The jar has no openings, and the whole thing looks like a trumpet pier.

A couple of workers came to us because they couldn't lift it.

An elderly worker knocked a few times, but heard the sound of the jar a little empty, and they moved it several times, but the thing did not move.

These people don't have much experience, but they are very obedient, they know what to touch and what not to touch, and if we didn't pay a lot of money, they wouldn't be able to play so hard.

I followed them, stepped on the beam, and saw the jar.

Sure enough, as they say, this altar has a kind of attraction that wants to be weird, as if it can attract people's eyes.

I floated down to the bottom of the boat, which had already fallen into some water.

I thought that this jar might be what we were looking for, so without saying a word, I stretched out my hand and pasted three charms directly on the jar.

The charm only plays the role of suppressing evil spirits, but after it is pasted, the black jar does not change at all.

"Am I wrong?"

As the culprit of pulling the dense fog, this thing could not be an ordinary object, but now, several charms to search for seals and exorcise evil spirits have no effect.

I hesitated, and then randomly reached out and put it on this jar, trying to pick it up, but those people had taken it before, and it wasn't good.

However, I tried a few times with just my strength, but I really couldn't get this thing up, as if it was one with the bottom of the boat.

I looked around and motioned for the crowd to push away, even if it was one with the plank, I was going to get it down today.

Since I have this plan, I must use mana.

An extremely pure mana wrapped around my hand, and with a 'creak', this jar was actually lifted by me.

Obviously, this thing was placed on the ship's plate, and it didn't even sink much into the waterline, but after this jar was lifted by me, the weight increased dramatically, and the dismantled ancient ship actually fell crookedly.

I also felt a huge pressure, and the jar in my hand actually fell down little by little.

Now, I can conclude that this thing is the culprit that caused the fog, but how did the shipbuilder put it on it so heavy, did he use a crane? I'm afraid someone else did it.

Just as I was gradually increasing my mana and using it to support it, countless characters suddenly appeared on the jar in my hand.

The characters are smaller than a grain of rice, but they can't hide from my eyes.

It was rows and rows of shamanic characters, and although I didn't understand what I meant, I had seen them a few times, so I recognized them.

I felt that something was wrong, so I immediately leaped back from the ancient ship and landed on the shore and crushed the shore.

The characters on the jar actually flew out, and these characters were all black, the size of millet grains, and swirled in the air around the black altar.

At this time, I naturally wanted to throw this jar behind, but before I could do it, the jar actually flew up on its own, hanging in the air, and black shamanic characters flew around the jar, and the whole jar was surrounded in the middle.

In an instant, the fog spread from under my feet, and the fog came very quickly, but in just a few breaths, it enveloped everyone in the mist.

Fortunately, martial law has been imposed on this section of the river, otherwise more people will be brought in.

Even so, the previous staff members and more than a dozen workers were all implicated.

The black characters spun quickly, staring with their eyes, even a little dazzled.

Suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, and a huge ship slowly emerged from in front of me.

This boat is much more than the imitation boat on the riverside, and the momentum is quite majestic, even if you look at it the night before, you can feel a huge pressure.

The first two times I saw it was very vague, but this time it was very clear, the tattered wooden plank, the flag was long gone, only half of the flagpole remained, but there was still a row of black guns on this ship, and the red cloth covered with the barrel of the cannon had long been rotten.

On the boat, there are rows of soldiers, who do not look like living people at a cursory glance, and the military uniforms of the Qing Dynasty have long been tattered, only the small pigtails on the back of their heads are still there.

We weren't far away, about the distance I was standing under the boat.

These soldiers are all zombies, most of them have low registration, only have white hair, and a few of them have turned purple.

There are countless zombies on the ship, which is similar to the plot in the movie, but on a larger scale than that.

The people standing next to me have now arrived on the ship, and Huang Bawang, Bian Pao, and Lao Bai are dealing with those zombies, but there are a large number of zombies, and they have to protect a lot of ordinary people, so they are at a disadvantage.

I'm a little entangled, the guy in the fog used a similar method last time, although there are some changes this time, but the soup is not changed.

But I always felt that things were not so simple, so I took out the floating gold bell again and flicked it with a white feather.

The bells rang like thunder, but the fog did not disperse, and the strange ship still stopped in front of me.

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect this to be the result, the bell could not dispel the thick fog, and the strange ship had already set its sights on me at this time, and there was absolutely no reason to retreat.

So I rose from the ground, like a feather, and landed on this ship, which was strange from the inside out.

The pale golden flames flickered, and countless Qing Dynasty zombies turned into ashes, but the ancient ship itself did not receive any damage, countless shamans and witchcraft blocked it on the deck, and my Fumu Fire could not do anything with this ship for the time being.

At this time, I realized that the black altar before had now arrived on the ship, and in the middle of the deck, countless black characters were still shrouding the altar.

I've killed a lot of zombies on the deck, and I've emptied a large area.

And they also took this opportunity to run over and join me.

A few of them would not have been chased and beaten by a group of zombies who were not powerful, but they couldn't leave the group of people behind them, this group of people had no combat effectiveness, but they couldn't ignore it.

With them, I was also tied.

But I told the side cannon privately that I wanted him to keep an eye on these people, after all, the dense fog is unknown, and it is likely that some moths will come out.

For example, blend into our team and give me a knife or something when it matters.

It is indispensable to guard against people, and in this tense situation, I slowly walked forward with this group of people.

I had a feeling that if I destroyed the jar, the fog would break.

It's just that these zombies are really loyal, and once we move forward, they will give up all the women and come to stop us.

(End of chapter)