"What's the solution?"

The wizard in South Africa took out a bottle from his wide sleeve, the bottle was clear and filled with a green liquid.

"This is an elixir that has been passed down from generation to generation by our tribe." The South African shaman said, "Just drop your blood in this elixir, and if anyone is possessed, the elixir will turn black." Five

Arthur asked, disbelievingly, "Is it really that useful?"

The South African wizard smiled faintly and said, "Our tribe has been using this elixir for 1,000 years, and there has never been a mistake."

Everyone gave each other a look, and the South African wizard said, "I know you don't believe me, it's okay, I can be the first to try."

As he spoke, he pushed the small plate in front of him, poured the green liquid from the bottle into it, and then cut his finger with a knife and dripped a drop of blood into the plate.

His blood was instantly absorbed by the green liquid, and the strange thing was that the green liquid did not change color at all.

He pushed the plate forward and said, "Do you dare to give it a try?"

The crowd looked at each other, but they didn't speak.

At this time, Arthur was the first to stand up and said, "Instead of being suspicious of each other here, let's give it a try."

With that, he also cut his index finger and dripped blood into it.

Another practitioner picked up a knife.

At this time, Bai Zhou spoke.

"Wait."

The man's movements paused, and everyone's eyes fell on her.

Bai Zhou said solemnly, "This is not a potion that can test the possession of demons."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and there was a gloom in the eyes of the wizard in South Africa.

The curly-haired beauty said, "Little sister, since you said that this is not a potion that can test the possession of demons, then what is it?"

"This wizard from South Africa, what he does best is curses." Bai Zhou said, "As long as he gets everyone's blood, he can curse us."

"This liquid is not an elixir to test the demon's possession at all, it is just to collect everyone's blood."

Everyone's faces were a little gloomy, and they looked coldly at the wizard from South Africa.

But the wizard did not panic at all, and said coldly, "This has happened in my tribe. Demon-possessed suspects will always come up with ways to discredit the test before the test, in order to escape the sanctions."

His gaze sharpened, shooting at Bai Zhou like a blade: "This little girl can say such things, whether she is possessed or not, I think you already know very well."

None of them spoke. Neither this wizard from South Africa nor Bai Zhou believed it.

Bai Zhou said, "I have a way to prove my word."

The South African wizard's eyes were full of mockery: "Oh? What can you do? You can take it out and give it a try, and it will open our eyes."

Bai Zhou reached into his sleeve and rummaged for a while, then took out a pottery jar.

The clay pot was the size of an adult's fist, and I don't know what it used to hold, and it was burned with rough and quaint patterns.

"It's a soul bottle." She said.

The soul bottle is a dead vessel, the ancients avoided the word "underworld", so it is recorded as a Ming vessel, also known as a barn jar, a plastic can, also known as a soul bottle, originated from the pre-Qin Dynasty, flourished in the Three Kingdoms, flourished in the Song Dynasty, declined in the Republic of China, is a kind of burial utensils popular in southern China.

"The soul bottle can carry the souls of the dead, and when the demons are subdued, the evil spirits can be sealed in the soul bottle."

"This vial was found in a paranormal case, and it contains an evil spirit."

As he spoke, he opened the soul bottle, and everyone involuntarily retreated, really afraid that she would release some terrifying evil spirit.

"What are you doing here?" Arthur yelled in displeasure, "Do you want to kill us?"

Bai Zhou ignored him, and a black mist flew out of the soul bottle, and the mist slowly condensed, turning into the appearance of an ancient person.

His eyes were full of malice, and his face was distorted, as if he wanted to pounce and kill everyone in front of him.

But Bai Zhou took out a rope and lassoed it with a rope sleeve, and after the rope was put on, it couldn't move.

Wen Junzhi pulled out the sword he was carrying, and the sword body let out a soft roar.

The crowd looked at him strangely, not understanding where the sword had come from.

In fact, this sword has long been one with him after recognizing the Lord, hidden in his body.

He slashed at the evil spirit's hand with his sword, and the evil spirit let out a scream, and a drop of black blood flowed from the illusory hand.

The drop of blood fell into the green liquid, but it was quickly absorbed by the green liquid and did not turn black.

Everyone looked straight at the South African wizard, and the South African wizard's face showed a look of annoyance.

Bai Zhou resealed the evil spirit into the soul bottle, and said in a very flat tone, "You have all seen it, it can't distinguish between evil spirits."