"What's wrong, Master?" Seeing Li Huowang so tense, Jin Shanzhao took a few steps back.
The black clay jars in the distance didn't look unusual at all. They were just ordinary pickle jars. The only distinctive feature was a red "Blessing" character pasted upside down on each one.
Li Huowang kept his guard up as he stared at the jars. "Something just looked at me from over there!"
"Looked... looked at you?" Jin Shanzhao hesitated, glancing again at the jars in the distance. "Maybe there's someone inside? But Master, those jars are way too small to hold a person."
"I never said it was a person!" Li Huowang decisively spread the Great Thousand Record on the ground. Bloody fingernails shot forward and easily sliced open the black clay jars.
A series of CRASHES rang out as the black jars cracked open, spilling brown brine and pickled vegetables all over the ground.
