As for how the people from the Warlock Order will think of me and whether they will cause trouble in the future, I don’t care. What else can people who can’t control them now think about in the future?

I saw the people in the warlock team calm down, and then shouted at Ye Xuan: "Look at them, shoot when you come out."

Ye Xuan quickly replaced me and blocked the door. I ran to the place where Old Man Wu fell into the water again. But there was only half a broken pot.

I picked up the jar and brought it back to the house. The mood of the warlock team also stabilized a lot with the comfort of the leader, but no one dared to approach me.

I didn't plan to say anything to them, but just said to Wu Xiaoer: "Create a fire and wait for dawn." Then I sat alone in the corner of the wall and used a flashlight to study the patterns on it.

If it weren't for the strange patterns on the jar, I wouldn't bring them back. Those patterns looked like some kind of symbol, but I couldn't understand what the symbols mean.

As I was frowning, Wu Xiaoer came over again: "Hurry up and throw this thing away? That might be the thing that the big fairy used to deduct souls!"

I looked at Wu Xiaoer in surprise: "Are you a warlock, or are they a warlock? Why don't they talk?"

Wu Xiaoer said: "Although I am not a warlock, I have heard a lot of legends from my father. I really know what Soul-Houting means?"

According to the older generation, you should not touch anything when you go up the mountain, and you should not just pee when you catch a place. Maybe there are great immortals living in the mountains. Once you urinate, you may encounter some immortals. When the immortal is angry, he can find something to detain your soul.

The immortal family started to take a light action, and then took leaves, stones, or something, and gently pressed the soul down. When people went home, they would have a high fever and kept talking nonsense. When their family members shouted at the edge of the mountain, they would have called the soul back.

If the great immortal is ruthless, he will directly take the bowl and hold it on the ground, covering his soul. Then he will not be able to shout it back and can only go up the mountain to place a supply and ask for forgiveness from the immortals.

If the immortal family intentionally refuses to come back, the soul-deducting things will become jars and jars. As long as the immortal seals the mouth of the jar tightly, a person will not even think about calling the soul back with great ability. Then he will have to lie to death for the rest of his life.

Wu Xiaoer was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so he quickly said, "Mr. Chen! Think about it yourself, those people were lying on the ground just now like they were dead. They couldn't wake up no matter how much they shouted, and they used the talismans, and they didn't work. They must have been locked up by the soul-deducting jar. Why don't you throw this thing away quickly? This thing is evil!"

"No hurry!"

When Wu Xiaoer said that when the soul-detached jar, I kept looking at it. When I adjusted the jar, I saw a layer of black stuff stuck inside the jar, which looked like a layer of black oil.

I scraped off the black oil with the tip of the knife, put it under my nose and smelled it. Then I took out the lighter from my body, and lit the flame at the point of the knife. As soon as the flame touched the tip of the knife, it turned into a strange green color.

The green flames seemed to be leaping up and down by me on the knife, rising and falling. Half of the room was covered with a layer of dark green by the flames. Wu Xiaoer, who was opposite me, turned pale as paper. He wanted to blow the flames on the tip of my knife, but after measuring them several times, he didn't dare to do it casually.

At the same time, a smell of animal fat being burned by fire also spread in the air. The higher the flame on the tip of my knife jumped, the stronger the smell. In a short while, the black oil I picked on the tip of the knife squeaked up bubbles. The green fire on the tip of the knife suddenly surged a few times.

I subconsciously turned my head, but I heard a scream from the crowd.

I suddenly turned my head subconsciously, and the fire on the tip of my knife went out without warning. A girl in the warlock team pointed in the direction of me and cried loudly: "There are people around them, and there are people around them!"

The people in the warlock team looked in my direction with pale faces, and no one dared to speak. Wu Xiaoer said tremblingly: "Don't talk nonsense, where are the people around us?"

"There are people around them...just beside them..." The girl didn't hear what Wu Xiaoer said at all. She kept pointing in my direction and screaming, desperately squeezing towards her companions.

I swept around me slightly from the corner of my eyes, and it seemed as if I saw someone swaying behind me. When I looked back, the figure had disappeared without a trace.

Just as I was about to turn my head, I fell on the wall behind me from the corner of my eyes.

On the wall with a layer of loess, there was an extra squatting figure at some time.

Although the figure only had a contour, it was enough to see that the other person was squatting on the ground, as if he was deliberately watching the fun.

I turned my body slightly and let the figure out: "It's no big deal, you're dazzled, this is the watermark on the wall."

As I spoke, I took out the kettle from my bag and poured it on the wall twice. The figure was immediately covered by water.

I know that the people in the Warlock Order are about to be scared, and no matter how many explanations are, it is useless. It is better to give them a reason to think about it on their own.

My idea is right, but some people don’t think so. The people in the warlock team were still in shock, and the leading warlock moved to me: “Can you show me the pottery jar in your hand?”

I looked at the other party coldly and compared him with a gesture. The other party didn't know what I mean. My voice sank, "Are you warlocks? Don't fool me, you can't even see the code between warlocks, do you still want to talk lies with your eyes open?"

The man stammered: "We are warlocks... but we just formed a group not long ago..."

When I looked at the other party with a smile, the other party finally nodded and admitted: "We are actually from the security company, and the boss asked us to come."

I turned to look at Wu Xiaoer, who immediately said angrily: "Your boss dares to lie to me? I asked him to find a warlock for me, and he found a group of security guards? What a fuck... Why did I say something was wrong?"

The man quickly defended himself: "Actually, I know a lot about the arts. Isn't that worse than the warlock? If you don't believe me, if you ask Chen Ye to give me the pottery jar, maybe I can see something else."

I handed the pot over with a smile. The leading warlock followed the fire in the room and looked at the pot for a long time before saying, "This is the general's can... No, this is the can for corpses. The can has corpses filled with corpses. The can has corpses, and what you just lit was corpse oil."

I said in a deep voice: "That thing is not popular in the Northeast, this is a meat-based pot of oil."

"Why don't you believe it?" The leading warlock was anxious: "I am a college student who studies folklore. Don't I know what this is?"

My face suddenly sank: "What kind of lard do you read is the book I cook? Can't I see the human oil and lard?"

I know that the leading warlock is reliable, but I can only talk about it in a wrong way. Now that the warlock is trapped here, the most important thing is to stabilize people's hearts, not to create more panic.

I pressed the leading warlock, but Wu Xiaoer didn't know what was going crazy. He just said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Chen, he is right! This jar is so pretentious."

When I looked at Wu Xiaoer, my eyes were so eager to kill someone: "What were you talking about?"

"What I said is true?" Wu Xiaoer seemed to have not seen what I mean: "I used to go to the south when I was doing business. Some places there were built into houses, and they were still putting the ashes on the beams, which were the kind of crossed beams."

The leading warlock shouted, "How is it? I'm right? The jar you took is a coffin for corpses. The thing you just scraped off from the jar is human oil."

I squinted my eyes and said, "According to your words, was this jar originally on the beam of the house? What is it that if a person dies, he will not be buried in the soil and hang it on the roof?"

The leading warlock didn't know what to say for a while. He had studied folk customs, but some things were not included in the scope of folk customs, which may involve superstitious statements and even local witchcraft.

The leading sorcerer was speechless when asked, but Wu Xiaoer took the conversation: "I don't know yet! I'm just afraid that people in the jar will cause evil! Only those who hang people on the roof of the beams can have no place to reach the sky or the ground can calm the evil spirit! When the evil spirit is almost gone, then bury the person!"

"What a mess?" I glared at Wu Xiaoer fiercely: "Shut up!"

"I'm not..." Wu Xiaoer said incoherently: "You see, there is still oil on the beam of the house! That's why the oil in the jar seeps down."

Before Wu Xiaoer could finish his words, I scolded, "Shut your mouth! You know a lot all day long, no one knows anything, right? Showing your ability? You can't speak well, so why do you say?"

Wu Xiaoer's words actually made sense. However, I can't let him make sense, at least I can't let the people in the Warlock Order believe it. We won't go out for the time being.

I was scolding Wu Xiaoer, but the leading sorcerer thought I was talking to myself, and immediately became angry: "What's wrong with you? If you don't believe what others say, you can't tell me. You said that the clay pot is fine, do you dare to eat the black oil in the clay pot? If you dare to eat, I will not say anything."

I sneered and picked up the clay pot, and used my hands to pick out the black oil inside and lifted it into the air.

Ye Xuan suddenly panicked; "Teacher, don't you, what kind of thing, you dare to eat it in your mouth? It's not worth it to be angry! You can put it down quickly..."

Before Ye Xuan finished speaking, I suddenly grabbed the neck of the leading warlock, carried him to my eyes, raised my hand and stuffed the black oil into the leading warlock's mouth, and then flipped down with my right hand to cover the leading warlock's mouth. I didn't let go until I watched him swallow the black oil.
Chapter completed!