The foundation of this house is not deep, and the place where the seven small coffins are buried is not very deep, but even in the Rincarnation Eye, I didn’t see anything underground. So why is this change?

I was a little suspicious and didn't think it was because of the old ghost or his wife's method.

Even if the old ghost is very good at hand, he can be valued by him and has been planning for thousands of years of existence, how could he be an ordinary person?

Therefore, I suspect that what led to these changes was actually because of the strangeness of the Song family itself.

However, even if the Song family members, especially the father and son of Song Weiguo, have extraordinary origins, they are definitely not just like this. And even so, it is not enough to make the old ghost head excited, right?

Because of my doubts, I squatted down and started moving the seven-mouth coffin. At the same time, the Cyclone Eye closely monitored the entire Huangquan monopoly, including the surrounding changes.

I thought that even if these seven-mouthed coffins were not particularly scary, they were not ordinary. At least, it was difficult to move, or if there were any strange plots that appeared when touched, and several kinds flashed through my mind. What was surprising was that this little thing was like a few flower pots placed there. As soon as I moved it, it rose up from the ground. Thanks to my good determination, I did not fall over.

This thing is as light as a feather and has no weight at all. It seems that what I encountered was a paper-paste coffin.

I was shocked and suspicious. Not only did I look at the coffin with my eyes, I couldn't help but activate the strongest reincarnation eye and look at the things in my hand.

no problem!

It’s just a real little coffin!

In the eyes of reincarnation, these seven coffins are made of genuine wood. Moreover, these woods are one of the top ten ghost trees in the ghost world, a kind of ghost steel wood that is as heavy as Mount Tai and known as the king of trees.

This thing, the size of a palm and the weight are about the same as a hammer, or even heavier...

What surprised me even more was that the seven-mouth coffin in front of me spewed out a powerful light of luck from each mouthful.

Moreover, these seven lucky lights are all light golden!

Although the golden color of this light is very light and tends to be white, it cannot be denied that this is the light golden light!

No matter how light it is, it is much stronger than the thickest black luck!

"Where do you get so much light golden luck?"

I took a breath, not only was this shock, but was confused.

Damn, so much golden luck, whether in the world or in the ghost world, they are definitely the existence of a big shot. Their blood is actually contained in the foundation of such an inconspicuous small building?

Moreover, before, before the seven puppets were brought out, the blood did not appear at all.

I looked at the bottom of the coffin and the ground again, and there was indeed nothing. So, where was this blood stored before?

"Is it another confusion of space?" Apart from that, I really can't think of any other reason.

After all, this is the only reason that I can avoid my reincarnation eye, which is so silent and extremely strange.

It can't be through time and space!

"What's there?" Perhaps feeling something unusual, the fat man upstairs asked in a voice transmission.

I told it all, and the fat man was also stunned.

This guy is not the one who can be idle at first. At this moment, he took six people and Team Zhao to the basement that was temporarily dug out.

Seeing the situation in front of him, the few people were dumbfounded. Even the old ghost wife looked dumbfounded. There was a glimmer of light in the woman's eyes, but her surprise should not be fake.

Obviously, she didn't expect that the luck of these lucky people would appear, but this thing was definitely something she was planning!

I even suspected that there was a reason why she would be used by the old ghost, or that after she was now used, she also had a strange intention and began to plot against something.

It happened that these cans of blood in front of me were one of them!

"What's going on? When did these things appear?" The person who was most excited was Team Zhao. Originally, this guy followed us and was used to seeing strange things.

The fat man didn't say anything, but walked over and touched the small coffin in my hand. Shi Guigangmu was still cold and cold, but the blood was really boiling, and the high temperature was not fake. Even steam began to appear, and it was still steaming bit by bit, extremely slowly.

I felt a little weird in my heart, and I always felt that the foundation was something I couldn't see, so I wanted to put the small coffin into the storage space, but I didn't expect it to fail.

No, it's not a failure, because... the small coffin was indeed taken in, but...

The seven cans of blood were still there, and because of the loss of the container, it exploded and turned into a terrifying black red blood mist!

We all retreated one after another. After all, no matter what their use is, this kind of thing that has been preserved for thousands of years or even thousands of years is definitely toxic. Even if it has no special effect on me and the fat man, it may not be necessary for other ordinary people.

What made my chin fall to the ground again was that, under the pull of Fatty and I, the six people except Team Zhao, took root as they were under their feet, and did not move at all, which made Fatty and I look at each other, wondering if my strength has become smaller, and even the seven old, weak, sick and disabled can't move.

Not only that, what shocked me was that in front of us, the bodies of the six people were actually melting like liquid. In the blink of an eye, it completely melted into the blood mist in less than a few breaths!

"Damn it, I'm having a big time!" The fat man jumped up and looked at the empty basement in horror. Except for us and Team Zhao, who were confused, the entire space was the only thing left in front of him was still steaming, jumping up and down, and the blood mist was boiling...

"..." I was speechless. Although I already understood that it would be a matter of time before and after these seven puppets died, I felt a little guilty because I collected the small coffin and added their path to destruction in advance.

Although I am no longer a rookie, and I am prepared for all kinds of things and can deal with the upcoming crisis at any time, this strange situation really goes beyond my imagination, which leads to my current shock.

"What should I do now? Where are the souls of the seven of them? Why didn't I see it?" The fat man looked around, a little curious.

I reached out and grabbed seven drops of blood. These seven drops of blood were mixed in the blood mist, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal, but the Rinpoche still saw a little of the light in it...

"not good!"
Chapter completed!