Chapter 251 It’s time to show your true skills
Wuxie, this unlucky little guy, has extraordinary luck. After all, didn’t they bring him here just to use him as a trap?
If not now, when?
Zhang Moyu immediately gave Wuxie a friendly smile and waved at him as if he was greeting a puppy.
Wuxie, who received the summoning message, immediately stood up from beside the coffin, walked around Hei Xiazi who was blocking the way behind him, and ran to Zhang Moyu with a cheerful step.
"Brother Mo, what's wrong?"
"Xiao Xie, I need you to do me a small favor. It's very simple. I'll treat you to a meal when we get back."
When Wuxie heard him say that, he immediately waved his hands in surprise.
"Don't be so polite. It's just a small favor, a piece of cake. Brother Mo, just tell me directly, what do you need me to do?"
Zhang Moyu did not answer him immediately, but fell into thought again.
Wait, that's not right. Didn't Wuxie already come in? What else do I need to do to trigger its evil properties?
Could it be that because both he and Zhang Benling were there, they suppressed all the evil spirits that wanted to show up?
Zhang Benling had obviously thought of this as well. He rubbed the coin in his hand and gave a suggestion.
"Why don't you let him walk around twice and see?"
If they are really temporarily frightened by the Qilin aura of the two of them, then take out the baits one by one, shake them left and right, and then lure them out, they will eventually come out.
"Xiao Xie, there are still some evil things on this boat that haven't been dealt with. Why don't you just walk around and see if you can fish some out. This will save us the trouble of searching for them."
After hearing what he said, Wuxie finally realized that they were using him as bait. Could it be that they brought him along just to lure out evil spirits?
Thinking about the various magical creatures he encountered since joining the tomb-robbing industry, his life in the past year was even more eventful than his life in the previous twenty years. For a moment, Wuxie actually thought that their idea was really good?
It really makes the best use of it...
At this time, Hei Xia Zi also came over, staring at Wu Xie with curiosity behind his sunglasses, and sighing.
"I didn't expect that, eldest disciple, you actually have this function? A ghost caller?"
At this moment, Wuxie felt as if he had been turned into treasure. His mood was inexplicably complicated. He rolled his eyes at Hei Xia Zi and was unable to complain.
"You think I want this? I'll give you the ability to raise a corpse when the coffin is opened. Do you want it?"
Hei Xia Zi immediately jumped back a step, three feet away from Wu Xie, and crossed his hands in front of his chest to make a big "X".
"No no no, I'll keep this blessing for you. I, Master Hei, can't afford it."
Wuxie curled his lips at him, then turned around and walked away, obediently wandering around here, trying to be a qualified bait.
Hei Xia Zi saw that everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Xie at the moment, no one was paying attention to him, there was no danger around and it was boring, so the troublemaker in his heart gradually became active.
He tiptoed to Zhang Moyu and Zhang Benling, and began to lower his voice restlessly, whispering in a magnetic voice.
"The one walking towards us now is Wuxie, the foremost of the Wu family's three generations and the beloved disciple of the renowned underworld master Black Blind Man. Previously, he'd only displayed level 10 Iron Head and level 8 Lip Cannon abilities. We'd always thought he was a loser, but things are different now..."
The critical moment has arrived, it's time to show your true skills!
Come on, Wuxie! Use the evil summon quickly. If you use this skill, you can... Ouch! "
Hei Xia Zi was talking excitedly when he was suddenly slapped on the back of his head.
He originally thought that Zhang Moyu had hit him, and turned his head away with a wronged look, but Zhang Moyu didn't even bother to give him a glance, and just said something calmly.
"It wasn't me."
Hei Xia Zi turned his head to the other side and met Zhang Benling's annoyed and cold gaze.
"If you make any more noise, I'll deduct your money!"
Hei Xia Zi couldn't believe it, Hei Xia Zi felt wronged, Hei Xia Zi quietly turned off the microphone.
Damn it! He clearly thought his explanation was good, vivid and interesting, so why didn't the two Zhangs show any interest at all? Look at the people over there, they were so engrossed in listening, their ears practically pricked up.
Wuxie wandered around the crowd aimlessly, feeling lost as to what to do.
He stood there and thought about it. In the past, he had opened the mechanisms by accident. When he encountered those forbidden sea monkeys and the like, he just chose a random path and followed his feelings. He encountered them in a daze without knowing how.
Or should he close his eyes and follow his feelings?
In this way, the evil in him should be brought into full play.
Wuxie thought this was a good idea, and then he immediately closed his eyes, stretched out his hands to explore the way in front of him, and moved forward in small steps and gropingly.
Zhang Moyu and the others looked at Wuxie in confusion, and couldn't help laughing when they saw him pretending to be blind.
Aning looked at Wuxie, who seemed to be full of silliness, and couldn't bear to look at him. He left with a few of his men.
She had found her own team members, her goal had been achieved, so what was she waiting for? To watch the show?
She no longer had the idea of wanting to see what these people were doing. It was not like she had nothing to do, so who would have the time to accompany them to mess around like they were doing nothing!
Wuxie unknowingly walked out of the compartment and came to another place, where Zhang Moyu and the others discovered the ghost show composed of ghost fire and human skin curtains.
Wuxie was seen holding onto the wooden railing on the left, and while walking, he suddenly stepped on a gray-black pottery jar the size of a human head that had fallen to the ground. He then fell forward uncontrollably, and his head hit several similar pots stacked nearby.
With a loud bang, Wuxie immediately let out a short cry of pain. He covered his head with one hand and held onto the wall with the other as he struggled to get up from the ground.
The expression on his face was a little distorted, almost wrinkled into a ball, which showed how hard he fell.
Hei Xia Zi, who only knew how to make sarcastic remarks, had no intention of coming forward to help, and even made a slight laugh, which made Wu Xie feel even worse.
At this moment, Zhang Moyu and Zhang Benling, who were following behind him, keeping an eye on him and possibly helping him, became interested in the unremarkable little pottery jar that rolled in front of them after being stepped on by Wuxie.
They had not noticed these small jars placed in the corridor before, but now after taking a closer look, they found that the foul air and evil spirits in the jars were quite heavy.
Zhang Benling lifted up the jar, and Zhang Moyu cooperated by removing the mud seal on the jar.
Inside was a skull not much smaller than the jar, and a dozen small red beetles.
Zhang Moyu looked at these little bugs and felt like he had seen them somewhere before.
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