The sealed Wu Ge Qin Mu didn't think of it immediately.

However, the spiritual power consumed by that witch song is very huge. If you use it rashly, I am afraid that Qin Mu will cry at that time. In the situation at that time, Qin Mu is very unsuitable for such witch songs, and it is very likely that he will die halfway through singing.

Because the sealed witch song must be matched with witch dance.

There are also runes and carriers for eliminating demons drawn with spiritual power on the body. If they are in their own home, it is not difficult to make these things, but when they came out, Qin Mu did not expect that there was anything that could not be killed directly, and that they must be sealed. This was really unexpected. He did not bring any of these things.

"Let's make such a ball for the time being, and put it in the room," Qin Mu said helplessly: "There is no way to seal it now, there is no material at all."

"What are you going to do now?" Honglian thought about it carefully and understood. After all, the materials and time used for sealing are quite a bit of. The seal in the witch song is completely different from the seal of Maoshan. It is the seal of Maoshan. It takes a lot of energy to draw a talisman that can suppress the zombie king. There are extremely strict requirements in the screening of talisman paper and the drawn potions. There are no other reasons. These things are drought-ba, which is almost at the zombie, and are difficult to deal with.

"Let it go." Qin Mu said naturally.

"There is no problem for me to keep these things." Honglian said leisurely: "But you have to know, once the arc on this wool ball disappears, what problems will it lead to once your rune chain is not supported by spiritual power?"

Qin Mu was stunned. This matter was something he had not considered.

"I have seen the technique of defining runes. Generally, only Buddhists will do this. This method should not be taught to you by Chonghua," Honglian said lightly: "Oh, by the way, no matter who I teach you now, there is only one thing, very clear. This thing cannot be guaranteed for very long. After defining all spiritual power or magic power, it will definitely be depleted. These losses will be directly lost in the air. In other words, it has a shelf life at the beginning, so what should I do?"

Honglian's question was bleeding, and Qin Mu remained silent.

"I'll solve it."

Just when the atmosphere was very stiff, I could hear such a sound suddenly coming from the air. The few people in the courtyard were a little confused. There was a barrier with red lotus outside. When did the barrier have any problems with my eldest sister? It always happened that when the barrier opened, it seemed like there was nothing outside. Why did someone's voice come in?

Just when the few people were still wondering, a man rushed in directly at the barrier at the door.

The feeling was like a smooth thing squeezing into a soap bubble. First, a human figure appeared on the barrier wall, and then a figure rushed in, and even Qin Miao's scream came from behind him.

"What! How can the patriarch enter such a house?" The voice was so sharp that it even made everyone feel at a loss. Qin Mu narrowed his eyes. From the beginning, he felt that the house was a bit strange, and even the people around him treated the house even more strangely. Why did Qin Miao say such words? It was obviously the house of his beloved youngest son?

"I'll solve it." When the patriarch stepped into the barrier, all the voices behind him disappeared, as if the barrier had returned to its original state, but just a person had just been put in.

"You'll solve it?" Honglian raised her eyebrows. She felt a special aura on the patriarch, like the smell of a strong man.

The patriarch did not answer Honglian, but squatted down and touched the spiritual power dumpling made by Qin Mu with his hands. At that time, there was still lightning flashing on the dumpling. Qin Mu was about to remind him, but the patriarch had already pinched the dumpling in his hand and even used some force.

Looking at Qin Mu's eagerness to speak but stop, the patriarch waved his hand: "I am an electric body and I am not afraid of lightning, so don't worry."

Qin Mu nodded and saw the old patriarch take out a small bag from his arms. The bag was a structure similar to the ancient sachet. He picked up a dumpling and smiled: "Qin Mu, you are doing well."

The old man's smile was very kind. Then, he stuffed the dumplings as big as dumplings directly into his small sachet. In such a small bag, he could not stuff them in total.

The old man pinched the sachet with his hands. The originally bulging sachet became smaller as the old man kept kneading it, until the whole bag became flat, as if nothing was left inside.

When the bag became flat, the old man picked up a few more dumplings and threw them in, still doing the same thing.

"This is...what is going on?" Qin Mu looked puzzled.

"This is the treasure of our Qin ancestor, and it is a bag that can be used to seal monsters." The old patriarch said leisurely: "As long as the monster is put into this small bag, it can be kneaded into small pieces of paper. Put such pieces of paper in a small box with a sealing paper talisman, and it can be permanently sealed."

"At the beginning, I kept trying to stuff such a big zombie into such a small bag. Thank you very much." The old man's tone was kind and slow: "Why didn't I think of this method at the beginning? It turns out that young people are smarter."

As the old man kneaded quickly, the pile of blue dumplings in front of him had already been seen. Qin Mu saw that he kneaded all the corpses, but there were hundreds of them, and probably only the old man would have such good patience.

Finally, the old man dragged out about a dozen pieces of paper from the bag, walked over, and put it in Qin Mu's hand.

It was made by ancient paper-cutting techniques. Each of the pieces of paper cut out was the appearance of a character, but the shape was slightly different.

There are children, women, elderly, and young men. Such eleven or two paper-cuts are lifelike, which even makes Qin Mu a little doubt whether the old patriarch is just trying to make fun of him. How could he seal it so lightly?

The seal of the witch song is sealed with spells and body witch dances. During this period, it is also equipped with specially made dolls. As the carrier of the seal, the requirements for dolls are very high and require some special materials. There are a few little guys at home who made when Qin Mu followed Chonghua to learn art, but they didn't bring them here.

"It's amazing." The old patriarch smiled.

"Fortunately, it's not very magical. This thing is so big. What should I do if I meet a bigger one?" Qin Mu glanced at it for a few more times. To be honest, he was very moved by this thing. But the old patriarch's salesman's face made Qin Mu feel a little worried. Isn't this old guy going to have any ideas?

"Monsters and the like can be put in here. They don't have any entity. Besides, when they meet big ones, they can be divided like you." The old patriarch said with a smile: "Look, is it very cost-effective? Do you want one?"

Qin Mu looked at the old man and realized that he had agreed to his five conditions. He would not sell himself more to attract interest when he was in contact. At that time, when Honglian and Maomao rushed into the Qin family's warehouse, it would not be a matter of a few sachets.
Chapter completed!