Museum of Demons

The thunder light is swift and fierce, and the speed is also extremely fast.

Hearing the thunder go away, Wei Yuan finally breathed out after sending a message to Zhang Ruosu. A large amount of fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead. He managed to hold his breath, but he also knew how effective the magic altar is. powerful.

Even if you need to prepare in advance, even if you need a lot of ceremonies, the powerful power you get in exchange for it is worth it.

Seeing the water ghost poking out of the wall, he hesitated to speak, and then stopped, and then stopped when he wanted to speak.

Wei Yuan asked, What's wrong?

The water ghost had a strange look on his face, held back for a long time, and said:

That... Boss, you should come and see for yourself.

Wei Yuan frowned, stood up reluctantly, pushed open the door, and said casually:

What's the matter, it seems like a thief has been recruited at home...

He pushed open the door, and then the words came to an abrupt end.

Seeing the broken glass all over the floor, and the black traces on the wall that were scorched by thunder, the biggest glass with the old-fashioned green paint was directly smashed into a big hole, and there was only a hole left on it. A small triangular piece of glass is still hanging.

Several cabinets were crooked, like the eye of a typhoon on the ground.

The wind blew in, and it was inexplicably bleak. The last piece of glass wobbled and fell, smashed into pieces with a click, and the ground was bleak.

Wei Yuan: ...

The water ghost looked over carefully, and said: Boss, the sword just now flew a little faster.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Then he said without changing his face: Everything is as expected.

The voice paused, and said: Prepare for cleaning.

Come on!

The water ghost turned around, greeted the soldier soul and the silent painter ghost, rummaged through things together, and planned to clean them up, but they were all ghosts in the first place, unable to easily touch the real things, the progress was worrisome, Wei Yuan was The main force, mopping and sweeping the floor, is so busy that my back hurts.

Standing up with his waist supported, seeing that the project was still far from completion, he fell into silence.

An extremely tempting, but also guilty thought came to mind.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan obeyed his inner guidance, put away the mop in his hand, went to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of soybeans, closed his eyes, made a seal with his hands, and chanted a mantra, saying:

Teacher, disciple Yuan begged for an edict of supernatural powers.

Shi Huangjin Lishi can turn beans into soldiers, cover and protect real people, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and avoid all evils.

Throwing the handful of soybeans on the ground, he shouted, Hurry up like a law!

With the flow of magic power, these soybeans turned into armored yellow scarf warriors in a blink of an eye. The leader of them was especially tall, majestic and dignified. When he saw Wei Yuan, his expression froze slightly.

The Yellow Turban Lishi method and the method of throwing beans into war have no fixed true spirit.

There is only the reflection of the true spirit of the past, only the experience of fighting, but before Wei Yuan left a deep impression on the Yellow Turban Warrior, it was the first time in two thousand years. Memories and impressions, after coming to this world again, restore their previous cognition.

The yellow turban wrestler saluted stiffly: Meet the real man.

Wei Yuan's face was pale, and he handed over the broom, then pointed to the messy museum, succinctly:

clean.

mop.

Change the glass.

The Yellow Turban Warriors: ...

The leader Lishi looked at the big blade in his hand that had slashed monsters, and finally put it back into the scabbard silently, took the broom, carried a mop on his back, and wore an apron outside his armor.

Salute slowly: Accept the decree of the real person.

…………………

Only then can Wei Yuan sit down and rest, and search the Internet for where the glass is cheaper. There are spare glass in the museum, but after they are used up, they have to prepare new ones. Free shipping.

While searching, Wei Yuan saw a familiar figure looking in.

With a slight movement in his heart, he put his phone away, pushed the door and walked out. That was the neighbor of the museum, the aunt who reminded him that there might be problems in the museum when Wei Yuan came here for the first time, and then separated from Wei Yuan. I caught a fish in the Huai River.

Wei Yuan said hello.

The auntie glanced at the glass and said, Xiaowei, what's the matter? I just heard a noise from outside when I was in the building. Did you offend someone? Why did you smash the glass? What did this do?

Wei Yuan explained with a smile:

No, I accidentally touched the window when I was packing up.

He pointed to the apron on his body, and said with a smile, Look, I haven't changed my cleaning clothes.

After talking about it several times, the aunt was relieved, put an end to the idea of ​​calling the police, looked at the glass again, and said, By the way, your glass needs to be changed. Do you know someone who changes the glass? How about Auntie contact someone for you? My family, I will never cheat you for money, now you have to find acquaintances and friends to do things, or they will charge you a lot of money.

Wei Yuan said: Thank you, I just found a few friends, so I won't bother you.

Auntie nodded and chatted for a while. She was having a good time chatting, when suddenly there was a muffled sound of thunder in the sky, and subconsciously raised her head to twitch, but the sky was clearly sunny with no dark clouds at all, she muttered:

The weather is really weird. There was a thunderstorm just now, and I can't even see a cloud.

But Xiaowei, it's autumn, and the weather can't be fixed. It's probably raining today, so we'll collect the clothes that are drying at home, so as to avoid the rain and have to wash them again.

She gave a few instructions, turned around and went back, stomping upstairs to collect her clothes.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Turning around and entering the door, the water ghost gave a thumbs up, with admiration on his face, and said: Boss, you are this, and you can talk to this person for so long. When I was alive, I was most afraid of talking to you. The eldest sister of this age can't talk at all after chatting.

Either ask how your salary is, or ask if you are married, have you found a partner, and how much is the mortgage, which is a headache.

Wei Yuan smiled wryly, and walked towards the quiet room.

The leader of the yellow turban wrestlers turned their heads.

Seeing that his arms were covered with protective sleeves, his body was covered with dust, his face still had the smile of chatting with someone just now, and a kind of helplessness that could not bear the offensive of chatting, but he was already frowning and thinking about how to make up the order. breath of life.

then,

Without a sound, a sword pierced through the air and appeared behind him, whistling softly.

The sword body is full of mighty sword intent and upright thunder.

It's the sword energy that is fierce and disappearing.

It's a little bit of arrogance, a thousand miles of blissful wind.

It contradicts and coexists strangely with the previous breath of life.

The yellow turban wrestler paused.

Unbelievable, he whispered to himself: Thousands of Flying Sword?

They don't have true spirits, and they gather and disperse impermanently, but they do have the basic knowledge, so they are amazed.

Wei Yuan casually put down the rag in his hand, and said casually: You guys keep cleaning, I have something to do, come back later. Then he went back to the room, turned his head, looked at the head brought back by Fajian, and grinned. Grin, why does this sword strike the enemy with its own beheading function? Zhang Tianshi, you have too much martial virtue.

He put away the talisman first, then Yufeng held up his head, frowning to look at it.

Because he was killed by the sword just now, Mogi Yoshiyuki's soul was almost directly shattered, leaving only a few fragments, which were still sealed in the eyebrows. Wei Yuan thought for a while, and tapped with his fingers Void, take out these Xu Zhenling fragments and try to analyze them.

A picture appeared in front of my eyes.

Um? Why is it a Sakurajima Fuso person?

Mistake?

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Mogi-kun, I'll leave it to you this time.

In the memory screen, a middle-aged man said: This is the instruction of the gods and Buddhas.

Sacrificing to the true god requires an immortal spirit.

The immortal spirit must be made of immortal things.

Mogi Yoshiyuki said: Where is this immortal thing?

The middle-aged man replied: In China.

Shenzhou...

Then there are long, meaningless pictures.

Because of being struck by lightning, only these are the only remaining true spirits, but that sentence uses immortality as the material, which reminds Wei Yuan of the memory of the distant past, the era when there was an iron eagle emblem on the sword behind him, There was also a gentle alchemist who said similar words, and there is no doubt that these words must have come from Xu City.

It seems that the incident of Japanese pirates invading the border has something to do with Xu City.

Is there something wrong with the elixir...?

Or is there no problem with the elixir, but Xu City itself.

With the curse of immortality, it is not easy for people to control longevity. Xu Shi may be an outstanding person in the world if he has enough strength to surpass the years, but it is not enough to achieve this. Wei Yuan can basically guess that Xu Shi The state of the city is probably not that good either.

But, any reason is just an excuse.

Wei Yuan just knew that there was another reason to behead Xu Shi.

The dharma sword also carried a trace of miscellaneous aura, and Wei Yuan held this aura.

I closed my eyes and meditated, and did a simple divination. I vaguely saw the middle-aged Taoist who was seriously injured and fled in embarrassment. I saw a spiritual tablet of a true practitioner of the Taiping Dao on him, and knew that this should be the contemporary Taoist master of the Taiping Dao. .

He actually gave the Fusang people the patriarch's talisman.

Patriarch slashed at you, yet you still dare to run away.

Wei Yuan joked to himself, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

This is actually the charge of colluding with Japanese pirates.

But for the time being, we are not in a hurry to deal with him. From the looks of it, he should be planning to go back to some hidden place. Wei Yuan naturally had the thought of following the vines, blessing him with the nine-jointed rod, and this Taoist also has the ancestor spirit card. The other party habitually offered incense to the Patriarch every morning and evening classes, so he could naturally sense the specific location.

At that time, justice will come from heaven, and you will directly buy the bottom.

Wei Yuan turned his head, looked at the head of death, saw the surprise and unwillingness in the eyes, raised his hand and sealed the true spirit inside, he planned to send the things here to the Tianshi Mansion, the picture in the true spirit, The true cultivator of the Tianshi Mansion can also see it, but after all, it was struck by the thunder, and the true spirit has already been shattered, even if it is sealed, it is slowly dissipating.

Gotta send it quickly.

I'm afraid it's too late to drive.

After thinking for a while, Wei Yuan returned the magic sword to its original position, and pulled out the transformed Eight-faced Han sword.

It was not Thunderbolt that continuously carved talismans on it again, but the command of the strong wind that he was good at, so that the long sword could fly into the air.

But then, how to lock Zhang Ruosu's side is a problem.

It was successfully locked and fired just now because the nine-jointed staff has blessings for Wei Yuan's true spirit. Through the induction of the true spirit, it can sense the prayer to the Taiping Taoist Celestial Master and the Taiping Department talisman related to him, and Now there is no way to lock Zhang Ruosu, besides, if it is really locked, then it is not sending something, but a direct attack.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan suddenly thought of a way.

He first put his head in a courier box, then turned it into a chain with mana, hung it on the Eight-faced Han Sword, took out his original mobile phone, turned on the traffic, and opened the map software that came with it.

Click to search.

The crisp navigation sound sounded.

‘Your location is in Quanshi, five hundred and eighty-two kilometers away from the scenic spot of Longhu Mountain. '

Wei Yuan hung his mobile phone on the Eight-faced Han Sword, and ordered:

Just follow the navigation, no, I mean, fly.

You can fly straight, just don't deviate from the general direction.

After being washed with divine blood, the psychic war sword screamed and flew out the door. It was fierce and fierce, with the force of a gust of wind. The yellow scarf warrior and the water ghost subconsciously avoided it. Just as the sword was about to go through the door, suddenly there was a sound of guards in the room. Yuan's voice: Stop!

The Eight-Faced Han Sword stopped suddenly, and the stream of wind overflowed.

Wei Yuan said:

Open the door yourself, and be quiet.

The eight-faced Han sword screamed, and a ray of wind dispersed. Amidst the creaking sound, the door was opened, and then the long sword whistled, and with the help of the strong wind, it flew into the air, and then flew towards Longhu Mountain, and it was gone in a blink of an eye. .

With the speed of the gust of wind, it shouldn't take too long to go to Longhu Mountain, and the fragments of the true spirit should still be there by then.

Wei Yuan thought for a while, in order to prevent Fei Jian from being directly stopped by Zhang Ruosu, he decided to say hello and send a message, saying:

The matter has been resolved, thank you Zhang Daoyou.

The other side responded in seconds with an emoji of two cats shaking hands to reach a consensus.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

By the way, there is one more thing that should be delivered to you soon, Daoyou Zhang.

Zhang Ruosu: ???

He seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, and quickly sent a thank you emoticon:

Ha ha.

Fellow Daoist, you're welcome. It's just a matter of raising your hands. How can there be any need to send something?

By the way, fellow daoist, what kind of courier? How did it come?

Wei Yuan thought for a while, then hesitated and said:

...Probably, it was sent by flying.

PS: Today’s second update………Thanks to ds for ending Wan Rewards, thank you