one hand and the other.

I don't know what's in the jar and haven't even checked it thoroughly.

On the bed of Sha Lao Fist's house, the gold bars, knife scores, and jars were placed separately, and I took it for granted that after taking out the gold bars and knife scores from the jars, the jars were already empty. By now, then, the jar should have contained only ninety gold bars, and nothing else.

I shook my head again and again, unable to answer Xue Donglai's question.

"You guys are treacherous...... It's too treacherous! In the ice coffin in the house, there is the corpse of the illusionist, and what is hidden in this jar must be the Gu worm of the Gu Alchemist...... You guys are so treacherous, I can't stand it anymore-" Xue Donglai roared, rolled around the jar, and suddenly jumped up in the air and pounced on me.

I was prepared, he had just started, and I had already taken a wrong step and moved sideways.

Xue Donglai threw himself into the air, fell to the ground, and finally pulled out of the jar with his right arm.

"Haha, I'm finally out of danger, I can't spare you, hahahaha......" Under the ecstasy, Xue Donglai laughed again.

I couldn't see his right arm, for what he had pulled out of the jar was only a bloody skeleton of his arm, and the flesh and clothing that had been attached to it were gone, like a freshly made specimen of his arm.

"Boy, you're going to die, you're going to die, you're going to die-" Xue Donglai pointed at me with his right hand, and stopped halfway through his words, because he had also discovered the bloody fact that "the arm became a specimen".

"What? what happened, what the hell happened?" he muttered to himself.

I don't know what happened in the jar, and besides, after Sha Lao's fist dug into the jar, he must have stretched his arm inside to get something, but nothing strange happened, and it's fine now.

The jar does not have the function of accurately "recognizing people", and the only person who can "recognize people" is the person who made the jar, that is, the grandfather who entrusted the jar to Sha Lao's fist.

"Say, what did you do in the jar?" Xue Donglai pointed at me with his "specimen" arm.

The "specimen" began from his shoulder down, and from there to his fingertips, the bones and tendons were intact, but there was not even a trace of flesh and skin, which was impossible for even the best slaughter and boning masters. What's more, the jar is pitch black, and without lights, it is impossible for any human person to debone and cut the flesh to the point where nothing remains.

The remnants of blood slowly dripped from his elbows, wrists, and knuckles, making it even more terrifying.

His "arm" is gone, but his "hand" is still there, and the terrifying feeling is indescribable. In my eyes, he was a ghost, not a living person at all.

In such a situation, even if you send it to the best hospital in the world, even if you ask the best doctor for treatment, you will have no cure.

"There was nothing in the jar. That's all I can say.

"My arm is dead, kill me...... Please, kill me!" Xue Donglai hung his arm helplessly.

As soon as his "hand" touched the ground, it bounced up again, howling in pain like a pig.

I couldn't kill him, but I couldn't call an ambulance, the scene was out of order.

"Help me, kill me—or, look what's in that jar, and let me die...... Dead ...... "He said......

In excruciating pain, his facial features had been twisted together, but even so, he could not resist the severe pain. His whole body was shaking, as if he was being electrocuted.

I walked over and erected the overturned jar, and looked inside by the light.

The jar contained only gold bars scattered around, and nothing else.

"It's just under the bar, I think...... It was like there were seven or eight handcuffs locking me up at the same time, and then seven or eight saw blades cutting at the same time...... Right down there, maybe it's the Gu Alchemist's trick...... It hurts me, it hurts me......" Xue Donglai barely held on and told me how he felt before.

To be on the safe side, I turned the jar over, emptied the gold bars, and observed again.

As I said before, there was that line of small writing on the inner wall of the altar, which reminded me in advance. However, the bottom of the mouth of the altar is expanded outward, and it is difficult to engrave words on it, and even if it is engraved, it is not easy for others to find it.

This time, I turned on the light and saw another painting carved under the altar.

Strictly speaking, that's a big mouth.

The mouth was open, about four inches wide, with a row of jagged fangs on top and bottom. Around the mouth, there is a circle of small characters, about 20 of them, all of which are the word "kill" in various styles.

It dawned on me that the inner and outer walls of the altar were filled with words and strange paintings, which were a kind of thaumaturgical trap.

That kind of thaumaturgy is extremely obscure, and the information I know from the classics is that it comes from the ancient Tianzhu Kingdom, called "Eye-eating Buddha".

This thaumaturgy can be roughly explained as follows: "In the world of cultivators, everything that can be seen can be eaten, and everything that can be accommodated in the eyes can be eaten. The eyes and mouth form a killing system, there are no flaws, no limits, in the sky and on the ground, one mouth can eat in all directions. ”

If it weren't for the current paintings, words, and Xue Donglai's "arms", it would be difficult for me to understand the meaning of the thaumaturgy of "eye-eating Buddha".

"It's the 'Buddha of Eye-Food'. "I explained to Xue Donglai.

This is the only explanation, and I would not be able to explain the principles of thaumaturgy in plain modern language.

"Impossible, there are no such clever thaumaturgists in Jinan City!" Xue Donglai wailed.

"You know this thaumaturgy?" I breathed a sigh of relief.

If Xue Donglai understands the power of "Eye-eating Buddha", then he will not die unjustly, at least he will be able to blind his eyes after death.

Xue Donglai held the elbow tip of the "hand" on the right with his left hand, and shook his head while sizzling in pain: "Of course I know, my master is Zhao Tianzi, he is the number one thaumaturgist in the world, and this kind of thaumaturgy can only be understood by a top master like his old man...... Your Xia family doesn't deserve to understand, this jar ...... You show it to me again, show it to me......"

His words were extremely arrogant, and at this time, he still did not admit his defeat, thinking that his master Zhao Tianzi was the first supreme in heaven and earth.

I didn't want to embarrass a dying man, so I put the jar in front of him.

"Impossible...... 'Eye-eating Buddha' shouldn't be here, but...... I am willing to die under the thaumaturgy of the 'Eye-Eating Buddha'......" He grabbed the altar and whispered.