"Is it just an ordinary jar?"
Zhou Hao holds an old jar with a missing hole. It doesn't look like a treasure.
"Or was it a piece of rubbish that I threw a stone at?"
He could not help but feel a little remorse.
"Did you find the baby?"
The sound of the flute came and asked him about his baby.
"It's a fart baby, just a broken pot!"
As Zhou Hao said, he threw the jar in his hand. The jar clattered on the Yellowstone in front of him and broke into pieces.
But just after the jar was broken, a purple haze rose from the debris like a ghost.
But Zhou Hao has already got up and left, not paying attention to the changes behind him.
After the smoke came out, it was like a ghost. It seemed that he had self-consciousness and hid around the pillar.
"Is it really a broken pot?"
The flute seemed unwilling to ask.
Zhou Hao pointed to the broken porcelain pieces behind him and said, "if you don't believe me, go and have a look."
Xiao Di was skeptical, but she was about to visit there, so she stopped by to have a look.
She picked up the pieces of jars on the ground and looked at them. The patterns carved on them were very strange, but there was nothing special about them.
It seems that this is an ordinary jar.
Just, what kind of Rune does it look like?
"Do you see anything?" Zhou Hao asked.
Xiao Di threw the pieces and said, "I don't see anything. It seems that there are some runes carved on it, but I can't understand it."
"Rune?"
Zhou Hao said strangely, but he shook his head and said, "a broken pot, but the most beautiful Rune on it is still a broken pot!"
His tone seems to be a little uncomfortable. After all, he did not find a treasure at first hand, but found a broken jar. It was really not red to open the door, which seriously affected the next treasure hunting mood.
The flute has gone elsewhere.
Just as she walked away, a dark purple light appeared in the crevice of the stone wall in front of her just now. Like an elf the size of a rabbit, a small head appeared to look out.
The dark purple elf first looked at the flute, but turned his head as if not interested, and then looked at Zhou Hao, who was searching for treasure elsewhere.
It seemed that he was very interested in Zhou Hao, so he jumped up in the crevice of the stone wall. But at this time, it seemed to be very interested in Zhou Hao's flame in the air, so it jumped towards the flame.
Is this little thing afraid of fire?
I saw, it immediately close to the flame, and is to open that short four arms, embrace the flame.
However, the little thing was burned by the fire, and it fell to the ground with a shrill "soft Ji" sound.
"What?"
Zhou Hao heard a different voice, and suddenly turned back, but did not see anything unusual.
Just now that purple little thing, in his turn around the moment, "pounce" disappeared.
Xiao Di was frightened by Zhou Hao's cry, so he quickly came to Zhou Hao and asked, "what's the matter?"
Zhou Hao couldn't see anything unusual, so he shook his head and said, "it seems that there was a sound coming out here just now, but... It seems that I have heard it wrong...
it seems that I heard something wrong