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All of a sudden, whole clusters of black mud-like things rushed out of it, and what seemed to be human hands or human faces could be vaguely seen in the black mud.

Almost at the same time, all the people who had entered the tomb during the day could hear the ghostly screams, and the hearts of all the people were jumping. Clothes are ready to go out to find out.

However, their movements are not as fast as those black mud-like things. The things are wriggling and twisting, and it seems that they can't climb very far. In fact, they have reached the door of Yan Zheng's room in just a few minutes. , the two jars kept shaking, and the clear and distinguishable buzzing sound was endless.

A few quick-moving people had already rushed to the scene, and the buzzing and ghost screams in their ears were extremely piercing. After listening to it for a long time, the pain in the head was like overwhelming, and it made people wish they could just pass out.

They could only watch helplessly as those black, muddy objects got closer and closer to the two jars on the table. Under such circumstances, even fools knew that it would definitely not be a good thing if these two things successfully merged. But the annoying thing is that they can't and can't stop these two things from approaching.

In the end, the black mud successfully joined the two pots, covering the surface of the pot in one ball after another, wrapping the whole pot tightly, and then, a very strong stench came out. The ball jar slowly flew into the air and started to rotate automatically. A small opening was opened on the top, and the black mud attached to the outside was quickly sucked into the jar. There was a faint red light from the mouth of the jar. flashed by.

Yin Wuhuo's family.

The black jar that was brought home in the afternoon was left alone on the counter of the shop. Suddenly, in the dark shop, a hazy purple light flickered for a few times, and then it seemed to trigger something. Like a switch, Ziguang Dasheng illuminated the originally small shop brightly.

Then, Yin Wuhuo, who was resting with his eyes closed on the second floor, opened his eyes and woke up.

Downstairs was full of purple light, there was no reason why he could still lie peacefully, the boy turned over, jumped off the bed, stepped on two flip-flops and after a while, stood at the stairs on the first floor and watched quietly. Looking at the jar with the lighted bulb on the counter.

At this time, the body of the can was densely covered with some small words that Yin Wuhuo could not understand. Although he didn't know what it was, he could guess most of it.

What he got back from Uncle Jiu probably wasn't pickled vegetables.

The young man stood a few steps forward and stood in front of the counter staring at the jar, his expression was gloomy, but the jar kept shaking, as if something was about to come out.

Curiosity and cheapness drove Yin Wuhuo to take off the cover on the jar. Immediately, a gust of cool air spread throughout the shop. With the jar as the center, strong winds blew up, and everyone in the shop All the white paper flew up randomly, and a small white hand was clutching the mouth of the can, and the five fingers were lovely and shiny.

The boy held his breath and watched the little hand slowly move out without blinking. He didn't notice that behind him, all the paper figurines in the shop were dancing with their arms and legs at the same time. There was a weird smile on his face, the two blushes on his cheeks fluctuated from big to small, and even the paper lanterns hanging on the ceiling shook together. It's so full that it's creepy to watch.

Most of that little hand had already protruded, and the thin arm was dangling alone in the air. Suddenly, the purple light flashed again, blurring Yin Wuhuo's eyes. At this moment, the round and lovely fingers on the hand It suddenly turned into a sharp claw that could kill a person with a single blow, and quickly attacked Yin Wuhuo.

Seeing a black shadow in the purple light quickly approaching the door, the boy's pupils constricted, and he took a half step back abruptly. At the same time, his sharp claws happened to slash across the side of his face. Even if he reacted quickly enough, he still brought up a few traces of blood .

"Hey!" Yin Wuhuo frowned, wiped off the blood on his face, and his body tensed up.

If people don't offend him, he won't offend others. Fighting is not only troublesome but also hurts his body. Originally, he wanted to avoid violence as much as possible, but he didn't expect that the other party would go ahead and greet him as soon as he came. Now, Yin Wuhuo Some can't hold back the violent factor in my heart.

"Buzz...buzz..."

While they were in a stalemate, suddenly the broken mobile phone in the trouser pocket kept buzzing, and the sudden sound was extremely clear in this scene.

Yin Wuhuo kept his eyes on the jar, put one hand in his pocket and took out his phone, "Hello?"

At this moment, balls of black muddy things began to overflow from the mouth of the jar, and Yin Wuhuo tensed up to be vigilant.

[You brat, you took the wrong jar! ] Uncle Jiu's distraught voice sounded from the other end of the phone. It was very noisy intermittently, and the sound of wind poured into the phone from time to time. Yin Wuhuo couldn't make out what he said in a daze.

At this time, the black mud poured more and more, and they flowed down the counter to the floor, almost reaching Yin Wuhuo's feet.

[I... the archaeological site...] The young man took two steps back indistinctly and continued to listen to Huai Jiu's intermittent words that he couldn't understand after listening to him for a long time.

Huai Jiu held up the mobile phone and said a lot of words on his own, regardless of whether Yin Wuhuo heard or not, he hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

Coincidentally, the little hand that had just been protruding from the mouth of the jar retracted at this moment, and a puff of green smoke floated out from inside, and a handsome little girl slowly revealed her figure, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and her whole body was covered in only clothes. In a thin purple skirt, she slowly opened her eyes, and stood barefoot in the black mud, obviously carrying a lot of resentment, but she looked good, even though Yin Wuhuo hadn't read many books but At this time, I thought of the phrase "out of mud but not stained".

The moment the little girl stood still, the movement in the whole shop stopped, and the white pieces of paper that had been flying around just now filled the whole room profusely.

One person and one ghost looked at each other, the young one was condescending, the big one raised his head and stared like a torch, they were all masters who refused to be weak in momentum.

Qian Luo stared at the first living creature she saw with her blood-red eyes, and slowly curled up the corners of her lips, a bright and mocking smile bloomed on her face, the corner of her mouth The small fangs were pointy, and two slender and sharp horns grew from the small horn on her head. The sharp claws hidden under the wide sleeves moved slowly twice, and the whole body was full of strangeness. It has a cute and gloomy temperament.

This is Rakshasa?

At the moment when Yin Wuhuo was stunned, a strong wind swept over, and the little girl's eyes were fierce and she made an unambiguous move, destroying more than half of the things in the store in two or three strokes, Yin Wuhuo saw His heart was bleeding, but he couldn't catch the girl directly, so he had to jump up and down to avoid the attack, thinking about how to lure her out of the shop.

Before he could come up with a solution, the little girl suddenly stopped. The blood-red spell spread from her body like a chain and instantly trapped all her actions. At this moment, the black mud surged up again as if it had life, and slowly climbed up the little girl's body.

The little girl had a ferocious face, her delicate eyebrows were knotted into a knot, and her whole body was twitching and shaking. Yin Wuhuo could clearly see her pain, but the girl only whimpered a few times, and then her whole body was crushed. Wrapped in sludge, it flew out of the house.

"What the hell is this?" Yin Wuhuo frowned as he looked at the black mud going away, and instantly recalled the phone call that Uncle Jiu had just made in his mind. The tattered bicycle chased after him.

A ride to the dust.

......

At the archaeological site at this time, everyone was lying in a mess in a piece of black mud. Under the moonlight, countless clay figurines rose from the ground. People were eaten into his body, and among all the people present, only Mao Huanxiong still retained the last trace of consciousness.

He watched in horror as the clay figurines approached him, wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, so he backed up with limp legs, and just after taking two steps, his legs were grabbed by two hands, and he stepped back. Look, I found that the two jars that were originally placed in the old professor Yan Zheng's room appeared behind him at some point. At this time, two children emerged from the jars, a boy and a girl, both with well-behaved hair. Ji, was grinning at him non-stop.

At this moment, even Mao Huanxiong couldn't bear it no matter how nervous he was, he rolled his eyes, his body went limp, and he lay crookedly on the ground.

"Hahahaha......"

The two little ghosts laughed happily, and they opened their mouths at the same time to bite Mao Huanxiong's leg, but before they could get close, two shadows, one black and one white, knocked their heads off.

The two little ghosts were furious immediately, and they turned their heads to look at each other. One black and one white were two ghost messengers, each wearing a big hat, with a grimace on the black face, sitting on the white shoulders. On the table, with a smiling face in his hand, he was slowly bringing it up.

The two little ghosts can be regarded as a bit of a Taoist, even so, they felt a little guilty when they saw the famous Black and White Impermanence, and they were about to shrink back. They paused for a moment but then boldly met the smiling eyes of the two ghosts.

Fan Wujiu laughed, "How dare you dare to challenge your Eighth Grandpa! Today I will definitely kill your ghost head!"

The author has something to say: Oh, the duo of gay friends is here to steal the show again

Wuhuo: I may be a fake protagonist [mmp is revealed in the smile

Huai Tian: I may be a fake male second [Mysterious Smile]