Chapter 22: The Magic Iron

"How did she die?" the old lady asked in a low voice.

Su Bai looked at her holding the child's hand, his joints were clearly visible due to the force, and when he thought of the old man holding his hand before, he realized it later.

In fact, not only the children are thin, but the two old people are also very thin.

This is probably the reason why the old man is so urgent when he knows that he has 100,000 yuan.

The family is not doing well.

"I don't know the details. You can contact the police station in Xijiang City. They have files there." Su Bai shook his head and said, "I just know that she passed away."

"Oh, it's better to die outside." At this time, the old man suddenly sneered, and then looked at Su Bai, "You and her are friends, so it's probably not a good thing. You will leave here tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he went into the back room.

Afterwards, the old lady also nodded towards Su Bai, and pulled the little boy into the back room.

Then the door was locked, and only Su Bai was left in the hall.

Seeing this, Su Bai gave a wry smile, and found a place to sit down.

He looked around and found that the hall looked a bit old, with dust everywhere.

In the corner of the living room, there is a dilapidated dining table, the surface of which is a little smooth in some places, and there are traces of patina, obviously it has been used for a long time.

In addition to the dining table, there are some rural bamboo baskets and dustpans left in the living room.

This is an ordinary farm family, and a very poor one at that.

Su Bai looked in the hall for a while, then raised his arms and pulled up his sleeves.

At this time, the red dot in the golden coffin above the left arm was very active, constantly moving around the golden coffin.

Seeing this active red dot, Su Bai had a feeling in his heart that there seemed to be something inside this red dot.

Then, with a movement in his heart, a small transparent ball was immediately spit out from the red dot.

After spitting out the small transparent ball, the red dot melted on the coffin like ink meeting a piece of paper.

On the entire golden coffin, in addition to the many black lines before, there is a trace of blood red lines.

Su Bai twisted the small transparent ball on his arm, feeling slightly puzzled in his heart.

Is this the magic iron?

Squeezing the ball, Su Bai felt that this thing was a bit bouncy, which made it hard for him to believe that this thing was the so-called magic iron.

After all, iron is cold, and this thing is more like some kind of rubber.

Especially this thing looks very small, a little smaller than the nail cap of his little finger.

"How to use this thing?" Su Bai held the small transparent ball, thinking in his heart.

"Boom~" Suddenly, the sound of bubbles bursting came, and the transparent ball burst open.

The magic iron...was crushed?

Su Bai opened his mouth, but before he could react, a piece of black iron appeared on his hand.

At this time, he felt a sudden feeling in his heart.

The ball just now is actually a kind of carrier, and only when it is crushed will the real props appear.

Looking at the heavy iron block in his hand, the top is numb and not round at all.

Su Bai felt that if he saw this thing on the road, he would not pick it up.

"I perceive the special item produced by the golden coffin: magic iron, which needs blood to activate it."

When Su Bai was thinking about how to use this thing, a message appeared in his mind.

After sensing this information, Su Bai didn't hesitate, picked up his finger and bit his mouth to make blood flow out.

Then he put his finger closer to the magic iron.

Then, a strange thing happened, the black magic iron suddenly squirmed like a living thing, and slowly approached Su Bai's finger.

When the two came into contact, Su Bai felt a chill on his fingers, and the blood that just flowed out immediately disappeared.

At this time, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. The ugly iron block in front of him seemed to have become a part of his body, and he could control it at will.

Su Bai looked at the magic iron, and a thought moved in his heart.

The magic iron squirmed suddenly and turned into a small claw hammer.

Then, the claw hammer turned into Zhao Mingshan's appearance again, and immediately after that, it turned into Su Bai's own appearance.

Looking at the "figure" in his hand, Su Bai already clearly knew how to use this thing.

He took out the backpack from the side, and took out the previous claw hammer from the side of the backpack.

Then, Su Bai brought the magic iron close to the claw hammer.

When the magic iron approached, it seemed to be alive. It stretched out a tentacles, approached the claw hammer, and gradually merged into it.

There were some ordinary claw hammers before, but after being integrated with the magic iron, the surface began to have a dark luster, which seemed to have a natural beauty.

After doing this, Su Bai's expression immediately relaxed.

Now that he has this magic iron, he no longer has to worry about the so-called hostility.

"Or I'll call you Happy Hammer from now on." Su Bai looked at the claw hammer in front of him and thought to himself.

When this hammer is hammered on someone else, it can suppress the hostility in his heart. It can be regarded as a real happy hammer in name.

But after thinking about it, Su Bai still gave up.

This name is a bit too ugly.

"Ah!!!" At this moment, there was a sudden cry outside, like an old cat crying, which made people feel creepy.

"Screaming, screaming, screaming every day." At this time, there was a low curse from the back room.

The door was opened, and the old man walked out of the house and walked towards the back of the living room.

Along the way, he didn't look at Su Bai at all, obviously he still remembered what happened before.

"Patter..." Then, there was a sound of running water.

It was only at this time that Su Bai realized that behind the living room was the urine bucket.

Then, not long after, the old man finished using the toilet, walked out from the back of the living room, looked at Su Bai, and said coldly, "Remember, don't open the door, or you will die."

After speaking, he walked into the back room.

boom!

The door was locked again.

Su Bai looked at the tightly closed door, and frowned slightly.

The thing outside, he guessed nine times out of ten, was a Risen One.

It's just that he doesn't know why the people here don't care so much about this resurrected person and just close the doors and windows.

Even in crowded places, there are still people strolling outside.

Su Bai felt that he must have missed something crucial.

Do Risen kill people?

Generally, they will kill, and the more time goes by, the higher the probability of killing a resurrected person.

Especially, Su Bai felt that undisguised malice before.

He felt that the resurrected person would kill people.

But why are the people in the village not afraid?

Thinking of this, Su Bai suddenly felt that he had caught something.

A guess came to his mind.

This resurrected person has never killed anyone in the village!

Could it be that she only kills people outside the village?

Thinking of this, Su Bai suddenly felt that he had figured out some tricks, and a bone-chilling chill appeared on his body.