I pretended not to understand: "Magical weapon? What magical weapon?"

Wang Minghao probably didn't expect me to be so difficult to deal with, so his expression changed slightly, but he still tried his best to be good-tempered and said: "Little friend Zhao, there were strange birds everywhere before, and you used that candle-like magic weapon to burn them all.

The flames soar into the sky and the void trembles, it’s so admirable!”

I waved my hand and said with a smile: "It's nothing. It's not a magic weapon. It's my special secret method and cannot be passed on to others."

Wang Minghao's body stiffened, and his beard stood up in anger, but he still couldn't get angry.

After all, Wang Minghao is an old fox. Seeing that I refused to admit it, he stopped pestering me and brought up the matter of Song Zhen again: "Isn't it too dangerous to let Song Zhen be used as bait?"

I nodded and said, "That's true. How about you, Wang Tianshi, be the bait?"

Wang Minghao's eyes widened. He didn't expect that I would actually turn an army against him. I looked at him with a smile, my eyes full of clarity.

Wang Minghao coughed twice and said seriously: "I don't have a problem, but I have few magic weapons at hand, and I don't have the secret skills like my little friend. I'm afraid that my Taoist mind will be unstable, and Yingling will take advantage of it.

"

I slapped Wang Minghao's shoulder loudly and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will pick you up from behind, it will be no problem!"

"...I'm fine myself, but I'm just worried that Aye will..."

"If something happens, I will take good care of Aye. Brother Wang, you don't know, I am still raising a baby. It won't be a problem to raise another teenager."

"..."

Now that the words have come to this, Wang Minghao's veins are pulsing in his forehead. He can only grit his teeth and say: "Okay, I'll be the bait. I just hope that Zhao Xiaoyou keeps his word and doesn't break his promise and get fat."

I smiled confidently and said, "No problem!"

When Wang Minghao saw the cheesy smile on my face, his steel teeth almost shattered.

This old boy has lost everything by stealing the chicken, and he is not sure how he will react now.

It's hard for Dream Eater, Huang Pizi, and Wang Liqing to take advantage of me, let alone this old boy.

If it had been a stupid young man today, he would have been fooled by this old boy, and he might have given up all the rewards in his hands.

Wang Minghao shook my hand, took two steps forward, turned his back to me and said, "There should be no more problems before dawn. I have to worry about my little friend looking after me in the middle of the night. I'm going to rest first.

For a smooth burial tomorrow."

"Okay! Brother Wang, don't forget to ask for Song Zhen's blood!"

I shouted, and Wang Minghao's body tilted and he almost fell down.

He steadied himself, snorted softly, and then continued walking towards the house.

I put away the smile on my face, looked up at the dark sky, and thought of the omen of the skull turned into a word spirit. Could this omen represent tomorrow?

Song Zhen held a broom in her hand and diligently picked up the corpses and broken bones of the strange birds on the ground.

These things were bloody and smelly. Song Zhen frowned, wondering if she was retching, but she did not complain.

She didn't dare to complain, after all, this was closely related to her life.

Zhang Geng was sitting on the coffin, snoring and sleeping soundly.

This guy is really big-hearted. He was trembling with fear just now, but now he is fast asleep.

I walked up to Song Zhen and took the broom in her hand: "Okay, let's go get some sleep. There is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow."

"Master Zhao." Her eyes were red and pitiful. When she looked up at me, her long eyelashes were stained with tears that were about to fall, like a weak and pure little white flower: "You are so

Well, I don’t even know how to repay you.”

I waved my hand, picked up the broom, and swept away the rotten meat around me towards the door.

"There is no need to repay, it is only natural to take money from others to eliminate disasters."

"..."

"If you are really embarrassed, just give me another million..."

"Tianshi Zhao is right, there will be many crises tomorrow, so I will go to bed first. Tianshi Zhao will also rest early."

After Song Zhen finished speaking, she ran into the house as if running away, without giving me a chance to continue.

I smiled and shook my head. This guy was not sincere at all. He ran away as soon as money was mentioned.

I swept all the pieces of flesh, blood, feathers and bones into the river.

This flesh and blood floats on the blue-green river water, neither sinking nor spreading. It is like a layer of oil floating on the water and cannot pollute the water quality.

This river is different from the Blackwater Pool in my dream. It is not as deep and terrifying as the Blackwater Pool, but it is exceptionally cold and eerie.

The surrounding scenery is reflected on the river. There are trees, yards, and grass. It seems natural and ordinary, but I have a strange feeling, as if... something is missing.

I looked up at the gray-white stone bridge above the river, and finally realized that it was a reflection!

There is no reflection of the stone bridge on the river!

I took off my pants and jumped into the river.

The river water was freezing cold, and the cold breath penetrated into the seams of my bones. The blood on my body dissolved in the river water, and strands of waterweed wrapped around my body, like snakes, trying to drag me into the abyss.

I picked up a handful of waterweed, and then I realized that the waterweed was black, thin and long. It didn't look like waterweed, but more like a woman's hair.

The river was not too deep, just over two meters, and I quickly sank to the bottom of the gray-white stone bridge.

At the bottom of the stone bridge, there are countless black jars stacked on top of each other. At first glance, there are thousands of them. The mouths of the jars are wrapped with white cloth and wrapped with red ropes, one next to the other, neatly.

It seemed like countless eyes were staring at me.

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

When Yingling bewitched Zhang Geng, did he mean crossing the bridge more than just the Naihe Bridge?

No wonder when Song Zhen led me here, she went around in a circle and didn't want to walk on this bridge.

I walked forward and saw that the jar at the edge had been broken by someone, and there was a small bone inside.

I picked up the bone and touched it, confirming that it was the backbone of a child.

When I picked up the bones, a young voice suddenly sounded in my ears, "Help me!"

I lowered my head, and sure enough I saw a baby girl wearing a red coat emerging from the jar. Her face was covered with black spots, and there was a deep purple tear stain on her neck. Her feet were at a ninety-degree angle, suspended above the jar.

It was the baby girl who had bewitched Zhang Geng before!

Her eyes were streaming with blood and tears, and I heard her say in my mind: "Help me!"

Then she started talking intermittently. These words did not match the words in the beginning and the end, but they made me feel cold all over and made me extremely angry.

I rubbed this snow-white, cold bone and fell silent.
Chapter completed!