"I feel that this face is a little familiar." Gu Yun held a wooden stick and looked at the 'woman' on the ground for a while, then concluded.

The Wolf King's tent of Jia Lai Ying Huo was turned upside down by the people of Black Iron Camp. They found that there were neither rare pearls nor corals in it. It looked magnificent but actually was deep in poverty. It could be seen that before he wiped clean the aristocrats' property, he also did the same to himself. He was really a selfless lunatic.

To Gu Yun's great disappointment, they couldn't find the goddess's witchcraft in legend.

Thinking about it, only Great Liang people liked to write everything on paper and assemble it into a book. There were many primitive customs in the Eighteen Tribes, things that need to be recorded were likely to be engraved on stone, tortoise shell and leather, or simply passed down by mouth. The witchcraft they were looking for might be hidden only in Jia Lai's brain and was already burned to ashes.

Finally, only such a strange figure was brought back to the northern garrison under the insistence of Chen Qing Xu.

"What did Miss Chen say about this thing just now?" Gu Yun asked the soldier, "What kind of statue?"

"Soul statue," the soldier replied, seeing Gu Yun poking it back and forth with a wooden stick without any taboo, he couldn't help saying, "Marshal, I think this thing is very insidious. Perhaps there is something not clean about it. You should stay away from it."

The 'soul statue' was life-sized, but it weighed only around ten to fifteen kilograms. After cleaning, the face and skin were no different from a real person at first sight, as if it could talk after opening its eyes.

It was said that this was not a complete piece of human skin. It was made from the best skin of many young boys and girls. After being treated with some kind of voodoo, it formed a whole piece and was wrapped around the wood that was carved into a complete human shape in advance. When the human skin and the wood were closely pasted together, it could create a lifelike dummy.

The Eighteen Tribes believed that this kind of soul statue could summon the souls of the children that had died in foreign countries.

At first, the soul statue was covered with dust. After being washed, it completely resembled a nude living person. Shen Yi thought it was too unorthodox and asked people to find clothes for it to 'wear'.

Gu Yun stared at the closed eyes of the soul statue. He felt that it slightly resembled Chang Geng when he was a child. He reached out his fingers and stroked his chin, tried to search his memory and asked, "You say what it summoned was the soul of the Barbarian royal consort that year?"

The soldier believed in demons and did not dare to look much, he said in fright: "Marshal, we better move it away quickly, this thing is scarily demonic..."

"It's alright," Gu Yun said casually, glancing at the face of the soul statue. "I think that she still looks very pretty."

Soldier: "..."

Recently, Marshal Gu had to take care of both battlefields north and south, perhaps he had lost his mind from exhaustion.

At this time, Chen Qing Xu, who was not feeling reassured and went to see Shen Yi, barged in suddenly: "I remember now!"