I saw that the auctioneer suddenly hugged the jar and ran under the table.

This stunned everyone in the audience, old man...... People call him Professor Zhao, seeing that the scourge of the Eight Treasures Altar can finally be auctioned, he just took a pill with confidence, and the water has not had time to drink, and when he saw this scene, he was also stupid: "Xiao Wu, this ......"

Ordinary people can't react, but the bodyguards around them are professionally trained, and although they haven't seen the auctioneer take the collection away, they don't care about being surprised at all, so they rush up and detain the auctioneer: "Mr. Wu, what are you doing here?" ”

And the auctioneer hugged the jar tightly, and the bruises on his head and the back of his hands exploded, obviously refusing to let go, and roared: "This jar is mine...... It's mine...... I won't give anyone! ”

Those bodyguards didn't eat dry food, so they immediately wanted to pull his hands away and snatch the jar back, but Xiao Wu hugged him tightly, and the bodyguards had a lot of strength, just hearing the sound of "Kala", and a few of his fingers were directly broken.

Ten fingers even the heart, this kind of severe pain can be imagined, but even if the auctioneer's face is as white as paper in an instant, he still holds on to the jar and does not let go, and only says one sentence: "This is my ...... This is my ......."

It doesn't look like a normal person anymore......

As the auctioneer spoke, he suddenly pounced on a bodyguard and wanted to knock the person down and run out, but the security of this place, it was impossible for a single person to run out.

More bodyguards gathered around, and a group of people had already suppressed him, and I had just run a few steps when I heard one of the bodyguards gasp.

Then, those bodyguards all let go and stared at the backbone of Professor Zhao.

I could see beyond the place they had made out - the auctioneer was no longer moving, his neck crooked at an angle that humans should not have reached.

A mouthful of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, apparently struggling, his cervical vertebrae were out of place, and he was already dead.

These things happened in an instant, and there was no time to stop them.

It's like the auctioneer - lost in the jar.

Old Man Zhao took a mouthful of medicine stuck in his throat, coughed incessantly, and the person was about to fall back: "This jar is a true evil ......"

Dumb Balan was close, and first helped Old Man Zhao up, and I immediately ran over there: "Don't touch this jar ...... anyone."

It is the duty of the bodyguards here to protect things, and a few bodyguards have already picked up the jar.

Really...... As soon as they touched the altar, the faces of those people also showed very strange expressions, and they hugged the altar with all their strength.

Damn, I'm lost in my mind too!

Some of the other bodyguards looked over, and everyone's eyes seemed to be attracted by the altar, revealing a fanatical light.

"Give me ......"

"Why, give it to me!"

Several of the bodyguards tore each other apart like vultures that had seen the corpse, and they all wanted to hold the jar in their hands—all professionally trained, and it was called a fist to the flesh, and the flesh was flying, and some of them fell on the spot.

I immediately thought of that legendary village.

If this continues, more and more people will die, so I immediately got lucky, dragged away a few bodyguards, and hugged the jar in my arms: "Stop, this ......"

A strange force seemed to grab my heart...... I want to say that this jar is mine.

But I immediately pulled my brain back, what do I want this thing for, it looks so good......

It's so beautiful, if only it were mine, I've never wanted something so strongly in my life.

Bah, it's more important than this jar, but it's too much!

At the same time, a bad chill hit my heart - this jar can even confuse my heart, no wonder the house god wants to take it away!

Want...... I want to hold on to it, be with it for the rest of my life, and no one will give it...... It's like a hand stretched out from the jar and grabbed my heart!

But at this moment, I suddenly felt as if something trembled on my body, like an alarm clock, and immediately woke me up.

What is it?

But I didn't bother to think about it, and while I was sober, I bit the tip of my tongue, and the sharp pain hit, and there was a fishy sweetness in my mouth.

I immediately dipped the blood from the tip of my tongue, transported the upward qi, and smeared it on the Yin Tang - it was disgusting to think about it, but I knew that I must be like the auctioneer, I was fascinated by the invasion of evil qi, and the pure yang boy's blood sealed the Yin Tang, and the evil qi could not enter.

Sure enough, this time, I was much more sober, and I hugged the jar and wanted to put it back in place, but the people around me surrounded me.

"Give me ......"

"Give it to me!"

These people, without exception, have jumped from the ground pavilion to the seal hall.

My heart went numb - their expressions were all greedy, like zombies besieging the city!

Not only them, but even the people in the audience began to be restless: "That jar is so beautiful, I want it too!" ”

"Yes, no matter how much money it is, I'll out!"

"With you, your little money isn't enough to sell your pants, right?"

"You fart!"

Those who came to participate in the auction were all leaders of the upper class, well-dressed and detached in conversation, but now, like a shrew in the vegetable market, they were pinched for the sake of the jar.

All affected by the evil spirit of this jar.

And at this time, I suddenly had a strange feeling - although this jar is a dead thing, it is laughing!

This feels like a panic, not to mention how crazy it is, and sure enough, this jar is the catastrophe that is going to occur in the mansion.

If this continues, the people of this auction house will have to die like the people in that village.

Gotta get rid of this jar quickly!

But the people here are all greedy, and if they want to leave here, I'm afraid they will have to wait for them to die.

I can only hold the jar and retreat, Cheng Xinghe and they want to come over to help me, but there are too many people across the way, even if Dumb Balan throws it out with one hand, he can't squeeze it in a short time.

This can't be done, you have to cover this jar with evil energy.

What kind of lid can I take?

At this time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jiang Chen looked at me and the altar with great interest, and his dark and heavy Danfeng eyes were still unusually clear.

He wasn't affected - by the way, there was a strange aura in him, and it was like a barrier that protected him.

That breath...... I was stunned for a moment, it was a dragon qi similar to Xiaoxiang!

Damn, could it be that he is really the reincarnation of a real dragon?

But these people surrounded me, and I didn't have time to think about it, but when I thought about it—why did I just come to my senses?

When I looked down at my body, I realized what that trembling thing was—it was the old man's broken foot cup!

Odd...... Could it be that the broken foot ancient cup has anything to do with this jar?