Museum of Demons

The scenery of the ocean is magnificent, especially for people who have lived on land for a long time. Others can chat.

Except for Ji Kangle, the others went to interrogate the knights.

In your hands, these people are still valuable and can be used.

In other words, these people are worth 'money'.

I don't know if this counts as half a million...

This can be regarded as reporting a spy.

Although it is a physical report...

Wei Yuan recalled that when he went to sea for the first time, there were only serious and calm fighters, and Xu Shi, the number one alchemist in China who needed to intrigue. It was too bumpy, and it actually made him a little seasick.

The big ships in the Qin Dynasty were much more stable.

Sitting cross-legged on the deck of the ship, looking at the undulating waves, Wei Yuan had complicated thoughts. Speaking of it, unlike Wuzhiqi, the battles for Gonggong were all centered on King Yu and Yinglong Gengchen. He is not qualified to participate at all, but he can also know the power of Gonggong from the legends that have been circulated.

At that time, he never thought that one day it would be his turn to find Gong Gong.

Looking at the waves, Wei Yuan murmured, thinking whether to throw a handful of soybeans in, let the yellow turban wrestlers go into the sea to check, come for a wave of diving, to see if there is any trace of Gong Gong, but he immediately rejected this idea, The principle of the body curse is to call down the spirituality left in the sky of Shenzhou.

Even the quasi-angel fell, and once the yellow scarf warrior was involved, his spirit might not be able to escape, and he would be annihilated directly. Wei Yuan could not allow this to happen. However, if the soybeans were thrown in, would they float directly on top?

In this way, can the incarnation of the Yellow Turban Wrestler swim?

After all, the body is soybeans.

Wei Yuan stared at the sea, and began to think seriously about the possibility of throwing a handful of soybeans into the sea.

Soon arrived at the small island.

It's really quite small, just like Ji Kangle said.

There is a village with only one street.

There were about a dozen families here and there, but Wei Yuan saw that most of the houses were empty. There might not be more than ten people on this small island. Ji Kangle explained: It is said that the ancestors here came here as refugees, but life on this small island is hard, almost every few years people return to the land from here, and the number of people has always been this much.

Brother Fang, is Brother Fang there?

After he finished explaining, he yelled into the yard of a family's house.

Soon a man's voice came from inside.

The door was pushed open, and a man with tanned skin and a strong body came out. When he saw Ji Kangle, he was stunned for a moment, laughed, went up and hugged him, and said, Isn't this Lao Ji? I have a mission today. ?”

Ji Kangle nodded with a smile, and said, Yes, I have a few friends by the way, come here to have a look.

As usual, I brought you something.

He unloaded some things from the boat.

Rice noodles, grain and oil, some daily necessities such as soap, vegetables and pork that are not commonly seen on the island, and the most important thing is two boxes of draft beer. Wei Yuan and the others sat down and brought out tea.

Before entering the room, Wei Yuan took out a bag, turned it upside down, and spilled the soybeans inside on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into five yellow scarf warriors.

Wei Yuan handed over some talismans and spiritual materials, and ordered many yellow scarf warriors to set up formations on this small island.

The main shield air machine, and has considerable defensive capabilities.

The five yellow turban wrestlers were stunned, their eyes were even in a trance of disbelief, and they asked:

Array?

Yes, set up the formation.

Can't you do it?

No, no, you can do it, you can do it.

We're good at it!

Really, you believe me!

The leader of the yellow turban wrestlers, who had gradually gained self-memory and thinking ability for some reason, shook his head violently.

He reached out and patted his chest to make sure.

There is no problem at all with such small things as representing the magic circle.

Otherwise...he suspects that the young man in front of him will directly lower their professionalism to the level of washing clothes, mopping the floor, rowing boats, and adopting the policy of never hiring other professions.

God is pitiful, they were created to protect the body and assist the altar.

At most, they have moved several times in the hands of Tianshi.

But in the future, who doesn't know the famous yellow scarf warrior who subdues demons and protects the altar?

Who knew that it would be passed down to this generation, sweeping the floor and rowing boats.

The next time Tianshi and his old man Jiuquan learned that he was going to die of anger.

The yellow turban wrestlers, who were finally able to perform their duties, received the decree and fled away with a feeling of wanting to cry up to the sky. Wei Yuan looked away and walked into the courtyard in the fishing village on a small island. A rope was pulled out, and the whole fish was drying on it.

Generally speaking, air-dried, sun-dried, and shade-dried fish have various flavors when cooked.

In addition, there are some special handling methods that challenge people's limits.

Like canned herring.

For example, the specialties of the Eskimos.

Fish soups flashed through Wei Yuan's mind, and he decided to bring some fish with him when he went back.

At this time, Zhang Hao had already started to question the man named Fang Feng. The latter could not wait to open a bottle of beer. There was a plate of peanuts on the table. cobblestone.

Feng Siyu pulled the pebbles and asked curiously, Can this thing be eaten?

Fang Feng smiled honestly and said, You can eat it.

It's a side dish.

Appetizers?

That's right. The old fisherman said with a smile: Wash these stones, boil them with salt and so on, and use your mouth to swear, it's quite delicious. It's cheap to drink, just spend some money on salt, but It doesn't cost much, this drink must have a taste to be authentic.

Sometimes I drink and rub this stone egg, watching the sky outside light up little by little, and the water also reflects light, like shaking fish scales, it's good.

Feng Siyu nodded slowly, her eyes were slightly bright, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Fang Feng took a sip of wine, answered Zhang Hao's question, and said, You just asked, is there anything different about the sea recently? Not at all. On the sea, storms, waves and the like are quite common. , if there is no such thing one day, then this sea will be strange.

Old Ji, why do you ask this, what happened?

Ji Kangle simply explained: A ship is missing.

Fang Feng froze for a moment, nodded, and said, ...So that's how it is.

Then I asked about some things. Sometimes, many things could not be solved, and the clues were hidden in the clues, which could not be easily let go. Feng Siyu was bored, so she whispered to Wei Yuan, and then slipped out, while Xiang Hong Bao didn't listen here at first, and wandered around the island alone, saying that he was trying to find a clearer location when the virtual angel disappeared.

Wei Yuan and the others listened to the question in the room with a faint fishy smell.

About half an hour later, Wei Yuan noticed a faint mana fluctuation.

It's a yellow turban wrestler.

He nodded towards Zhang Hao and said, I'll go out for a while.

Huh? Alright... Master Wei, you can just go.

The yellow turban wrestler appeared outside the door.

Clasping his fists and saluting, he said, Really, the magic circle has been set up.

Wei Yuan heaved a sigh of relief. When he arrived in the East China Sea, he had to be cautious. After the magic circle was set up, he contacted Wu Zhiqi, nodded, and got: Very well, I will trouble you with this matter. .

Next, it's time to face this place.

Wei Yuan thought to himself, when he returned, his footsteps paused slightly.

Looking at a room next to him, he was thinking about something just now, but he didn't notice it. There was a faint fluctuation inside. He walked over and saw through a small piece of glass that it should be a utility room, but the table was very dark. Clean, with an arm made purely of white jade on it.

On the arm, there is also a pen.

On that pen, there is a very strong true aura.

As long as the heroes of the first life die, the true spirit will not be annihilated like ordinary people. In other words, it is because of the persistence and will caused by their own experience that they can resist the wear and tear of the oven of heaven and earth. The true spirit still has a tiny wisp. May be reincarnated.

It's just that it may not be able to restore the memory.

Correspondingly, some things will also have the residual breath of the true spirit.

Wei Yuan has seen many such things.

this pen...

This is a thing my ancestors took over, it can be regarded as a family heirloom.

There was a voice in his ear, Wei Yuan turned his head and saw that simple and honest fisherman coming out, Zhang Hao and Yuan Jue were also there, it should be that the matter was over, Fang Feng took a sip of wine, smiled and said: As for this one The pen, and this arm, actually speaking, this story has a lot to do with a general.

General? Who...

The fisherman said, Qi Jiguang.

……………………

And at this time, Feng Siyu and Xiang Hongbao ran into each other directly.

This small island is not very big in the first place, so it is easy for the two to meet each other when they are wandering around. With a cross in his hand, he muttered something and asked curiously, What are you doing?

Xiang Hongbao was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw Feng Siyu, and said, It's you, I'm looking to see if I can find the direction of what happened, anyway, I can be regarded as sneaking into the middle level of the church Here, I still know how to sense magic, if I can help a little, I can't be idle.

As he spoke, he swung the cross from side to side.

Feng Siyu was curious, supported the stone with both hands, jumped off, landed next to Xiang Hongbao, and said curiously:

You want to talk to you, so what is the pseudo-angel? What is this pseudo-angel?

what is an angel

Xiang Hongbao didn't know how to answer, and while thinking, he walked forward and thought, Are you asking about a pseudo-angel?

Probably selected from the pure children raised in the Holy Church. As descendants, they can inherit the power of the holy objects in the Holy Church, can use those legendary treasures, possess divinity, and exert great power. That’s why it’s called a pseudo-angel.”

The church reacted so strongly this time. I guess they want to bring back the sacred objects that resemble the angels. The treasures that contain divinity are rare treasures even in the church.

Feng Siyu nodded, thoughtfully: Oh, so I didn't come here to save people..., but to touch the corpse.

Xiang Hongbao choked.

He didn't know if the girl said it casually, or if she should say it directly.

Feng Siyu asked curiously again: Then what is a real angel? What does it look like?

A real angel...

Just as Xiang Hongbao was about to answer, the sand under his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, his expression changed, he lowered his head, and saw that the ground under his feet collapsed like quicksand, and a huge hole appeared under his feet. He turned over and tried to grab the ground, but the soil Flowed through the fingers like gravel.

This island is weird!

No, there is really a problem in this sea area!

A thought flashed through Xiang Hongbao's mind, and his body had already fallen directly. The hollow that suddenly appeared on the island was extremely deep. Xiang Hongbao subconsciously took out his mobile phone, and immediately recorded a voice and sent it to Zhang Hao, but found that there was no signal directly. , looking ugly, he didn't hit the ground for several seconds, he was neither a martial artist nor a knight, he would definitely be a lump when he fell.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a figure beside him.

Feng Siyu's slender legs were crossed up, right next to him, as if sitting, falling down together.

The ponytail is raised upwards.

Xiang Hongbao was dumbfounded: Why did you come down too?!

Feng Siyu said: I'll save you.

ha? !

Xiang Hongbao's heart was blocked, and he wanted to smash himself to death here, and said frantically: Save me? Then you just jumped off?! You can fly, you, or you have wings, who? He wants you to save...

I will. Huh?

Feng Siyu put the melon seeds into the small satchel.

When Xiang Hongbao was full of despair, he suddenly stopped, and there was a pulling force from his collar.

There is a wind blowing, fluttering on the cheek.

Because of the shaking, the cross inside Xiang Hongbao's collar rose up, his eyes widened, and he saw the white wings suddenly spread from the back of the heroic girl, and from the high hole, golden sunlight shone in, like a beam of light, originally At this moment, the lively young girl had an indescribable sanctity and solemnity, and her crisp voice rang in his ears.

You haven't said, what is an angel?

In the distant future, when Xiang Hongbao, who is already old, recalls this day, he still can't help but lose his mind, then smiles and shakes his head, and seals the words in his memory, but at this time, he subconsciously murmurs: God! Messenger of...

Xiang Hongbao came to his senses and stammered, You, you are an angel?!

Messenger of God?

Feng Siyu was stunned for a while.

When did you recognize it?!

Are you really an angel?!

The two stared at each other.

Feng Siyu pondered.

Vulcan Zhurong = ancient and powerful deity.

She is a priest, but also a messenger.

Then, the conclusion holds.

Later, when people compiled the history of practice, they found out dumbfoundingly that the Nestorian inheritance, which had multiplied alone in China in the long history, completely deviated at this moment, and rushed towards a direction that no one knew. Whether he has such thoughts or not, but at this time, he is undoubtedly an accomplice.

Because the girl raised her eyebrows and said affirmatively:

You're right.

I didn't expect you to be so smart.

PS: Today's second update... Buffering chapters, sleep and sleep...

It's my life... This routine is too exhausting.

Adding some qualitative memories is because I am worried that some book friends will think about it and lie dead...