The ironclad man said very little, and went straight to open the baggage warehouse and said, "One piece, optional!"

Jiang Liu saw that this tent was heavily guarded, and there were more than a dozen large boxes in it, and the things were very messy, most of which were trophies from the extermination of the East China Sea army.

"This is the Eight Mirrors!" Jiang Liu took out a copper mirror, the back of which was engraved with auspicious patterns such as pine, bamboo, plum, turtle and crane, but the front was full of cracks. He had seen this thing on the chest of the East Sea Priest, and it had all kinds of magical functions, and it could reflect energy attacks.

"It's a pity that it's been destroyed! Otherwise, it's also a high-grade treasure! Alas, I still don't have a decent magic weapon, although refining it myself can be faster and channelic, but it's too time-consuming. Hey, these shoes ...... It's mink tapir shoes!"

The skin of the "mink" creature has a magical function, but whenever water vapor appears on the inner surface of the mink tapir, it will be quickly filtered into the outer layer by the fur, so it can always preserve the dryness of the inside of the shoe.

Moreover, through his perception, he found that there was also a permanent supernatural power fixed on the shoe-Divine Magic! The most obvious feeling was that there were two textures next to the shoe that were slightly shining, and after wearing them, it could increase people's speed by about 10%.

Jiang Liu shook his head and tossed his mink tapir shoes aside.

"This is for me to treasure the Tao! This shoe, do you want me to cut off a leg?"

Jiang Liu picked and chose among the treasure chests, but Xie Chou chose the treasures early, a pair of wristbands. This bracer was made by the Tang Dynasty's Na Demon Division when he was searching for a monster mount, killed a bear demon who refused to surrender, stripped off the white fur that was vital to his heart, and invited a qi refiner who lived in seclusion on Zhongnan Mountain to make a pair of bear bracers.

And the egret also chose it properly, a small bottle of Oriental Morning Dew Essence, which can be eaten to wash the marrow and cut the bones. Although it is not too precious, it takes three years to collect this bottle of essence, which is extremely time-consuming. She wants to take shape, and it is precisely this realization that needs to be reborn.

Jiang Liu picks and chooses, but he doesn't have the right equipment for himself.

He was about to pick out the lightning strike wood, but out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Liu curiously pointed to the large pile of jars piled up in the corner and asked, "What are these?"

The jar that Jiang Liu refers to seems to be stoneware fired from black soil, extremely rough, and unglazed, just like an ordinary person's vegetable jar, but it is tightly fitted, and there is a gurgling sound inside when you shake it slightly, as if it is containing some liquid, and after touching the fingers, you feel extremely cold, and it seems to be cold until it is in the bone marrow.

"The soul of the trap beast!" the ironclad man's eyes narrowed under the mask, and he said in a deep voice.

"Trap Beasts?!" Jiang Liu couldn't help but think of the daytime battle, when the left-wing army was at the vanguard of several traps: "You mean those traps are the souls of these jars controlling the battle?"

It seems that when talking about what this ironclad man is good at, he also talked more, explaining: "This thing was originally called a jar, you should know that people who are devoured by the tiger demon will become ghosts, become slaves of the tiger demon, and be driven by it and cannot be reborn." And in order to relieve such a bleak fate of being enslaved after death, the shaman shaman in southern Xinjiang invented this kind of jar to break the curse of the tiger demon. This thing is quite troublesome to do, you have to go to an ancient tomb when the moon is cloudy and the sun is cloudy, take the grave soil under the coffin of the tomb owner, and then mix it with the blood of five kinds of birds, such as crows, magpies, mantas, orioles, and tanned them. ”

"After this jar is fired, it can be placed in the place where it was killed, and when the ghost has a chance to pass by, it can be hidden in the jar to be protected, no longer enslaved by the demon tiger, and when the family picks up the jar, the shaman will cast a spell to calm the soul and successfully rejuvenate it!"

The ironclad man paused, and then said, "When our Mo family's ancestor developed a trap beast, he could take the beast soul and attach it to it, but the trap man couldn't use the beast soul, only the human soul...... Killing people and taking souls, this is done by evil demons, and the Mo family naturally disdains, so they have this improved jar. Most of them are generals who died in battle, and their souls are strong enough to control the battle, and after the battle, their souls will return to the jar to recuperate......"

Jiang Liu listened to the ironclad man's explanation, and immediately understood that the function of this machine man to perceive the outside world and intelligent AI seemed to be controlled by the soul in this tank, and its essence was completely equivalent to driving a person in it, no wonder it was so quick to adapt and flexible to act without being rigid and sluggish. It seems that the role of this jar is the function of the "brain".

"You restrict them from being reincarnated, how is it different from the demons?"

The ironclad man sneered and said: "Before his death, he made meritorious contributions, sought glory and wealth, and became a ghost general after death, seeking the position of ghosts and gods." The Yin gods such as the city god, the land and the mountain gods are not all sealed by the Son of Heaven, they don't want to be reincarnated, they want to become ghosts and immortals, so they naturally want to fight for the Tang Dynasty, thanks to the Tang Dynasty, my king is naturally not stingy with rewards!"

"So it is!"

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Immortals are hard to find, and seeking a ghost immortal is already a great achievement for mortals. If you have this kind of opportunity, you will naturally do your best.

Fingertips crossed between these inconspicuous jars, these people fought for the country in front of them, blood-stained battlefields, horse leather shrouds returned, turned into ghosts after death, attached to the steel and still fighting, whether selfish or not, they all deserve respect.

"Huh!"

Jiang Liu's fingers trembled involuntarily, and then turned to the next can.

[Southern Dynasty Liang's rebel general Lu Jiluo: Ghost General]

【Southern Dynasty Liang's Rebellion Will He: Ghost General】

......

Further down, there are ghost soldiers and ghost generals during the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Jiang Liu quietly removed his fingers, and said secretly in his heart: "If the Tang Dynasty wants to divide the ghosts and gods, how can it be possible to use the ghost generals of a hundred years ago? Moreover, it is also a rebel general of the Liang Dynasty! Liang Dynasty ...... If we extrapolate according to the history of the previous life, is it the Hou Jing Rebellion? There is a problem with these jars! Is there a problem with this Mo family Jing Xuan?"

"Can I ask for this jar?" Jiang Liu said tentatively.

The ironclad man shook his head and said in a cold voice: "This is the soul of the Tang general, naturally it can't be taken away by you, even if there is an order from the general." ”

"That's it! I'll pick again!"

"I still have important business, you'd better choose it in a stick of incense!"

"Okay!

Jiang Liu took the lightning strike wood and walked towards the outside of the account, he was not sure if there was a problem with this Mo family Jing Xuan, but there was definitely a problem with those jars. If it weren't for the "escaped one" who could view the information of everything in the world, absolutely no one would be able to find it.

"Then Li Jian is the son of Li Jing, and he is absolutely loyal to Datang, I'll go find him!" Jiang Liu said secretly in his heart, and his steps couldn't help but speed up.

Walking out of the baggage warehouse, I looked up and saw that the waning moon was as white as a forest of bones.

"The guards listen to the order, this person is a spy in the East China Sea, kill quickly!"

Behind him, the ironclad man suddenly shouted, and a dark and heavy black iron sword in his hand pointed directly at the river.