After Situ Qing dug out the paste, he rubbed it directly, and after a while, it melted and smeared it on his body.

As she smeared, Eno began to smear.

"It's okay, paint!"

After Situ Qing finished painting, he nodded to me.

"Hmm!"

I nodded.

Situ Qing is testing poison by himself, judging from Situ Qing's reaction, this ghost face oil is most likely no problem, even if there is a problem, Situ Qing can solve it.

I followed Situ Qing's example, took out a ball of paste, Chu Siyu also picked out a ball, and then glanced at me, after the two of us looked at each other, before we could rub it, Liu Ling Tongzi took the clay pot from behind and muttered: "Situ said it's okay, it's definitely okay!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a ball of paste, handed the clay pot to Ba Hongyu, and said; "Lao Ba, you can come too!"

I smiled silently, withdrew my gaze from the willow spirit boy, and began to rub the paste on my hands.

After rubbing it twice, a strange feeling rose in my heart, I felt that this mess seemed to be alive.

Not only that, this mess is getting cooler the more you rub it.

This kind of coolness is not the kind of coolness that yin invades the body, but the silky coolness like mint.

After about a minute of rubbing, the paste completely dissolved in the palm of my hand, and I endured a strange feeling and smeared the melted oil on my body.

"Uncle, why do I feel that it is not ghost face oil that I rub, but a pair of eyeballs?"

As soon as he applied it, the slightly curious voice of Liu Ling Tongzi sounded behind him.

"Grass!"

Liu Lingtong's description made me secretly burst into a foul mouth, not that his description was not good, but too appropriate.

As he said, this ghost face oil is rubbed together, it really looks like rubbing the eyeballs.

Mr. Mover glanced up at the Liu Ling boy, and without saying anything, he turned his head and looked into the depths of the passage.

Liu Ling Boy was bored, and he didn't care, and he was still muttering to himself: "Really, this ghost face oil really looks like an eyeball, I didn't lie!" ”

"Brother-in-law, you say, do you feel the same way I do?"

The willow spirit boy looked at me again and touched me gently.

"It's kind of like that!"

This time, I gave an affirmative answer and nodded.

"Look, look, I'm not wrong, right?"

Liu Ling Tong suddenly became excited.

"Huh!"

I smiled back and continued to apply the grimace oil from my hand.

After a while, the ghost face oil on his hand was smeared clean, or rather, these ghost face oils volatilized on their own and dissipated in the air.

I put my hand in front of my nose and sniffed it carefully, but I didn't smell any strange smell, and if it weren't for the faint coolness on my hand, I would almost have thought I hadn't applied ghost face oil.

"Uncle, we're all done, what should we do next?"

After the Liu Ling boy finished smearing, he began to ask questions again.

"Onward!"

Mr. Mover turned, his gaze swept over us in turn, and finally over us, and behind us.

I turned my head and looked behind me, and Mr. Shifter looked at the human-faced spider.

The human-faced spider was still about ten meters away from us, and when it saw that we were looking at it, it puffed up its stomach again and pointed that strange human face at us.

After looking at each other for a moment, the human-faced spider seemed to have received some kind of information, slowly retreated, and soon disappeared from our sight.

"Let's go!"

The moment the human-faced spider disappeared, Mr. Mover turned around, spit out two words lightly, and took a step.

We followed in turn, and the exchange between Mr. Mover and the Human-Faced Spider just now confirmed my previous suspicion that the Human-Faced Spider was just a messenger.

Mr. Mover said that ghost face oil is something similar to perfume, which means that after we apply ghost face oil, a special smell will be emitted on our body.

Although we can't smell this smell, we can smell some things, such as the human-faced spider just now.

"Stop!"

I was thinking about it when Mr. Helmsman suddenly stretched out his hand and signaled to stop.

"Uncle, what's the matter, I haven't even walked out for ten meters!" Liu Ling Tong muttered discontentedly behind me.

"Bang!"

Before Mr. Mover could answer, Situ Qing pursed his lips and let out a familiar sound.

When Mr. Mover heard the voice, he moved his position and stuck to the cave wall on the left, staring at the darkness ahead.

In the darkness, there was nothing but the faint red light of the streaks on the ground.

After a while, Eno also took the initiative to move his position, like Mr. Mover, and pressed his body against the cave wall.

Seeing the two of them doing this, I also wanted to lean against the wall, but before I could do it, Situ Qing took a step, squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand, and made a rattling sound in his mouth again.

"Situ, what are you doing?" Liu Ling asked curiously.

Situ Qing didn't reply, still maintaining a squatting motion, and then made a rustling sound.

About three seconds later, a thumb-sized, fiery red beetle sprang out of the bloodline and jumped onto Situ Qing's palm.

Seeing this fiery red beetle, I immediately understood that Mr. Shifter and Eno would have this reaction.