"Bang!"

Han Li clenched his hands and slammed one of his fists on the table.

"Use a tool to smash the bottle open. This was Han Li's decision after thinking about it again.

Turning it on by using violent methods is a method that has been thought of for a long time, and it is not a solution.

This method, although simple and straightforward, is straightforward and easy to use.

But at the thought that such a strange and beautiful bottle could no longer remain intact, Han Li felt a pain in his heart, and he was very reluctant. If there was another way to open it, Han Li would not have adopted such a brutal method.

Ask the other brothers to help, maybe you can open it. But in the bottom of his heart, Han Li had already unconsciously regarded this thing as his treasure, and he was extremely unwilling to let other outsiders know about it. Besides, everyone on the mountain could be the owner of the thing, and what if he knew that the bottle was with him, and wanted to take it back? The bottle was so beautiful and interesting that he was reluctant to send it back.

Han Li was now completely aroused by the mysterious item contained in the bottle. He knew it might just be an empty bottle. But he's still willing to gamble that what's in the bottle will be more interesting than the bottle itself.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Han Li's heart became.

He won't be able to sleep well at night until he solves the mystery inside the bottle.

Having made up his mind, Han Li sneaked into the house where the debris was stacked in the valley, selected a relatively heavy small hammer from among the many tools, and brought it back to his room.

When he returned to the house, he took out half of the discarded hard green bricks from the corner of the house, picked out a relatively flat depression in the house, placed the green bricks flat here, and then rested the bottle firmly on the green bricks.

Han Li raised the small hammer in his right hand, and the hammer head paused slightly in the air before landing decisively on the most protruding part of the bottle, the belly of the bottle.

"Boom!"

Because I was afraid that using too much force would destroy the contents of the bottle, I just gently landed on it for the first time to test the hardness of the bottle.

Seeing that there was not a single trace of cracking, Han Li was relieved, and it seemed that he could use more strength to smash the bottle.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom" 12 points.

Han Li's strength became greater and greater, the amplitude of his arm swing became more and more exaggerated, and the speed at which the hammer fell became faster and faster. Even, in the last stroke, half of the bottle was smashed into the green bricks, but the bottle still remained intact, and there was no sign that half of it would be smashed.

Han Li was stunned, but still in disbelief, he touched the place where the bottle had been smashed by the hammer, there was not a trace of slamming marks left on it, it was green and shiny, and the entire surface of the bottle was still clean.

This was too unexpected for Han Li.

It was only then that Han Li was truly sure that this vial was definitely an extraordinary good thing, and it would never be deliberately abandoned by someone, and there was a chance that it was accidentally lost by the owner. Now, maybe the owner is looking for this thing all over the mountain, and if he wants to keep this thing, he must keep it well, and he can't let outsiders see this bottle again.

In Han Li's mind, as long as he didn't take the initiative to steal and rob, of course the things he picked up from the ground belonged to him. If it was an ordinary thing, he might have returned it to the owner, but this bottle was so mysterious, I am afraid that it was lost by those disciples of rich families or people with status and status on the mountain, and Han Li did not have a very good impression of these two people.

Han Li's family had been very poor since he was a child, and the whole family was busy all day, and they often couldn't eat enough for a meal. In the Seven Xuanmen, he often saw the first kind of people spending money lavishly, eating and drinking extravagantly, (If the disciples of the Seven Xuanmen are not willing to eat ordinary food, they can pay extra money to provide better meals.) Spend money not as money. Whenever this happened, Han Li felt uncomfortable in his heart. In addition, these children of rich families usually reject and look down on these disciples from poor places, often ridicule and insult them with words, and even have several small conflicts between the two, and children also fight with each other several times. Han Li also participated in one of the fights, but unfortunately, he was beaten by those rich disciples who had practiced martial arts, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't go out to meet people. Later, it took several days of rest before returning to normal.

As for the people on the mountain who had some status and status, they didn't leave Han Li with a very good image. From Wang Protector receiving bribes from the third uncle, to Wuyan relying on the power of the deputy sect master to directly enter the Seven Peerless Hall. Although I haven't seen many big people on the mountain, the great image of big people in the minds of children in the past has almost broken.

For the things that these two people had lost, Han Li not only didn't want to return them, but he also wanted to hide them like a mischief.

Thinking of this, Han Li immediately took off the small leather bag that he was hanging from his neck. When he came out of the house, Han's mother specially sewed him with a piece of animal skin, which can be waterproof and moisture-proof, and is used to put a peace charm made of wild boar teeth for him, hoping to use it to bless him with peace and security, no illness and no disaster.

Han Li let go of the mouth of the leather bag, put the bottle and the peace charm together, tightened the mouth of the bag again, and then hung the bag back around his neck.

After doing all this, he looked around and no one was there. He straightened his chest and patted the bag that was slightly bulging on his chest, feeling that he would no longer attract the attention of others.

At this time, he felt that his heart was much more steady, and he was not afraid that there would be any accidents, and the bottle would be found by the owner and he would have to go back.

Han Li quietly put the hammer back in its place, and pretended to be indifferent, wandering slowly around the Valley of the Divine Hand for a while until it was completely dark, and then dragged his injured foot back into the house.