Seeing that there was no gain, I thought of "Damn it, let's fight!" and I pulled down the cover from the wooden box in front of me.

It was a bronze jar with a yellow talisman on the jar. I reached out to pick it up in confusion, and it was cold when I bought it, as if it was put in a freezer. The jar itself was very heavy.

After getting closer, I could see clearly the whole jar. The jar is big, the neck is slender, the mouth is big, and the standard vase is a standard vase. The body of the jar is full of runes that I don’t know at all, and the mouth of the jar is also sealed by a yellow talisman.

Wait, yellow talisman?

I was like a sudden enlightenment, staring at the yellow talisman with both eyes straight at the yellow talisman. There were twisted runes on the yellow talisman, but it was not a common rune, but a font I had never seen before.

I have never seen the colors of the brush and ink used to draw talismans. The common ones are yellow talismans and cinnabar. The notes are naturally red, and of course there are other colors, but I can guarantee that I have never seen dark purple handwriting and yellow talisman paper.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more shocked. I couldn't make up for a moment and was stunned. On the one hand, it was very likely that this place was a yin object. Now Ling'er needs this most.

On the other hand, I always feel that this jar has a secret and dangerous situation, and it may be troublesome to open it rashly.

It was then that I suddenly realized how important it was to have a knowledgeable senior around me. To be honest, I miss Mr. Long now. If he were there, I would probably give me some advice, and I would not be so passive.

Thinking of this, I looked back at Ling'er and found that he was still sitting cross-legged. Although Zhou Sen's black aura had disappeared, I could still feel the yin aura still lingering around him.

This was a problem. I frowned and turned around and looked at the jar in my hand, thinking hard in my mind about the various talismans I had seen.

"Ghost Painting Talisman?" As expected, after my hard memories, I really remembered a little clue.

Mr. Kui once told me that talismans are not exclusive to the world, but also in the underworld, but he has never seen them, so I didn't say so much.

Under Lenovo i, the strange talisman in my hand, my heart suddenly became clear! This is the ghost painting talisman that Master Kui told me!

But I really don’t understand what role this ghost painting talisman plays?

The talisman in the world kills ghosts and suppresses ghosts, the talisman in the underworld... sound!

If you count it, the ghosts in the human world are equivalent to the voices in the underworld! Damn it, it means I am holding a killing weapon, and this killing weapon is very likely to kill me!

Thinking of this, my body became weak and almost fell to the ground. The jar also fell to the front of me under inertia. It was too late when I realized it.

My heart was cold, and I felt that now, no matter whether I am self or Ling'er, I have no ability to fight.

"I'm super!" I was stunned, and I saw that the jar was about to fall but there was nothing I could do.

When I was discouraged in Jiuzhai, a pair of weak and boneless hands suddenly reached out to the outside of the door. It was Ling'er, and he successfully absorbed it!

Fortunately, I caught the jar, and I fell to the ground.

"Fortunately you are here." I gasped, as if I had just walked out of the gates of hell.

"There is a strong yin energy here." Ling'er frowned and looked at the jar, her eyes full of doubts: "But why is this yin energy a little strange?"

"This should be the breath of voice." I told Ling'er my guess.

But what surprised me was that Ling'er didn't agree with my guess at all.

She frowned and pondered for a while before putting the jar in the backpack I carried with me: "Let's stay for now, I always feel a little weird."

Although I was confused about why Ling'er said that, out of trust in him and his knowledge of him definitely more than me, I didn't ask too much.

"Then what are we doing now?" I asked at Ling'er.

"Now? Of course, I'm going to continue looking for evil things." Zero Er replied without hesitation.

After hearing this, I nodded without a trace. It seemed that Zero Er was not attacked by evil spirits.

It’s not my fault that I thought so. Zero Er just absorbed evil spirits. This thing can easily change people’s minds. I used to hear that someone was doing well, but one day he suddenly killed someone because of a trivial matter. It was probably because his mind was affected by evil spirits.

After determining the target, Ling'er and I set off directly and opened all the houses we saw when we first came in. As expected, there was yin energy in these houses. However, for a while, Ling'er replenished all the yin energy we had lost just now, and also recovered for decades of Taoism.

"Where are we going now?" Ling'er looked at me with a rosy expression.

I smiled bitterly, where are you going now? This is indeed a good question. Almost all houses with 100% yin energy have been visited, and I don’t know if there are any remaining houses.

"Now there are only nine major roads and eighteen minor roads left, but..." I looked at Ling'er with a silence.

"Is it true?" Zero Er looked at me in confusion.

"We have walked through all these roads, and you know what it is. The places we haven't walked through have probably been smashed by the people in the Tung family." I expressed my guess.

"That's there's nothing else?" Ling'er looked at me with her head tilted.

I nodded slightly: "I guess yes."

"Then there is only the jar in my hand." Ling'er took out the jar we found from my backpack.

It’s strange that all the rooms we entered had jars, and without exception, they were all the same, even the ghost talismans on the jars were the same!

"Do you want to open it?" I looked at Ling'er in confusion, and at the same time hesitated. If it was a sound, then we might not be able to fly.

But Ling'er didn't seem to have any fear. While straightening the jar, he returned to the point without looking back: "Oh, don't worry. Although I don't know what it is inside, I know that it may not be a sound."

I heard it, and it turned out that he didn't know what it was.

"Would you take too much risk when you open it rashly?" I was still worried and wanted to persuade Ling'er to let him give up the idea of ​​opening the jar.

"But... our situation is actually not optimistic now, and Chang Sanbao will definitely try every means to test me."

Upon hearing this, I closed my mouth tactfully and almost forgot these things. Ling'er and I are in a situation of internal and external troubles. If we don't take risks now, something will definitely happen when we go back.

Thinking of this, what else is there to be scary about me?

After Ling'er put all the tubes on the ground, I counted and found four, but the yin energy inside was richer. From left to right, it was arranged, with the least one on the left and the most one on the right.

"Open it from the left first." I also squatted down, picked up a jar, and made a ruthless heart, and directly tore open the ghost drawing talisman used to seal the il.

In just a moment, a powerful yin energy gushed out from inside, and balls of black gas scattered in the air, and the majestic yin energy floated aside the black gas.

"I understand!" Ling'er suddenly raised her head and said in horror: "This is not a sound at all, it is the evil ghost in the eighteen levels of hell! The reason why the yin energy is strange is that it is soaked in the breath of hell."

"The evil ghost in the eighteenth level of hell?" I looked at the black gas above my head in confusion: "Shouldn't he be in the underworld? Why did he appear here?"

"They should be guardians, but it seems that they were controlled by someone before we came." Ling'er pointed to the jar and said in confusion.

I frowned and looked at the top of my head: "Don't worry about this for now, try to absorb the yin energy that is wandering in the air?"

After being reminded by me, Ling'er instantly reacted and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, with a powerful suction lingering around her, competing for the black air that was wandering in the air for the yin energy.

I stood aside and couldn't help but smack my tongue. Even if Ling'er has no Taoist practice, no one can compare to you. After a while, the Yin Qi Jinzhai, which was originally surrounded by the black fog, moved closer to Zero 2 at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, the originally strong toughness became illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the Yin Qi completely dissipated, Ling'er stood up with a loud voice, and her eyes couldn't help but feel excited: "Mu Yang, it's successful! Yin Qi is blessed by the eighteen levels of hell, more than the ordinary ones... Be careful!"

Before Ling'er said he was careful, I had already felt something. When I moved my whole body, I moved half a step directly towards Ling'er. It was this single step that prevented me from breaking my mind.

Because the moment I moved, a strong wind almost passed by my head.

I sweated coldly and turned around suddenly, but found that the thing that was still black fog just now had a human shape. However, the person he transformed into was very terrifying, with a green face and fangs, a pale face, and the hair on the top of my head was sparse, but it was all pressed on his face, which also made him unable to see its face.

What's even more terrifying is that his naked skin was covered with insects! His pair of dead fish eyes stared at Ling'er and me tightly.

"What the hell is this?" I was disgusted and jokingly said, "It's not easy to do, this thing is disgusting when you look at it."

"It should be that I committed too many sins during my lifetime. I was put into the oil pan and now I have been sent out to guard the gate. My resentment has increased, attracting the corpse insects in the underworld." Ling'er looked at the evil ghost with a look of alert.
Chapter completed!