The grass blades were clean, growing peacefully and gracefully in the dish. There were no roots or whiskers, only two very similar grass stems.
"Is it true?" Baomu observed them carefully.
"Yes," Miaozhen nodded, stretched out his finger and lightly touched the tip of the grass blade, "If I admit correctly, this should be Qiqiao's rootless grass."
"Rootless grass? This name is quite appropriate," Baomu muttered, "What is that?"
"It is said that there are three ingenious things in Qiqiao, namely rootless grass, flower without bloom and vine without leaves. From this point of view, it should be these three plants."
Grass without roots, flower trees that never bloom, and vines that never end.
"Craft thing?"
"Well," Miaozhen nodded, "You can understand it as... the mascot of Qiqiao."
It seems like he suddenly changed from awesome to cute.
"What is the use of this ingenious thing?" asked the Taoist Priest.
"The specific purpose... I don't know very well," Miaozhen frowned, "After all, Qiqiao has a very bad relationship with our other factions, and they won't let us easily understand such an important thing, but we all
I think these three ingenious objects may be the source of Qiqiao's poisonous technique."
Xiaolan immediately retracted her outstretched hand, "This thing is poisonous?!"
"Looking at the three of them separately, they should all be non-toxic," Miaozhen said. "Our speculation is that Qiqiao will use some special development methods to turn these three plants into red-pointed poison... However,
Of course, since it sounds like it, we can’t give an accurate answer. To be on the safe side, let’s not act rashly.”
After talking, these three plants with different postures no longer seemed as graceful and agile as before. Xiaolan hid behind Baomu and pointed to the east room, "Let's start from this room first.
Bar."
The four of them pushed open the door, and what greeted them was the aroma of medicine mixed with the faint smell of blood.
"There is also a corpse smell here." Baomu indeed smelled a smell that they couldn't feel again. "There must be someone dead in this house."
Four beams of light swept into the main room at the same time, outlining the layout of the house.
In the middle of the room, there is a square jade platform that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The surface of the platform is mottled in red and green, and there is a circular groove in the middle.
"This is……"
Baomu turned to look at Miaozhen. Miaozhen shook his head. He seemed to be full of doubts. He took a step forward and walked in first.
The house is not big, with two sides separated. There are several bamboo cradle chairs placed in the separated area. Everything in the room is motionless, waiting in the dust and darkness. I don’t know where their owners fell.
Down.
A few people first approached the jade platform. The entire platform was in the shape of an inverted trapezoid. When everyone took a closer look, they discovered that the red and green colors on the surface of the platform were not the color of the jade itself, but were added on later.
"What is this..."
"Probably the juice extracted from rootless grass."
"Eh-"
As soon as Xiaolan heard Miaozhen's words, she quickly walked away with a look of disgust.
"It seems that this is where the Qiqiao people extract toxins from the rootless grass." Miaozhen looked around the room. "Unfortunately, I don't know if there are any survivors of the Qiqiao people after this battle. If not, then this
The skill of making red tips also disappeared..."
There is no need for such a strange skill to exist!
"It should be... they extract the juice here. If you are tired from work, you can come here to take a rest." Baomu stood next to a rocking chair, reached out to hold the armrest of the rocking chair, and pushed it a few times. "It's quite easy to use."
Woolen cloth."
"The people sitting on those chairs may also be Qiqiao's slaves," Miaozhen said. "Qiqiao does a lot of work in manipulating slaves."
Baomu took half a step back and almost sat down on the ground.
Xiaolan narrowed her eyes in disbelief, "Qiqiao...is it really that bad?"
"I can't say bad," Miaozhen said. "I can only say that each faction has its own unique style of behavior and values. Fundamentally speaking, there is no absolute good or bad, only relative positions. Seven
Qiao behaves erratically, but he won't do anything wrong. Compared with the other eight sects, it is indeed out of place, but it cannot be criticized."
Baomu sighed softly, stood up again and walked towards them.
"There's nothing to find here, let's go."
"Well, let's go..."
Suddenly, all four of them closed their mouths.
Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...
In the corner of the room, there was the sound of wood scraping.
Baomu's body froze in place, his eyes widened.
That voice came from behind him.
The four of them held their breath in tacit agreement and looked around.
The rocking chair closest to the wall is rocking.
The rocking chair swayed silently up and down with an obvious but not exaggerated amplitude.
It's like there's a person sitting on it.
"Baomu, come here quickly!" Miaozhen's face suddenly became serious. He stretched out his hand to stop the trembling Baomu behind him, and at the same time ordered Xiaolan and Taoist Master to hide behind him.
"What's going on?..." Baomu's face turned pale with fright, "Is there... is there a ghost?"
"So many people have died in this place, maybe there really is a ghost," Xiaolan also said, "But if it is really a ghost, then we don't have to be afraid."
"That's right," Miaozhen carefully protected the three of them while moving over little by little, "In my opinion, this thing may be more complicated..."
The four people who were moving so quickly came to the side of the chair. Slowly, the chair stopped shaking.
When they walked over to check, the rocking chair had completely stopped and returned to the elegant and dignified appearance it had a few minutes ago.
Miaozhen put her two fingers together, stretched out her hand and wiped it on the armrest of the rocking chair.
"No more," he seemed relieved, "there is nothing on the rocking chair now."
"What was that just now?"
"It seems... it is really a certain spirit," Miaozhen said, "But fortunately, the power of that spirit was too weak and its duration was limited. It is gone now."
"Is this the person who died here?" Baomu asked.
"I don't know either..." Miaozhen shook his head, "Maybe."
The four of them left the Grass Leaf House and chose the Vine House opposite the door as their next target. This time, when they opened the door, the smell that hit them was even stronger.
It just smells of soil and fertilizer.
There are no rocking chairs or jade platforms in the vine house. There are only two rows of neatly arranged wooden chairs. In front of each chair, there is a red pottery medicine mortar. The red pottery medicine is pounded and inserted into the mortar. Even the direction it faces is different.
It's the same.
"It seems that Wuxiu Teng is extracted in this way," Xiaolan said, "I just don't know where the earthy flavor comes from."
The Taoist priest squatted next to a medicine mortar and lowered his head to check.