Yin Yang

As soon as they walked out of the secret passage, Jiang Xiuxian, who seemed to be leaning against the wall lazily, jumped up and asked, "How is it, what level is the guy below?"

The corners of Du Peixue's mouth were raised all the time, and she replied with a smile: "A level eight ghost who is almost at level nine is still a guy like a western dragon."

Jiang Xiuxian rubbed his hair and muttered, "Sister Du, you should put away that smile...it looks weird..."

Du Peixue smiled indifferently, took out the cloth wrapped around the sword before, and carefully rolled up the simple blade.Strangely, as the soft cloth was wrapped round and round, the sharp and ferocious aura on her body gradually disappeared, as if she had dived into the depths of the sea and dormant quietly.

After the cloth was wrapped around the sword, Du Peixue turned back into that peaceful and quiet person.

Yixiu looked around for a week and asked, "Didn't that person show up?"

Jiang Xiuxian shook his head and replied, "No, nothing unusual happened when you went down."

Mao Qianxuan frowned and said, "Is she just watching us kill that ghost? Could it be that that person is not a ghost breeder at all?"

Jiang Xiuxian shrugged: "Who knows, she didn't show up. Maybe she didn't dare to show up after seeing the boss? Maybe they all ran away."

The torrential rain outside was still falling, and through the dimly lit window, the red and blue lights of the peripheral police cars could be vaguely seen through the messy branches and leaves, flashing and flashing.

Su Yi looked around this dim space quietly, the faint electric light illuminated the sky, and large shadows hid under the benches and metal doors, flickering under the cold white electric light, as if ready to move.The rumbling thunder distorted the space full of tall flower windows into a gloomy and strange space, silently repelling several of their uninvited guests.

Su Yi's gaze paused for a moment on the slightly distorted flickering gray light behind the flower window, and then shook his head at Yixiu, obviously not finding anything either.

"Let's go, and we'll investigate the problems here later." Yixiu made a final decision, and there would be no more gains if he stayed any longer, so he led everyone out of the old house.

It was raining heavily outside the ancient house, and as soon as they walked out of the gate, they were trapped at the gate by the rain curtain.

Yi Xiuxiu wanted to rush directly into the rain curtain regardless, but Song Yi outside the iron fence noticed them coming out, and hurriedly let a few police officers with big umbrellas in to fetch them out.I don't know where Song Yi and the others got that kind of big umbrella with a diameter of more than three meters and it was propped up outside, covering them like a giant cover, but even if the rain was covered by such a big umbrella, the torrential rain still The shoes were completely soaked in an instant.

Song Yi, who was holding a black straight umbrella, saw the blood on Mao Qianxuan's body, and his heart sank.

But he still spoke without much hope: "You have been in for a few hours, the people inside..."

Mao Qianxuan shook her head, stood there straight, and said stiffly: "The contents inside have been cleaned up, and you can go in later."

"That, Ah Hui..."

A vibrato came, and the girl named Xiaomeng and the girl who accompanied her hadn't left yet.She was nervously clenching the hand of the girl beside her, looking at Mao Qianxuan with a little hope.

Mao Qianxuan looked at her silently, and then said hoarsely after a while: "We have already killed the murderer, sorry."

Xiao Meng froze, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her whole body trembled.She hugged her arms tightly, her face was pale, and her legs suddenly went limp.The girl beside her exclaimed and quickly supported her so that she would not fall directly into the wet puddle.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Yixiu strode forward through the rain, handed a mobile phone to Xiaomeng with a pale face, and said flatly: "This is his mobile phone. He really wants to reply to you, but there is no way."

Xiaomeng stared blankly at the familiar mobile phone, and suddenly a force surged out of her body.She broke free from the support of the girl beside her, grabbed the phone, and pressed the power button with trembling hands, a photo of her and A Hui appeared on the dark screen.

This was the first photo they took after confirming their relationship, and it has always been cherished by him as a screen saver.He smiled so happily, but now he can only lie in that gloomy haunted house, gradually getting cold...

"Ahui! Ahui—!" Xiaomeng wailed, fell to her knees and began to cry.

Su Yi stood under the umbrella, looking intently at Yixiu's strange light that was still bright under the dim rain.Xiaomeng's sudden cry made him turn his eyes to Xiaomeng who was kneeling on the ground and Mao Qianxuan's stiff back.After a while, he lowered his eyebrows halfway, his dark eyes were completely calm, not even a single ripple appeared.

Soon, he turned his eyes and continued to look at Yixiu.

The crying sound penetrated the rain curtain, dizzying the desolation.

There is still a lot of work to be done about the ancient house, but Yixiu and the others have nothing else to do, so they simply did not bother Song Yi and the others to investigate and collect evidence, and drove back to the secret service building.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit dull, Su Yi lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and Yixiu, who was sitting next to him, leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, from his slightly frowning brows and slightly trembling muscles, it could be seen that he was Not too good.Du Peixue sat upright, eyes half closed, breathing quietly, while Jiang Xiuxian folded his hands behind his head, turned his head to look at the gray and wet rain outside the window.

The blood on Mao Qianxuan's body gradually dried up and solidified into a black stain.And she was expressionless, driving the car silently, and galloped all the way back to the secret service department.

Once back in the secret service building, they hurried to take a shower and tidy up.Yixiu, who seemed to have recovered a bit, took Su Yi to find Yu Hanyin, and told him about various things in the ancient house.

"Raising ghosts?!" Yu Hanyin repeated, quite unbelievable.

"That's right, Su Yi said that he saw the array pattern and spliced ​​ghost food, and killed an eighth-level ghost who was almost at level nine. It is said that he still looks like a western dragon?" Yixiu said with folded arms, and looked towards Su Yi.

And Su Yi nodded silently, indicating that it was all true.

Yu Hanyin was silent for a moment, sitting sideways on the conference table, with a smile that was not a smile, raised the corners of his mouth: "It's actually raising ghosts... Taoism has been quiet for 20 years, so who wants to make trouble?"

"Calm?" Yixiu sneered, his tone very disdainful.He seemed to lose interest all of a sudden, he turned around and waved his hand and said, "Take your time to investigate, I'll go first."

Yu Hanyin was startled, and said helplessly, "Hey, you are a team leader after all."

Yixiu waved his hand without sincerity, and Su Yi followed behind him, and then saw Yixiu opened the door, bumping into You Mingcheng who raised his hand to knock on the door.

The frost between You Mingcheng's brows seemed to be thicker, and the sharp coldness all over his body seemed to want to destroy everything that caught his eye, making his scalp numb even if he took a second look.

When he saw Yixiu open the door, he put down his knocking hand, and said coldly, "I heard that in that old house, there is a ghost that is almost level eight."

Yixiu realized something, paused, then let him in sideways, and closed the door.

Standing behind Yixiu, Su Yi clearly saw that after You Mingcheng stood still, the hands beside him clenched into fists, as if trying to endure something.

Then, he heard his deep and cold voice: "As far as I know, the method of feeding ghosts with ghost food can't actually increase the power of ghosts much. The main function is to appease their greedy appetite for human beings." .So the ghost in that ancient house was at least a peak level seven before it was raised, and it is very likely that it was an eighth level ghost."

Yu Hanyin frowned and said, "But where did this eighth-level ghost come from? It can't sit still and wait to be caught, and it will definitely attract the attention of Taoists when it is born. If it is a crack, it is even more impossible to be silent. , Surrounded by layers of guards there, it will definitely cause a big commotion."

You Mingcheng clenched his fisted arm violently, his strong muscles stretched ferociously, and a deep and terrifying aura slowly emerged from his body.He stared at a single point in the void, trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was anger or patience, and slowly squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "Qian, Kun, Jing!"

As soon as these three words came out, there was silence in the conference room.Although Su Yi didn't understand the reason for the sudden dark and complicated expressions on their faces, he also remained silent.

After a while, Yixiu said abruptly, "Mingcheng, did you see Ji Baiqing today?"

Seeing that You Mingcheng was silent and did not answer, Yixiu opened the door again, grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled him out, saying: "We have already understood the situation, please calm down and go to Ji Baiqing to listen to today's song gone."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door in front of You Mingcheng with a bang.

Being dragged out of the meeting room, You Mingcheng stood in front of the closed door for a long time, took a deep breath after a while, and left step by step with stiff steps.

"The Universe Mirror...is it really the Universe Mirror?" Yu Hanyin casually pulled away a chair in the meeting room, sat down, and pondered.

"It's very likely." Yixiu said, leaning against the wall.

"Then...the incident at You's family five years ago, could it really be man-made?" Yu Hanyin said thoughtfully, and then sighed softly: "No wonder Mingcheng reacted so strongly."

Yixiu sneered: "Are you trying to provoke us by raising ghosts in this city?"

"But we are indeed dark under the lights." Yu Hanyin sighed, and said in a deep voice: "But the predecessors have already proved with their lives that it is impossible to control ghosts. What are the people behind the scenes trying to raise ghosts..."

No one could answer Yu Hanyin's soliloquy, and a silence enveloped the conference room.

Su Yi blinked and realized that the Qiankun Mirror, or the person holding the Qiankun Mirror, was very tricky.

The sound of the rain outside the window was endless, and the dark sky was streaked by a blinding lightning, and the whole dark sky was brightened, and then there was a loud bang, and the muffled thunder rolled over.

As for Yixiu and Yu Hanyin, who were standing and sitting one after another in the conference room, their expressions were gloomy.

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The sound of dripping water dripped down the eaves, and the rainstorm finally passed, but the sky was still gloomy, with lead clouds billowing, and it looked like there would be another heavy rain.

Yixiu leaned against the window of the hidden corridor of the safe passage on the third floor of the secret service building, looking sideways out of the window.There was a cigarette in his mouth, the faint light that flickered on and off was submerged in the bright light, only an ethereal trace of smoke was blown in along the wind.

He probably smokes here often, and there is a trash can specially set up in the corner to extinguish cigarettes. Su Yi had seen him smoking in this window before when he was copying the patterns outside the secret service building.

Su Yi leaned against the wall on the other side of the corridor, looked at the gray sky outside the window from a distance, and remembered what Yu Hanyin had just said to him.

"I didn't tell you in detail before, Mingcheng... He was originally the son of a prominent family in the Taoist sect, but five years ago, the entire family was slaughtered overnight by super powerful ghosts, and he was the only one left in the whole family." Survivors. At that time, the You family's house was in a mess, and even the corpses were chewed to pieces. Then when sorting out the relics, they found that the family heirloom, the Qiankun Mirror, had disappeared."

Su Yi thought for a while, and asked Yixiu, "What is the Universe Mirror?"

Yixiu bit his cigarette, glanced at Su Yi, and said vaguely: "The Qiankun mirror has two sides, the dry side can kill ghosts, and the Kun side can connect with ghost domains. It is said that it was refined by the ancestors of the You family." The ultimate magic weapon. During the catastrophe, the You family used the universe mirror to help others summon many powerful ghosts to defend against the enemy, but because they themselves did not have much fighting power, they escaped the catastrophe when the ghosts turned back."

As he spoke, he squeezed the cigarette in his mouth, and said lightly: "The You family can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, and it is famous for its crafting and formation patterns for generations. The You family has many highly talented craftsmen and formation patterns. Pattern master, this generation has unexpectedly produced You Mingcheng, an alien who can't refine weapons and understand array patterns, but is good at martial arts. He has been killing ghosts all year round, and he happened to be away when the accident happened. When he returned, he found a In the messy You Zhai, only the Universe Mirror has disappeared. It stands to reason that a ghost would not take away a carefully hidden mirror alone after killing a person, so You Mingcheng has always believed that the case of exterminating the door is not simple."

Su Yi blinked.Could it be that You Mingcheng's incomparably sharp and unfriendly aura, as well as the fatigue between his brows in the conservatory that day, were because so many things were on his mind?Probably because he has never given up on pursuing the truth.

He raised his head, leaned against the wall and looked at the gray ceiling, and asked again: "Why did the person I saw appear in the old house?"

Yixiu said lazily: "Who knows, you can ask him."

Su Yi didn't take it seriously, he turned his head to look at Yixiu thoughtfully, his dark eyes were dark, and he continued to ask: "Is the girl crying in the heavy rain really so important to the dead Ah Hui?"

Yixiu glanced at Su Yi and clicked his tongue: "Why do you have so many questions?"

Having said that, he looked out of the dim window, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Of course my life is more important. At that time, who can control the number of phone calls? Don't take the matter of feelings too seriously." How important it is, maybe after a year or so, that woman will find a new boyfriend and forget about this idiot who died in the old house."

He took another drag on the cigarette and let it out slowly.Just the slightest bit of cold wind blowing in, swept the smell of smoke towards Su Yi, choking him to cough again and again.

Yixiu glanced at him, smoked the few remaining cigarettes in one gulp, then put the butt out in the trash can by the window, and said flatly, "If you can't stand the smell of smoke, don't come here."

Su Yi coughed until his eyes were wet, and his cheeks were flushed, but he stood still in place, his focused eyes still fell on Yixiu, the only color light in the black and white world.

Yixiu looked at Su Yi coldly, sneered, turned around and continued to look out the window.

It rained again at night, and the next day the sun slowly poked its head out from behind the cloud, and the sun shone through the clouds one by one, and the sky cleared up.

Early this morning, the secret service building welcomed a guest for a long time.

When Su Yi, who was wearing shorts and short-sleeved sportswear and sweating profusely, completed the basic strength training, and walked into the secret service building wiping his sweat, he saw Song Yi sitting on the sofa, and he was wiping the leaves of a pot of green radishes. Du Peixue on Dust.

Su Yi met Song Yi twice, and both times he looked unshaven and extremely haggard.Now I tidied up well, wearing a neat uniform, sitting on the sofa with a straight back, looking handsome, with a resolute and steady aura that belongs to the people's public servants.

Generally speaking, Yu Hanyin is responsible for receiving foreign guests. Su Yi looked away disinterestedly, but glanced at Du Peixue instead.

She was wearing a loose sportswear today, holding a small watering can and spraying water on the leaves, and then wiping them gently with a soft cloth. The calm and patient look with downcast eyes was quite different from the bloodthirsty and distorted smile in the old house. If there are two people.Su Yi took a few glances, then slowly went upstairs to continue today's training.

And Song Yi sat motionless on the sofa, holding a gorgeous bone china tea cup in his hand, and another cup was placed opposite him.It was given to him by a girl with pointed ears who ran in and out carrying flower pots.The rich and sweet scent of rose tea wafted out from the bone china cup. He looked at the cup of tea thoughtfully, thinking to himself that this secret service was really strange.

The secret service building was also different from what he had imagined. The entire hall was brightly and simply decorated, with yellow marble pavement, bright chandeliers hanging down, several tall glass windows were wide open, and the gentle wind blowing slowly, Bring the temperature of early summer that is not yet scorching.

The decoration of this hall doesn't look too delicate, but it makes people feel comfortable and bright.It's just that the empty hall is filled with all kinds of potted flowerpots, making Song Yi feel like he's in a flower shop.

The woman who wiped the leaves of the potted plant picked up the potted plant, smiled at him and went into the house.Soon, Yu Hanyin, who had messy black hair and rarely wore men's clothing, came out from inside.He was wearing a white shirt and trousers. The shirt was tucked into the trousers casually, making him look extremely tall and long-legged.It's just that the buttons of the shirt are messily buttoned, revealing a fair chest, and the faintly revealing smooth lines are unexpectedly unexpected.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes a little hazyly, casually brushed away the long hair scattered on his forehead, took out a rubber band from his trouser pocket and casually tied up a messy ponytail, then sat on the sofa opposite Song Yi, Lazily said: "I'm sorry, sorry, Captain Song came too early, they are all cleaning the flowerpots for cleaning, so it's a bit confusing. Captain Song is here for something?"

Song Yi put down the rose tea that had not been touched, and said seriously: "About yesterday's situation in the old house, we still need to do some investigation and records."

Yu Hanyin smiled and said, "Captain Song, isn't the scene clear enough? You surrounded the old house layer by layer, and the bones of the dozen or so people were eaten to pieces, so what could happen? As long as Song The captain told the truth about the situation to the higher-ups, and the higher-ups will not blame you."

Song Yi's hands on his knees tightened suddenly, and a dark cloud appeared between his brows. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "...those are more than a dozen young lives."

Yu Hanyin remained silent, with a smile on his face, quietly looking at Song Yi who was full of self-blame and remorse.After a long while, he sighed softly and said, "Captain Song, I can't blame you. If I'm not mistaken, the reason behind this incident is not simple. The rumors spread on the Internet and the dozen or so people who broke in may have something to do with it." It was premeditated, even if you guarded against it the night before yesterday, the people behind the scenes will always find a way to get them in. After that, it will be our Xuanmen's affairs, and it's better for Captain Song not to get too involved."

Song Yi's expression fluctuated, he raised his head and looked directly at Yu Hanyin and said, "Actually, I came this time for another matter."

Yu Hanyin raised his eyebrows and said firmly: "I hope to get help from your department. I saw the gun Mr. Su was holding yesterday. Can that gun kill those ghosts? If it can help us If they are all equipped, the lives of the people will be more guaranteed, and you will be able to relax more..."

Yu Hanyin raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile, and interrupted Song Yi's next words: "Captain Song, in fact, that ghost gun is not as effective as you imagined, and Xiao Yi can only use it for self-defense. , Can you imagine the scene of ordinary guns facing prehistoric dinosaurs? The most critical question, can you see ghosts?"

Song Yi was suffocated, but he was unwilling to give up at this point, and still wanted to struggle to say something.Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw that rebellious underage boy chewing something, strode out from the inside, stood in front of him and looked down at him.

The young man's eyebrows were slightly gloomy, as if he didn't like Song Yi, and he said slowly: "If you are willing to be my experimental material, I can help you develop equipment to deal with ghosts."

Song Yi was taken aback, experimental materials?Why does it sound a bit wrong...

Yu Hanyin said with a warning face: "Hao Yan!"

Ping Haoyan turned to look at Yu Hanyin, a strong confidence shot out from his gloomy eyebrows: "I can make the captain see ghosts, and ordinary people can see them too!"

Yu Hanyin helplessly supported his forehead, and said to the stunned Song Yi, "Sorry, the kid is ignorant, just treat him as nonsense..."

"What are the experimental materials for?" Song Yi asked suddenly, his sharp and resolute eyes fixed on the gloomy young man in front of him.

Ping Haoyan turned his head to look at him, and said grimly: "Don't worry, I won't let you lose arms and legs." He said such terrible words, but he chewed the jelly, his cheeks bulged, It doesn't look like it's doing any damage.

Song Yi's face changed, and finally he clenched his fists tightly and said, "I can be your experimental material, but I hope you can keep your promise."

Ping Haoyan snorted in satisfaction: "Of course, give me your phone number, and remember to be on call."

Song Yi reported his number, and then said: "If I am on a mission, I may not be able to arrive at any time."

"Okay." Ping Haoyan nodded casually, took down Song Yi's number, turned around and left.

Contrary to Song Yi's expectations, Yu Hanyin who witnessed everything just shrugged helplessly and amusedly, and did not stop him.

He just left a sentence that made Song Yi a little puzzled: "Don't buy candy for Hao Yan, his tooth decay is not healed yet."

Soon, Captain Song knew what Yu Hanyin meant.

A text message was sent to his mobile phone, and it was written in a loud voice: [Little White Mouse No. [-], buy me two packs of white rabbit toffee, remember to ask for the largest pack!Don't let my brother know! ]

Little White Mouse No. [-] Song Yi: "..."

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Ping Haoyan: Sugar!I want sugar!Genius brains need sugar!

Song Yi, the little white mouse: ...

Yu Hanyin: (observing secretly)