No matter how glamorous a restaurant or inn is on the outside, there is still dirt and evil hidden in the invisible corners.
However, there is also a gray round cocoon stuck to the spider silk, which is smaller than an ordinary silkworm chrysalis and is very inconspicuous.
If the mirror hadn't reflected everything so clearly, he would probably have missed it even if he had seen it with his own eyes.
He Lingchuan pulled out his dagger and stirred up the mass.
Come out and start a fire.
Just as the flames were devouring the round cocoon, in another inn more than three hundred feet away, someone suddenly covered his chest and screamed in pain!
The man opened his clothes and saw a large piece of burnt black on his chest, as if it had just been burned by an open fire, and even smelled like meat.
"Damn it, we were discovered!"
The man had no choice but to swallow the potion quickly and use the potion to wash the injured area repeatedly.
After less than half an hour, the wound gradually closed up, leaving only a scar the size of a copper coin.
It will take some time to fully recover.
"Oh, don't be proud, you will be in bad luck!" He took out another barefoot wooden sculpture and placed it on the table, and lit two tribute candles.
This is a statue of a god, two palms high, and the wood is a bit old. Although the gold plated body has not completely fallen off, its shape is not as solemn and solemn as other statues. Instead, it has hundreds of faces, and its clothes are not serious.
It is called rags and hundreds of knots.
The chest, hands, feet, neck, and even the holes in the clothes all have faces. Some have only one eye, and some have as many as three or four; some have eyes like bells, and some have eyes like bells, and some have eyes like bells.
The canthus of the eye is cracked and even bleeding.
Some faces were crying, some laughing, some angry, some sad, all with distorted expressions.
There are only a few faces that are completely blank, with no eyes, nose or mouth. They can probably be called expressionless.
Other statues of gods give people the impression of being either majestic or kind, but this one is so ferocious and terrifying that even one look at it makes one shudder.
It's as if countless resentful ghosts have been stuffed into this wooden sculpture.
The man put a few drops of medicine in his eyes, put a small wooden ball into the tribute bowl, knelt down straight, lit half a stick of incense, and muttered something.
After dripping the potion, he could see a translucent shadow emerging from the wooden ball. It was the soul of a child who was only three to four years old. His body was still wet, and he probably drowned.
After the child soul came out, it looked around with a confused expression. It didn't know what was going on, but it instinctively leaned forward and sniffed the incense.
This is its food, which can replenish its weak soul and body.
Wooden balls are carved from seabed wood and can provide temporary shelter for remnant souls.
The curse master took out two more complete incense sticks, lit them, put the tail of the incense sticks on his forehead, and recited something in his mouth.
The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the house soon became stagnant.
It seemed as if something invisible but remarkable was approaching, and even the insects outside the house stopped making noise.
Chapter completed!