Qin Mu gave the order, but no one took action. The two women would not be able to do it. The housekeeper suspected that as for the aunt Honglian, it would be nice if Qin Mu was not ordered. Can Qin Mu still be ordered?

His old face turned red and he coughed lightly. Since he gave the order, he would not do it himself. His eyes were on Shu Ran who was still looking around behind him.

The monk suddenly realized, and said oh, then reached forward.

"Wait, use this." Although the housekeeper was very confused, he still found a flower shovel next to the monk. Qin Mu gestured at a rough position, close to the root of the plant, and poked it down with a shovel.

The monk was very strong, but the shovel did not apply the handle. He let out a light exclaim, and looked at Qin Mu with a faint admiration.

Honglian discovered the clues and glanced at Qin Mu. The stinky brat's spiritual sense was pretty good. When this green plant pressed against it, she could still detect the trace of evil spirit.

After confirming that there was something in the flower pot, he let go and dig it out. Even the root of the plant was poked. The housekeeper wanted to remind him several times, but when he thought of Lin Gangsheng's words of caution, he suppressed his mind.

A dark stick-like object was dug out from the bottom of the flower pot. As soon as it came out, a cold and fishy smell came to the face, choking the monk's hand trembled. The thing fell on the marble floor and made a sonorous sound.

Honglian couldn't stand this smell, so she had already retreated far away, and the butler forced herself to watch from the side.

Relieving was about to pick up the thing, Qin Muze took the thing first. The moment he was tentacles, he almost threw it on the ground again. The ghost thing was still covered with soil, pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly. But the tentacles of this thing were so cold, cold, as if they were about to reach the bottom of their hearts from their fingertips, and their entire arm was cold.

Qin Mu's spiritual power penetrated his arms before forcibly pushing the cold breath out of his body. After doing this, he was sweating profusely. Hong Lian also guessed that he might have been hit and looked at him with a worried look.

"It's okay." Honglian was about to step forward, and Qin Mu waved weakly, focusing on the stick-shaped thing in front of him.

The clanging sound made by the thing when he was relieved and dropped it on the ground was at least a metallic one, but the tentacles were cold and there was a hint of softness. Qin Mu looked at it for a long time and wiped off the soil on the thing, and a piece of cloth highlighted from it.

There was actually a layer of black cloth around the outside. In this way, the sound of metal could be thrown on the floor. It was really magical. Qin Mu carefully pinched the layer of cloth. The layer of things exuded a cold smell, but it was a little warm. When it looked closely inside, there were tiny patterns and meridians, which looked like the skin of some kind of animal.

As the layer of things outside was removed by Qin Mu, the last thing that caught my eye was a piece of black metal. This small piece of metal had no rules, as if it was randomly broken by something, with some small patterns on it, which seemed to have not been finished yet, and it looked more like fragments of something.

When Qin Mu held this thing, he still pinched it with the cloth on his hand, and it was not completely exposed. However, because of curiosity, this guy directly touched the fragment with his hands and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"What's going on?" Qin Mu was also stunned, and touched the fragment with his other hand.

Honglian roared: "No." Under Qin Mu's puzzled eyes, a layer of red lotus karma fire was raised with his plain hands, like a delicate thin glove, covering the entire palm. After doing these, he grabbed the fragment and the black cloth on the fragment.

"You go and take care of him. Use relics to place them on his head, and then clear the meridians with spiritual power." Honglian ordered, fiddling with the fragments in his hand with a serious face.

When the aunt said, Qin Mu did the right thing, but she was relieved but still didn't wake up. Her breathing was much smoother than before. There was a cold feeling on her arms before, but now she has no more.

After the relics left by Lekong fell down in relief, they kept emitting a golden light in his arms, which made Qin Mu find it very smoothly. When Qin Mu accepted the black puppet, the relics kept glowing. It seemed that whenever an evil thing or ghost appeared, the relics would shine as a reminder.

"What the hell is it?" Qin Mu frowned and asked Honglian. He had never seen such a strange object before, and the cold aura on the fragment was very terrifying. In an instant, it seemed as if something had reached the heart along the fingertips.

Honglian repacked the thing with a serious look on her face, and suddenly smiled: "The layer outside this thing is really intent, it turns out to be a fire rat skin."

"Fire Rat Skin?" Qin Mu was stunned, as if he had heard Chonghua say it, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment.

"You are asking you to study more on weekdays!" Honglian slapped Qin Mu on the forehead, and the latter covered his head and was filled with tears: "The fire rat was also made by those idle colleagues who had nothing to do. The earliest one seemed to have taken some flesh and blood from the body of the Fire Dragon and fed it every day. You also know that many ferocious beasts that existed in ancient times, seals and dead dead, but there were still some corpses and wreckage."

Qin Mu nodded hurriedly and looked like a student who was good at studying.

Honglian calmly said: "The skin of the fire rat is very warm. If you use the skin of the fire rat to make clothes in winter, it only needs a thin layer. However, this is also a luxury. Although the fire rat is easy to reproduce, it is not easy to obtain. Generally, this skin is used to preserve some cold things, such as the one in front of you."

"What's this?"

"I don't know what it is," Honglian said lightly, and disappointment immediately rose on Qin Mu's face, but Honglian's next words surprised him because she said, "This thing should be a ghost weapon."

"Ghost weapon?" Qin Mu exclaimed, relieved woke up slowly in the exclamation, looking puzzled, looking inexplicably, when he looked at the small black cloth bag in Honglian's hand, he looked frightened.

"How is it?" Qin Mu asked in a flash, but his attention continued to focus on the black "little cloth bag": "I have never heard of it before. Isn't it just a spiritual weapon?"

"The spiritual weapons are also formed over time, or they are cast by powerful people by themselves. For example, the Nine Cauldrons cast by the Emperor Zhou of the Zhou Dynasty belonged to the national weapon, but there are also spiritual weapons that have produced some effect through the essence of heaven and earth over time. They are generally first-grade and second-grade spiritual weapons. However, objects are not good or bad in themselves. They can become spiritual weapons over time, or they may become ghost weapons." Honglian sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that in such an era, this thing can be seen."

"Is this thing... not good?" The housekeeper asked tremblingly. Seeing the relics that were constantly shining with light when Shu Ran fainted, he felt that the group of people in front of him had completely exceeded her perception.
Chapter completed!