Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

"By the way, Team Leader Long..." Qi Chen obediently confessed his crime while he was being extinguished by himself: "I may have accidentally collapsed an unusual cave at the bottom of the river, I don't know Will it cause any problems?"

Long Ya raised his eyebrows curiously: "Are you kidding me? With your slender arms and legs, you don't have a few taels of mosquito meat in total. What great things can you destroy? I'm just pointing at this for fun today! If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and it will not cause any turmoil in the rivers, lakes and seas—"

He hadn't finished speaking when he felt a muffled noise at the bottom of the river, shaking the surface of the ten thousand hectare river twice.

Qi Chen looked at him innocently: "... Maybe there is a connection."

Longya: "..."

At the same time, in the Wanling Temple on the barren hills of Houde Town, Jiang City, Master Huijia was carrying out his night activity-game as usual.

On such a cold day, he was only wearing a thin monk's robe, bareheaded, and barefoot. He sat at the table with a gentle and calm face, holding the mouse in one hand, and knocking on the keyboard with the other. The sound of the earphones covering the ears is turned on very loudly, and the sound of special effects, music, and the voice of the conductor almost roaring are mixed together, which can be described as very lively.

His fingers were long and thin and fair, and he was gentle, but the movements of typing on the keyboard were simple and rough, almost like hatred, which was very contrary to the temperament around him.The characters under his control on the game screen were drowned in a pile of names, following the roar of the commander, busily brushing blood on the whole team.

At the critical moment, the command voice in the headset was very excited: "The boss is about to amplify his move, pay attention to interrupt, pay attention to interrupt!! Nanny!! Nanny hold the blood!"

As soon as he yelled at the nanny, the white lights in Huijia's monk's room suddenly dimmed, and the game screen froze, and the leader's yelling in the earphones froze at the last word. "Mom, mom, mom" repeated.

Hui Jia frowned, his fingers holding the mouse and typing on the keyboard paused, and then he raised his hand and took off the earphones.

He gathered the monk's robe that was loosely draped over his body, got up and walked towards the door.As soon as I stepped down the steps, I felt the ground under my feet tremble suddenly.

It was as if there was something restless, ready to move under the hundred feet of loess.

"Amitabha——" He cast his eyes on the dark wellhead in the courtyard, and recited the Buddha in a low voice. The voice like an ancient bell echoed deeply in the lonely and desolate night in the courtyard.

Before the lingering sound dissipated, he took off the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, flicked his thumb lightly, and dropped one into his hand.

He stepped on the cold ground, stroking the Buddhist bead, walked to the well, looked down for a moment, frowning, and then dropped the Buddhist bead in his hand into the well.

Hearing a slight "click" sound of water, the ground under his feet vibrated again.

Hui Jia raised his foot calmly, took a few mysterious and weird steps on the ground, and then stepped on it suddenly, the slightly trembling ground immediately settled down and returned to its usual calm.

While slowly wrapping the prayer beads back around his wrist, he raised his eyes to the sky, shook his head, then turned his gaze back into the room.

In the earphones, the group leader who kept calling his mother ghostly finally recovered from the stuttering, so Hui Jia heard a heart-piercing roar before he put on the earphones: "I made a big hole and killed the nanny Are you an idiot? The promised blood!"

The handsome monk stretched out his hand to the headset, raised his eyes and glanced at the time in the lower right corner, shamelessly ignored Crash's command, directly clicked to turn off the computer, and went to sleep with peace of mind.

On the riverside of Westport, it is another scene.

"So you came across the place that was circled last time?" Long Ya picked up Qi Chen, walked into Lao Yuan's house, found a guest room in a big way, turned over a brand new towel and came out to wash it. With rough hands, he wiped the water from Qi Chen's hair.

"Yes, and then I followed your example and tore off the four talisman papers on top." Qi Chen's neck was almost twisted by that guy's rough action, and it was inconvenient to resist, so he obediently offered his head Let it toss.

"You are so courageous. I pulled it out so neatly because I have the ability to deal with it no matter what the hell I pull it out. What kind of self-confidence do you have to do it without even thinking about it?!" Long Ya straightened the towel casually, "You have such a big face to do such a stupid thing!"

Qi Chen glanced at him, silently stretched out his claws to pull the towel over to wipe himself, but Long Ya slapped his hand back before his hand even touched the edge of the towel.

"Be honest!" Long Ya continued to wipe the water off Qi Chen's body with a black face.

It was as if he had brought a dryer in his palm, even the towels were hot, dry and fluffy, and the water droplets were sucked up everywhere he swept, and it was still warm to wipe.

The drenched clothes on Qi Chen's body were dried up by such a rough sweep, and the chill that grew from the cracks in his bones was also swept away.

As for Uncle Long himself, when he came out of the river, his body was completely dry, not a single drop of water remained.

The air conditioner in the guest room was turned on bluntly by Long Ya, blowing warm air, and the wind was blowing towards the ground.

There was a person lying face down on the carpet in the room, and his whole body was soaked by the river water. There was no place to dry it. He was facing the air vent of the air conditioner. The short hair on the top of his head was slightly shaken by the wind. From time to time, a few drops of water rolled down, rolled down the scalp all the way to the neck, and soaked into the clothes.

Just looking at him, Qi Chen felt cold.

This person is none other than Lao Yuan.

It's just that the ghost attached to his body disappeared without a trace after he finished trapping Qi Chen, and just dumped the unconscious old Yuan by the river, like bacon left to dry, that's all. It is not a thing to hang on the railing near the river.

If he was allowed to hang out in the rain overnight on the railing with his body covered in icy river water, he would probably be able to dig a hole on the spot and bury him directly.

Although Long Ya couldn't understand this indecisive thing, he still pinched his nose and carried him into the house with disgust on his face, but he didn't have time to serve him, so he just threw him on the carpet and let him die on his own.

Qi Chen looked at Lao Yuan on the ground with a complicated expression: "I don't know when he was possessed."

Long Ya snorted, and said angrily: "When else? Of course, after you get out of this house. What's the difference between being possessed under my nose and courting death? Huh?" Can't stop glaring at Qi Chen, "Do you think you're stupid?! You think you have too little trouble, so you have to find ways to create some opportunities for others to take advantage of!"

"Take advantage of loopholes?" Qi Chen thought something was wrong after hearing this, "What do you mean by loopholes? What do you mean, Team Leader Long... Could it be that that person is deliberately targeting me?"

After he asked this sentence, he frowned for a moment, recalling some previous episodes.

Because of the life-and-death struggle in the river, Qi Chen, who finally recovered, was only concerned with rejoicing and fear in his heart, and almost forgot the details of what happened before he fell into the water.Thinking back now, "Old Yuan" said something to him with a sinister smile...

haven't seen you for a long time?

Qi Chen: "..."

He suddenly felt that things were a little nonsense.

Thinking back to what happened last time, the old lady kept saying that she wanted to come to Guanghe to find someone. Qi Chen thought she had come to look for Longya after listening to someone else, but she turned her attention to him instead.

Get in touch today to see...

Could it be that these things were aimed at him from the very beginning?

But he is so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary, what is it worth for others to come to him again and again?

"Team Leader Long...I suddenly don't understand one thing." Qi Chen looked up at Long Ya who was standing there, and asked suspiciously: "I have seen the file, Guanghe went up and down from the team leader to the front desk, There are pots and pans, but none of them are human. Why did Director Dong recruit me? You also said that there are even several employees in the company that you recruited at the Appreciation Conference, so why? Will personnel use such an ordinary way to recruit people from recruitment websites?"

Long Ya lowered his head and wiped his hands with a towel, then threw it on Lao Yuan who was lying on the ground. He gave Qi Chen a white look and said, "Didn't I say that? You ask the personnel about the stupid things you do, and I don't care about the tricks." How do I know how much water has entered their brains?"

Qi Chen was not blocked by his words, but instead remembered many details that he hadn't noticed before: "Last time at the construction site, you said that Dao Tong and the old lady were invisible to ordinary people. I thought something was wrong, but I was interrupted by what happened later, and I completely forgot about it, and now I think about what is wrong—ordinary people can’t see it, why can I see it?”

"Ghost knows! But—don't tell me that you haven't heard of yin and yang eyes in ghost stories when you grow up." Long Ya crossed his arms and replied angrily.

"Well, even if I have yin and yang eyes. Then there is another thing I can't figure out. Director Dong recruited me to do cultural relic restoration. Although I did not study in vain, I have done some practical exercises, and my level is not bad. But I think it’s fine for me to restore ordinary cultural relics, but your body is an ancient demon sword, and it’s really repaired after being filed and welded by me like that?” Qi Chen’s face was puzzled with a hint of bewilderment, and he said at the end , he himself felt a little unreal.

However, he watched Longya open his mouth, and instead of an answer, he roared furiously: "You still have the face?! I have lost my dignity as the leader of the demon sword! That file and welding torch greeted me? You I should be glad that I have a good temper and don't care about you, otherwise I would have screwed your head off!"

Qi Chen: "... Team Leader Long doesn't focus on this, I want to say—"

Uncle Long became even more angry: "What's the point?! Lao Tzu's face is the point. You brought up the matter of losing all face. What do you think you have in mind? Huh?!"

Qi Chen: "..." I'd better shut up for now.

Long Ya didn't seem to have finished his anger, he stared at Qi Chen as if he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he paused, his brows furrowed, and then he stretched out his long arms, grabbing Qi Chen who was sitting by the bed Jin covered his head in his arms and dodged to the side.

Almost at the same time as he got out of the way, a tall and strong figure broke through the wall, with a cold light of cold iron, he raised his knife like crazy to attack.