Museum of Demons

Chapter 26 Night Road

Talisman pen, yellow paper, cinnabar.

The best materials from Tianshifu were placed on the table one by one.

Wei Yuan burned incense to calm his mind, dipped the talisman pen in cinnabar, and silently recited the mantra in his heart, and the pen went away.

Ordinary people are dazzled by the spells that landed on the yellow paper in an instant.

Wei Yuan exhaled, and put away the thousand-mile tracking talisman.

In a morning's effort, I only drew five talismans, and I felt exhausted, because the mana cultivated by Sili Xiaowei's supernatural powers had already bottomed out. In Zhang Daoling's time, he was just a boy who burned fire.

Being able to draw five effective talismans already means that the materials Zhou Yi sent were high enough to avoid the loss of mana to the greatest extent, otherwise half of them would be useful, and Wei Yuan would have to burn incense.

After resting his eyes for a while, Wei Yuan took a talisman, shook his hands, and the talisman ignited spontaneously under the excitation of mana, Wei Yuan felt his five senses revived, and the world around him became clear in an instant. Color, taste, air flow, all under control.

In this state, as long as there are miscellaneous parts that are incompatible with the eternal world, it will be extremely dazzling.

This is also the effect of the thousand-mile tracker.

His Taoism, this spell has a range of ten miles, and the duration is about one stick of incense.

Wei Yuan looked around curiously, and his expression paused. In the south of the city, he could vaguely see a soaring black evil aura. It was the place where the tiger got out of trouble. But it can still be seen, showing its fierceness.

Wei Yuan's expression froze slightly.

I don't know if the tiger is still on the Crouching Tiger Mountain.

And, after getting out of trouble, how much mana is left.

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A stick of incense time passed.

One of the thousand-mile tracking charms was exhausted and turned into fly ash.

Wei Yuan put away the rest of the charms and stuffed them into the side of a special pocket.

There are many small areas in the pocket, except for the thousand-mile tracking charm passed down by the crouching tiger, and the basic talisman from the special operations team, which allows Fan Tie to kill and kill spirits, which can calm ordinary people The An Xin Ning talisman that came down, and some pills that were extracted with modern methods.

Every time Wei Yuan would feel emotion in his heart.

It is good to have the strength of the court behind, and the family is rich and powerful.

If he had to draw all these talismans by himself, he might be pumped out for a little mana.

He also took out the eight-faced Han sword, carried it on his back, and pinned the Duanjian, the Yin thing living in the soldier's soul, behind his waist.

Quietly wait for Zhou Yi's notification.

In the early hours of yesterday morning, Wei Yuan told Zhou Yi the news, and took a picture of the portrait and passed it on. Although most ghosts and ghosts are mysterious and unpredictable, it is still very easy to find people with modern methods.

Comparing, screening, analyzing, these boring and heavy workload tasks, the computer can complete in a short time, but how to accurately find the one targeted by Tian's daughter among similar-looking people is also a problem.

After thinking for a while, Wei Yuan walked to the front of the museum and knocked on a wooden box with his fingers.

Squeak.

The wooden box was pushed open.

A pair of gold-and-red embroidered shoes was quietly placed inside, one of them was placed flat in the box, and the other was raised toes, as if looking up to ask.

Wei Yuan thought for a while and said, Want to listen to the song?

The red embroidered shoes danced a few steps in the box, like a Huadan on stage.

He was very serious, Wei Yuan couldn't help but smile, and said:

If you want, you have to do me a favor.

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Big data quickly found people who looked similar to the daughter of the Tian family more than a thousand years ago in the entire Quan city, or had similar eyebrows and eyes, or face shapes. Among the seven million people, the daughter of the Tian family accounted for three to five percent. Similar, there are more than a dozen people.

Wei Yuan sent the photo of the red embroidered shoes to Zhou Yi.

It is required that all these dozen people must see this photo.

In the past, despite the crouching tiger waist card's great attraction to demons and ghosts, Wei Yuan just glanced at the red embroidered shoes in the photos on the post bar, and was turned into a ghost by Wan Qiniang at night. The supernatural power of the soul is preserved in this pair of embroidered shoes.

People who have been in contact with this pair of embroidered shoes, or who have seen photos of embroidered shoes.

Within a certain range, there is a possibility of being infected by dreams.

This is why Wei Yuan wants to keep this guy by his side.

And when the range is expanded, the red embroidered shoes can also sense whether the person being targeted by him has been watched maliciously by other people. Of course, if he really wants to confront Huapi, the red embroidered shoes have no resistance at all.

But Wei Yuan just wanted to take advantage of this characteristic to target Huapi.

Amidst the melodious sound of opera, the red embroidered shoes suddenly kicked Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

…………………

Shen Wenlei closed the laptop and rubbed the space between her brows.

Picking up the cup, I wanted to take a sip of coffee, but found that I had already finished it.

She was alone in the office.

In the dark and cold city, the dim light in this office seemed to be swallowed up at any moment.

She is a reporter.

The disappearance case five years ago was investigated, but many clues were fragmented, and colleagues around her advised her not to investigate this hopeless matter, but she could not forget the old faces of the parents.

Conscience.

Some people say that journalists do not need a conscience, while others say that journalists must firmly guard their conscience.

She glanced at the bright girl's smiling face in the file on the computer, sighed, and turned off the computer.

Her face was reflected in the darkened screen.

The skin is fair, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a beauty mole in the corner of the eyes.

Shen Wenlei packed her things and left the office.

She lives on the edge of Quanshi, but it's not too far away. It's just that it's a little late today, and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. This is especially true when you turn into an alley. She was very quiet, with only the sound of her footsteps in her ears.

Shen Wenlei was immersed in the disappearance case and didn't care about it.

But she soon felt something was wrong.

step, step, step...

A second person's footsteps came from behind.

Maybe the same way.

Shen Wenlei told herself calmly.

But no matter how calm she was, she was still a girl in her twenties. Walking alone on the night road, she was still a little nervous. She grabbed her backpack and subconsciously quickened her pace.

step, step, step...

The sound of footsteps behind him was unhurried.

But he kept following her.

Time seems to be getting slower and slower, and the road that was originally short will never end.

In the cramped environment, fear gradually increased.

Shen Wenlei suddenly recalled the missing girl in her mind. Thinking of the whole story of the case, cold sweat oozes from the palm of her hand, and she begins to feel afraid, and walks forward quickly, but the footsteps also suddenly speed up. Shen Wenlei's complexion is pale, and her palm Holding on to the backpack tightly, he began to run quickly towards the bright place ahead.

The footsteps suddenly accelerated.

Shen Wenlei was extremely thankful that she was wearing sneakers, and this alley was not too long.

She finally ran to the entrance of the alleyway and walked to a bright place. She heard voices talking in her ears, and the noise was in her ears, but she felt relieved like never before. She breathed a sigh of relief, then, without thinking much, she subconsciously looked back.

The alleyway was quiet and empty, with nothing in it.

nobody?

Shen Wenlei exhaled, and turned around with doubts and ease.

Then the blood froze instantly.

A face was almost pressed against hers, grinning.

Little girl, I want to borrow something from you...

Shen Wenlei's blood became cold, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her instantly. She wanted to scream for help, but at this moment, she couldn't even open her mouth or move her fingers.

Tap, tap, tap.

At this moment, the sound of brisk footsteps came from behind.

Suddenly, the environment around Shen Wenlei changed dramatically, as if it was elongated, or squinted from the car to see the lights flashing outside, each light was pulled into a colorful ribbon, Then she suddenly realized that she was still in that deserted alley at all.

There is still more than a hundred meters to go.

But just as he turned his head away, five steps ahead, a woman was looking at him with scissors in her hand.

The scissors dripped blood.

But the woman no longer looked at Shen Wenlei, the prey, but looked to one side.

So Shen Wenlei also subconsciously looked over.

Tap, tap, tap.

Light footsteps.

A pair of red embroidered shoes danced under the moonlight, like a dancing girl, while the young man in black was leaning against the wall, with a long sword behind his back, and a peace charm in his hand that slowly burned into ashes, with a quiet voice:

Ghosts hit walls, ghosts cover eyes.

There are three lamps on a person, don't look back when walking at night.

Remember it later.

The skinny woman holding scissors stared intently at the sword behind Wei Yuan, with a look of wariness on her face.

Immediately, she rushed towards Shen Wenlei, whose hands and feet were weak from fear.

The sword is no more than three feet long, so it's too late.

The clear and low roaring sound, as well as the sudden explosion of flames appeared in this alley at the same time.

The bone girl's body suddenly stagnated in the air, losing her original direction.

There was a look of astonishment on that face, and then bullet holes appeared.

In the other direction, Zhou Yi, dressed in a suit and with sharp short hair, threw away the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.

Huaguo-made QSZ11 portable firearms.

What are you waiting for?