Museum of Demons

Captain Sili's voice disappeared.

The lesson that needs to be called on to mend the moon to pass on to the latecomers has been said.

Wei Yuan was slightly absent-minded, and immediately felt a tense feeling.

The disaster of painted skin caused the flesh and blood of at least hundreds of people to be devoured, turning them into empty human skins!

This was still in ancient times when monks were active.

And if such monsters act recklessly in the modern age, which has mysteriously disappeared for a long time, it will definitely pose a threat far beyond that era. At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that the street before him seemed alienated and unreal compared to his existence. The ground suddenly becomes real.

He appeared at the gate of Liu's mansion.

In front is the daughter of Tian's family with the same eyebrows and eyes as back then, a seemingly innocent child.

Behind them are hundreds of painted skin slaves.

If Wei Yuan was just a passer-by and spectator just now, and his surroundings were like a picture scroll, then now he has also entered the picture.

Wei Yuan looked around, felt the clear hostility, sighed, and drew out his sword.

Moon Dew's picture, Sumeru Illusion, since there are such useful things, Lieutenant Sili obviously won't waste them.

Wouldn't it be a good thing to pass on the experience to the younger generation and add the experience of bloody battles?

It's just the kindness of the seniors, which is a little bit different to Wei Yuan. Probably the all-powerful and overwhelmed Sili captains in history never thought that there would be even a demon-hunting envoy. The descendants who are not as good will get the crouching tiger badge.

Facing the two painted skins and the luxurious lineup of hundreds of painted skin slaves, Wei Yuan slashed the Eight-Faced Han Sword horizontally in his palm, while his body rolled backwards in embarrassment. A pair of eyes quickly scanned the environment, looking for a place to retreat.

During this period of time, he often drove Qi's army's army soul, wanting to learn from the latter's life-and-death bloody battle experience. Although he was not as good as the opponent, he also learned a lot. Come back alive.

It is absolutely unwise to have one enemy against many on the battlefield.

Control the rhythm and keep the distance.

Pay attention to the back, don't let the opponent have a chance to surround.

Can face multiple enemies, but avoid the disadvantage of being attacked at the same time as much as possible.

The experience that was originally just words was quickly verified in actual combat, and the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand became more and more powerful and concise. Wei Yuan also sighed in his heart, fortunately, the opponents in the photo of Yuelu this time were all humanoid monsters, otherwise the veterans would not be able to fight on the battlefield. The skills of fighting people on the Internet may not be useful.

With the means of constantly moving fast and retreating while fighting, Wei Yuan beheaded three painted skin slaves in the siege, and he didn't remember how many wounds he had suffered, but those painted skin slaves were like puppets, they didn't know pain, they just attacked him, and finally Wei Yuan was still pinned down and broke free from his saber.

Wei Yuan was still struggling, and a white shadow passed by.

The painted skin rushed forward at an astonishing speed.

Wei Yuan bit the tip of his tongue, and the blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue. The blood of Zhiyang from Captain Sili made the surrounding Huapi slaves shriek and back away. Out of the short sword tied to the side of the school lieutenant's uniform, he rolled and retreated on the ground. At the same time, he held the sword in his backhand and slashed horizontally.

The feeling of the blade cutting through the skin is extremely clear.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately felt severe pain.

The dagger in his hand had already chopped off Tian's daughter's head.

But it didn't work.

Tian's daughter spread her arms around his neck, her soft body pressed against him tightly, her ribs were like white swords, piercing her own skin and Wei Yuan's chest , pierced his heart, lungs, stabbed out from behind, and then retracted one by one, as if to return to normal.

Crunch, crunch.

Wei Yuan's spine was pierced and broken by the other eight ribs.

Consciousness one black.

………………

real world.

Wei Yuan snorted, took half a step back, and rubbed his forehead. It took a long time before he slowly recovered from the tingling feeling. At this time, he finally remembered a problem that he had been ignoring all along.

The painted skin is just a means for Tian's daughter to hide her identity. Her real body is a bone girl.

The woman who was bullied and bullied during her lifetime died with hatred, her resentment lingering on.

It's just that the identity of Huapi has been too well-known for a long time, but Wei Yuan has ignored this point. He just found the way of Huapi in the illusion of Yuelu's photo. Facing the revived Tian's daughter, I am afraid that she will also suffer a big loss.

Wei Yuan smiled wryly.

This is probably the so-called dark under the lights.

So it is really important to inherit this kind of experience.

Yuelu's photoshoot is over, and there are two merits left. If you want to activate it once, you need to consume another merit.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes and thought about the battle he had just experienced. One of Tian's daughter's methods was to drive Huapi Nu, and the other was the bone spur of the bone girl.

For the former, I don't know how many painters like Fang Cheng exist in Pinuquan City.

The latter focuses on being weird and unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

Wei Yuan looked at the remaining two meritorious service.

After thinking about it, I flipped through what I could exchange for my current Taoism and meritorious deeds.

First of all, a smart attack method is needed to deal with the unpredictable bone spurs of the bone girl. On the other hand, a tracking talisman is needed, which can lock the bone girl at close range to prevent her from escaping again. The talisman is quickly selected , After the meritorious deeds dissipated, the crouching tiger waist card exuded high temperature.

Dragon and Tiger Mountain·Thousands of Miles Tracking Talisman.

As long as the ghost has a wisp of energy, those with great powers can track and trace for thousands of miles, and it is impossible to escape.

Someone like Wei Yuan can detect the aura of ghosts within ten miles.

The crouching tiger waist card directly handed over the making method of the talisman to Wei Yuan.

As for the other school, Wei Yuan chose a double-sword swordsmanship, which belongs to the category of magic swords. It can kill demons and eliminate demons. It was passed down by Zhang Daoling, the first celestial master of Longhu Mountain. Born out of Taoist Yubu's footwork, double-sword swordsmanship, and ghost-slaying technique, it is Xuanyuan Sword Art.

Because it was just created by Zhang Daoling at will for his disciples to practice in preparation for the practice of advanced magic.

The first celestial master created a random sentence, which was quite concise, and determined that this sword technique only uses one meritorious service.

Crouching Tiger's Waist Card dropped a talisman-like thing in Wei Yuan's palm, which was the practice experience of Xuanyuan Sword Art. With the trend of [exorcism] supernatural power, he could use Xuanyuan Sword Art proficiently, but this thing would gradually fade away. The collapse, which lasted for a month at most, was just to assist Captain Sili to master the method of the method as soon as possible.

Wei Yuan shook hands, with the Eight-Faced Han Sword in his right hand and the Broken Ghost Soldier Sword in his left.

The two swords were unsheathed and stepped forward.

out the sword.

Xuanyuan sword moves like arms and fingers, the long sword is sharp and swift, the short sword is thick and domineering, the offensive is continuous, and the footwork of the feet is matched. For a moment, the room is full of cold light exploding, piercing the bone cold, and suddenly retracted, The sharp sword light dissipated, and the two swords returned to their sheaths.

Wei Yuan let out a foul breath.

open the door.

………………

The soul of the Qi family soldier was guarding the door.

Wei Yuan asked, he scratched his head, and just replied:

There is a sudden murderous look in the adults' room, I am a little worried.

murderous look?

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, and immediately remembered that he was killed by the bone girl in the illusion just now, it should be that time.

He nodded and said, Thank you.

Then I found the female painter who died of eating poison, and used the technique of exorcism to let her accumulate in the palm of my hand. While the memory was still clear enough, I found a few pens and quickly drew a picture on the white paper. An ancient beauty with a dignified appearance, with slightly raised corners of her eyes, a beauty mole in the corner of her eyes, golden hairpins on her temples, and a variety of styles.

It is exactly what Tian's daughter originally looked like.

Wei Yuan's expression was solemn, Tian in the illusion had been patching up her face until the end, and she had lost her identity before she was alive, and the bone girl was just the monster she turned into because she was obsessed with the corpse.

It has a deep obsession, and it must have an attachment to this face that ordinary people cannot understand.

Through this, it may be possible to do things like wait and see.

There are seven million people in Quanshi, and I don't know how many of them look similar to this woman.

The water ghost leaned over his head, clicked his tongue when he saw it, and said:

My lord, is this big girl your concubine? She looks so handsome...

Wei Yuan patted Shui Gui, slapped him away, and said:

mistress?

This concubine, I'm afraid there are no bones left. Her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys have been ripped apart, leaving only a piece of human skin. Why don't you go and try it? Maybe she is also a ghost, she doesn't dislike it. you?

ghost?!

The water ghost shuddered, and quickly backed away with a smirk.

Wei Yuan took out his phone, unlocked it, and saw a video feed, he was slightly taken aback, originally wanted to open it directly, but saw that it was a man surnamed Zhang whom he had met twice today, after thinking about it, he opened the video, Seeing that it was a live broadcast room, the skinny man was concentrating on eating a pile of greasy meat dishes.

He didn't say anything exaggerated, just eating, and eating.

But just this simple action sends a message.

Very fragrant, very hungry.

The water ghost next to him couldn't help swallowing.

Even ghosts are hungry to watch this live broadcast.

The popularity and popularity of the live broadcast room are also rising.

It seems that his life has turned a little bit...

Wei Yuan looked at the profile picture in the live broadcast room, it was a bright smiling face of a little girl, smiled, ignored the gulping expression of the water ghost next to him and his reluctance, cut out of the live broadcast room, and then got through to Zhou Yi's phone number.

Hello, Officer Zhou?

I think, I have a way to find the painted skin.