"Grass, what is this?"

Seeing the contents of the clay pot, Liu Ling Tongzi was stunned for a moment, and retreated with some disgust.

His posture made my heart itch, I took two steps forward, and the moment I saw the things in the clay pot, I also scolded: "Grass!" ”

What Mr. Mover had just thrown into the clay pot was the old lady's head that had been split in half, and after a while, the head that had been split in half had disappeared, and there was only a crumpled human face in the pot.

The human face burned in the flames, shrinking little by little, and wisps of black grease appeared.

That gummy smell should be from this kind of greasy thing.

"What is this?"

I asked softly.

"Ghost Face Oil!" Mr. Mover said softly.

"Ghost Face Oil!"

I repeat, I've never heard of this thing.

"Uncle, what are you doing with this thing?" Liu Ling asked curiously.

"It's a pass!" Mr. Mover glanced up at the depths of the passage and said slowly.

"Pass?"

Liu Lingtong's face changed, and he said, "Uncle, what do you mean, this old lady is ......"

In the end, Liu Ling Tongzi handed over a look and did not continue, the meaning was obvious, this old lady was deliberately sent by the other party.

As for who this other party is, it will be very interesting.

I was also curious just now, this old lady is too weak, or this old lady is the one who delivered food.

In the face of the ghost head knife, she had no intention of dodging at all, so she was so stiff and was split by a knife.

This is clearly not true.

Now that Mr. Mover has such an explanation, the matter is clear.

Mr. Mover has an internal response from Huang Feng.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why the old lady didn't fight back, let alone what happened to the pass.

Mr. Mover chose to say this at this time, either because he thought he was stable, or because he felt that there was no need to hide it.

Either way, it means one thing, we are about to arrive at the core of this mountainside, that is, we are going to face the yellow maple.

Because of this, Mr. Mover will let go of his scruples and show his hole cards.

"Hmm!"

Mr. Mover nodded lightly, and gave Liu Ling a look back, the meaning is very simple, you guessed it.

"Uncle, you're still awesome!" Liu Ling Tongzi smiled meaningfully, half praise, half sarcasm.

Mr. Mover didn't react to this, he was already immune to the ridicule of the Liu Ling Boy.

Liu Ling Tongzi didn't care whether Mr. Mover took care of him or not, and stared at the clay pot with great interest.

These two people are too familiar with each other, and they can be said to be immune to each other.

"Uncle, since you said that this is ghost face oil, why don't you have this oil?" Liu Ling asked.

"It's not really oil, I don't know what it is, you can think of it as a perfume, but the smell of this perfume is a little unique!" Mr. Mover explained.

"Uncle, will you let us put this ghost face oil on our bodies?" Liu Ling Tongzi suddenly reacted and looked at Mr. Mover with a frightened expression.

"That's right!"

Mr. Mover nodded.

"Uncle, I'll say okay first, I won't paint it!" The head of the willow spirit boy shook like a rattle.

"You'll paint!" Mr. Mover spit out four words meaningfully, then stopped paying attention to the Liu Ling boy, and once again put his eyes on the clay pot.

In the clay pot, the old lady's strange face has become the size of a fist at this moment, and it is still shrinking.

As the old lady's face continued to shrink, the flames in the clay pot also became smaller.

"I'm sure I won't paint it!"

As if he had just reacted, Liu Ling shook his head stubbornly, and then stepped back.

Mr. Mover didn't answer, just stared at the clay pot.

I was also staring at the clay pot, but what I was thinking in my heart was, who is the inner response of Mr. Mover?

I carefully recalled the scenes I experienced when I met the old lady, and I had a trace of speculation.

Before and after the old lady appeared, there were some things that appeared with her.

There are living people with strange shapes and anti-joint states, corpse moths and human-faced spiders that have stopped for a long time, and the most important thing is that until now, there are human-faced spiders behind us.

Before Situ Qing said that there were traces of black witchcraft on the old lady's body, and when she thought of those human-faced spiders and corpse cockroaches that were obviously controlled by people, it all showed one thing, Mr. Mover's Neiying was a master of black witchcraft.

In fact, when he met the paper man Niangniang before, Situ Qing said that there was a master of black witchcraft nearby.

But this master who is good at black magic has never come out, so we forgot about him, and we didn't expect him to be the internal response of Mr. Mover.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a sound similar to a baby's cry came from the clay pot, and with this cry, the flame in the clay pot was instantly extinguished, and the old lady's strange face also shrank, turning into a black paste the size of a baby's fist.

"That's it!"

Looking at the muddy black paste in the clay pot, Mr. Mover showed a hint of joy on his face, directly inserted his hand into the clay pot, took out a small pinch of black paste, and then put the clay pot on the ground, put his hands together, and rubbed it for a while.

As he rubbed it, the black paste melted in the palm of his hand and turned into grease.

Mr. Mover looked at the melted black grease on his hands with a little satisfaction, and smeared it on his body.

First the clothes, then the exposed body, until all the grease on his hands was smeared on his body, and Mr. Mover did not stop.

I've noticed that these black pastes dissipate quickly when rubbed and applied to my body, or more appropriately blend into my clothes or skin.

There is not a single black mark on the clothes or on the skin, as if it has never been smeared.

Not only that, these black pasty things have a smell of burnt rubber, but after kneading, no trace of taste comes out.

This situation is very strange.

"Like me, apply the ghost face oil to your body!"

When he was done, Mr. Mover turned to look at me and handed me the pot.

"I'll do it first!"

When I didn't know if I should apply it, Eno spoke first, and she took the pot from Mr. Shodder's hand, pulled out a ball of paste the size of a baby's fist, and handed it to me.

"I'm coming!"

Chu Siyu stretched out his hand from behind me and took the clay pot.

"I'll do it!"

A hand stretched out from the oblique side, from Chu Siyu's hand, took the clay pot, it was Situ Qing.

Seeing Situ Qing take the clay pot and dig out a small ball of paste, I inexplicably felt a sense of relief.