"Damn, I thought it was a baby, wasting my feelings."

He threw the bronze sword aside, and Song Si picked up the oil lamp and looked at it carefully.

This oil lamp was very magical and quietly made him stumble.

Song Si couldn't tell whether the power of the oil lamp was confusing consciousness or distorting time.

He prefers the former.

Because the power of time is too mysterious, it cannot be touched by a person like the abbot.

"This should be a magic weapon, but how can we activate the power in it?"

Song Si was confused in his heart.

Weak humans are not only food for demons and evil spirits, but they are not even qualified to understand the truth of this world.

Although he was able to kill demons and evil spirits, his foundation was too weak and he could only rely on himself to explore it slowly.

"I now have two soul-squeezing nails and an oil lamp, so I should be considered the number one figure!"

Song Si couldn't help but feel complacent and put away the deer antler sword and oil lamp.

Turning his head and looking at the bronze sword next to him, Song Si decided to bring it with him.

Although the embroidery is not good, it may be a good thing to hide in the Buddha statue.

"It's broken and rusty, so it can barely be used as a stick."

Song Si said, preparing to put the bronze sword, the soul-suppressing nail and the oil lamp together.
Chapter completed!