What King Kong Xiaoming said is getting more and more mysterious.
If you say that formation requires spells, I believe it.
It's unbelievable that a broken box needs a spell to be used.
"This thing was originally used by Taoists, but if it comes to the people, it is naturally not so easy to use."
He stared at the net with interest.
Like, I want to take it all together.
"You mean, you need a spell to use it, right?"
I thought about it and noticed a contradiction.
How could such a soul-crossing envoy be used in front of him?
King Kong Xiaoming nodded, and then with a wave of his hand, the net became a palm-sized silk net in the blink of an eye.
"You...you monster!"
The man's face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He never expected that these two treasures would be at the bottom of his treasure chest for many years.
Even when he was at Savage Mountain, he never showed up at the critical moment.
It's not that he doesn't understand the principle that a big tree attracts the wind.
Of course, on ordinary days, those who could see these two magic weapons would be stunned.
Including the previous Soul Crosser from Liucheng decades ago.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened here.
"That's not how this thing is used."
King Kong Xiaoming threw the net out again.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a big net again. It was so fast that it caught the man off guard.
"Yao Dao! What do you want to do! How dare you attack Yin Cha!"
"Is there anyone else here?"
King Kong Xiaoming handed me the soul box and motioned to take a look inside.
This piece really shocked me.
There were actually seven or eight blue figures inside.
"Boy, what did you say!"
The man was shocked, obviously frightened by my words.
"I said that this thing requires a spell to be used." King Kong Xiaoming glanced at it: "The souls here are just trapped. Those who can really use it have long since died."
"He doesn't seem to know there's someone inside?" I was stunned and looked at him: "Who is that person inside?"
“Wouldn’t it be obvious once you release it?”
King Kong Xiaoming smiled.
However, I have a rough answer in mind.
The three people here are probably the Soul Crossing Envoys who have disappeared one after another in the past few decades.
I still vaguely remember that forty years ago, a soul-crossing envoy who had just taken office for a few days came to Jiyunzhai and offered double the price. He wanted only one answer, that is
The whereabouts of the missing Soul Crosser.
However, he didn't take it seriously at that time and left it to his subordinates to handle the matter.
As for the outcome, it is conceivable now, and it is not difficult to know. I am afraid that it will all be done in one pot.
I turned over the box and poured it down hard, but there was no reaction at all.
"What's going on?"
King Kong Xiaoming took it and fastened the lid to the bottom of the box: "The lid has a seal. Cover the bottom of the box. When the two seals are combined, they will naturally dissipate."
As soon as he finished speaking, before he could turn over the box, blue figures emerged one after another from the box.
"It's out! It's finally out!"
A middle-aged man in his forties shouted, which made my ears tingle.
Is this what the world often calls ghosts?
How unpleasant to hear!
"Thank you both for your help!"
The eight ghosts bowed to us together.
"What are your identities?"
I waved my hand, the so-called life-saving grace was just to satisfy my temporary curiosity.
"I am the Soul Crossing Envoy from Liucheng!"
"I'm also a Soul Crosser!"
"Me too!"
Two middle-aged men in their forties and a middle-aged man in their thirties revealed their identities one after another.
"Are they all Soul Crossers?"
I was stunned.
Where does this come from?
Being served in a pot?
"They are Soul Crossers."
The middle-aged man opened his mouth to explain.
He has been in charge of the Soul Crossing Envoy since the Qing Dynasty, and he can be regarded as the oldest one.
As for the other two Soul Crossing Envoys, they are just taking over their positions.
The Soul Crossing Envoy was taken away, that’s all. Why was the Soul Crossing Envoy also taken away?
It seems that this matter is a bit strange.
I thought about it secretly, then looked at the man trapped in the big net, and asked the three soul transferers: "You should all know him, right?"
"You fat kid, how dare you do such evil things!"
The person who spoke was the second person who identified himself, a middle-aged man in his forties.
Thinking back to the beginning, this fat boy was promoted from the Soul Crossing Man by himself.
At first, he was honest and honest, but he didn't expect that the person who trapped him would be such an honest-looking person.
"Brother Hu, I..."
The man had a grimace on his face and did not dare to look at them.
He didn't have the right to dare to look at her.
Regardless of qualifications or ability, he can only be regarded as unqualified.
To be able to sit in the position of Soul Crosser is nothing more than to get rid of your immediate boss, then win people's hearts, and then slowly eliminate dissidents, and work your way up step by step.
"Master Soul Envoy, I will deal with him!"
This man was also very angry.
I think about how majestic he was back then.
Even though he is a soul-wading chai, he is a majestic soul-wading chai.
Unexpectedly, less than a year after I boarded the Soul Crossing, I would be trapped by this guy. I would be trapped in darkness for God knows how long.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the elevator opened.
"clatter......"
"clatter......"
Crisp footsteps came from the elevator.
Within a few breaths, a young man in his twenties appeared.
Are they employees of this company?
I thought about it secretly, but I felt that this was not the case.
There was a light in his eyes.
Yes, it is indeed the light that swirls in the eyes.
"Is he not alive?"
I asked King Kong Xiaoming next to me.
This is also the conclusion I have drawn.
Where are there any normal living people with such eyes?
He looked at the eight ghosts with his eyes.
Not only was he not afraid, but he had a look of surprise.
"Judge."
King Kong Xiaoming crossed his arms on his chest and stared at him.
"Judge?" I was stunned: "Did you read that correctly?"
I have met the judge once.
Wearing an official hat on his head, whether it is his temperament or his face, he gives the impression that he is an old monster who has been around for a long, long time.
How could he be such a young man?
However, a mark appeared on the young man's forehead: Judgment.
"Greetings to the Lord Judge!"
The eight Yinza around him, without exception, knelt on their knees, lay on the ground, and shouted respectfully.
I thought about it, since he is an undercover agent, no matter how old he is, his official position must be more than a little higher.
I was about to kneel down, but King Kong Xiaoming stopped me with one hand.
"What's wrong?"
Unexpectedly, he smiled and said: "He is not qualified."