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museum.

Changsheng stood in fear in front of the display cabinet, trying to keep calm, but couldn’t help but look left and right—God bless, the museum has temporarily suspended receiving visitors due to the accident not long ago, and most of the museum’s staff are volunteers , The museum is not open, and they have a holiday by the way.

So at this time, no one will come to him and ask him why there is a child above his head who is standing proudly on the display cabinet...

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Cuo jumped down from the display cabinet and glanced at Chang Sheng with a stiff expression, "I thought you wouldn't be nervous."

"It depends on where." He came down, and Chang Sheng's heart hung in his throat, "Of course I won't be nervous in front of the teacher, but the curator here has a good relationship with my grandpa. You said he drank tea with my grandpa." When chatting, how would you comment on the fact that I brought people to the museum to expose the tiles?"

Apparently not interested in his worries about the wrong clock, he pointed to the display cabinet behind him—it had been restored by the museum staff, and it was the same as before except that the lights seemed to be dimmed—“I checked, Although it has been destroyed in a very rough way, there are still traces left, which is the Taoist "Sanqing Zhensha".

"what is that?"

"The simplest suppressing formation is a three-point connection, placing the object to be suppressed in the center, and then adding corresponding spells and suppressing objects to form the 'Sanqing Suppressing Evil'." Zhong twisted his fingers against his chin, "Although it is simple, as long as the spells and objects are changed, a completely different 'Sanqing Zhensha' can be formed, so it is also a formation with many changes."

If he told Zhang Fei this speech, he would probably only get an "oh", but Changsheng has always been very interested in metaphysics, he even took out his notebook and wrote it down, slightly satisfying the little ghost king's vanity: "Is this the one that was laid out here? The town's...could it be that Japanese sword?"

"It should be, and this 'Sanqing Zhensha' is still a serial game." Zhong Mi pointed to the three lights, "Those three lights are one floor, but there is another layer outside, which is made of three exhibits. .The inner layer is for the town, but the outer layer is for 'cutting'."

He turned his head to look inside the display cabinet, squinted his eyes, and in the next second, the boy in front of Changsheng had changed from a boy to a black dog in an instant—after Zhong Cuo grew up, his black dog transformation also grew up, and now it is no longer Then again, the black group from before could barely reach the glass cabinet even when he stood up.

Seeing a black dog standing solemnly on its hind legs in front of him and then sticking its nose to the glass and sniffing hard... Changsheng silently felt that his ability to hold back laughter had been challenged.

"Sure enough." Putting his front legs down, Zhong Cuo bowed his head and said to himself, "What a strong evil spirit... If it is what remains after suppressing it for so long, at the beginning... it is not a weapon that ordinary people can control casually knife."

Seeing a black dog muttering to himself solemnly in front of him... Changsheng felt that his abdominal muscles would cramp if he didn't do anything: "It seems that the knife is really dangerous, but our main trouble now is the little one. Teacher Zhang's trouble?"

"Troublesome?" Zhong Cuo raised his head, pulling the corners of his mouth together, forming a smile, "It's not troublesome anymore."

"Ok?"

"Although the evil formation in Sanqing Town is well established, it can only suppress that murderous knife for 50 years at most, and then the formation will be broken. The fact that Linshan City has been safe and sound proves that there must still be people repairing this formation. .Although the Sanqing Zhensha Formation is simple, because it occupies the word "Sanqing", it belongs to the Taoist lineage, so it can't be used by just anyone." Zhong Cuo said, "I remember that there were people in front of that guy not long ago. I have shown off that practitioners on both sides of Buddhism and Taoism in China are now registered with them, regardless of the level of the Taoism."

"Many and Xi Shao?"

"Should be right." Speaking in the shape of a black dog was a little weird, but Zhong Cuo changed back to its original shape, and Chang Sheng couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"But it's not easy to find the two of them." Those two—in fact, mainly many—professed to be national civil servants with heavy responsibilities, and it was no less difficult to find them than the heads of relevant departments.

"It's okay," Zhong Cuo said lightly, "If they don't come, I'll find a way to do something that makes them have to come."

"..." Changsheng's face twitched slightly, and he prayed for Linshan's safety in his heart, "And even if they come, they may shirk responsibility..."

"It's okay," Zhong Cuo smiled, showing some white teeth, "If they don't help, we'll beat them until they help."

"..." Little friend Zhong, you are becoming more and more like a father.

Zhong Cuo was obviously looking forward to the matter of "finding a way to attract many and Xi Shao and then pressing them to the ground until they are willing to help solve Zhang Fei's problem", with his eyes shining brightly. Out of safety considerations, Changsheng changed the subject: "Anyway, we've finished what we should see here, why don't we go out?"

He added another sentence: "The teacher must be waiting outside."

"Let him wait for nothing to be afraid of." Having said that, Zhong Cuo still walked out very cooperatively. The two had just arrived at the door, and the other two were about to walk in.

Seeing the familiar narrator, Chang Sheng greeted him casually. The narrator seemed preoccupied, and only reacted when he heard his greeting, and smiled at him.

Zhong Cuo suddenly frowned.

He stopped and stared at the two who passed them by and soon entered the museum.

"what happened?"

"Do you know that person?" Zhong Mi pointed to the commentator's back.

"When I came here to visit before, he gave us an explanation," Changsheng subconsciously looked at the explainer a few more times. He is also a very human being, and his eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see, but no matter how he Look, the narrator is undoubtedly a very normal person, "What's wrong with him?"

"...it's hard to say," Zhong Cuo shook his head slowly, "he's supposed to be a human, but I...seem to smell something that impressed me."

If I had known this, I would not have changed back to human form. Although the ghost form is a bit inconvenient, but the feeling is much sharper than the human form... Zhong Cuo was a little annoyed, but unfortunately the time had passed, and he couldn't go out to check it out. For a vague feeling.

"He should be human." Even Changsheng couldn't be sure at the moment, "Didn't you say before that this place isn't a place where ghosts and ghosts can come?"

"I did say that." Zhong Cuo nodded - there are many relics of martyrs in the museum, and most of these things are condensed with strong obsessions. It is nothing to humans, but it is an extremely dangerous existence to aliens. , Let alone entering the museum swaggeringly, even approaching here will be difficult.

He still came in grandiosely because his current body was similar to that of a human, and the ghost king was far beyond the reach of ordinary monsters. Except for him...

Maybe it's an illusion.

When they left the museum, they saw Zhang Fei. This man was leaning against the front of the car with a mobile phone in his hand. He looked like an elite.

He had a weird expression on his face, looking at the phone as if it had grown eight legs and was crawling around in front of his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" The moment he saw him, Zhong Cuo put on an indifferent expression on his face, as if he hadn't planned how to beat the government servants just now to ensure that Zhang Fei cleared his grievances.

"I answered a call just now," Zhang Fei shook the phone at him, "Guess who called?"

"A lot?" Changsheng immediately thought of it——it would be convenient for them, at least Linshan would be safe.

"No." Zhang Fei shook his head.

"A friend you know at the police station?" Zhong Cuo frowned.

"No." Zhang Fei smiled wryly, "It's the leader of that group of Japanese, who claims to be Nanicao or something."

He sighed, and said to the two whose expressions changed instantly, "He said he wanted to see me."

At the same time, a hotel in Linshan.

Abeno Shinji walked around irritably, holding the demon sword in his hand that made him miss day and night, but it didn't make him feel much better.

"Be safe, Abeno-kun." The fan-bearer sitting in the corner of the room opened his eyes, his wrist was still wrapped in a layer of bandages, but he looked much happier than Abeno Shinji, with the corners of his mouth always bent .

"Seven Grass Lord..." Out of respect for the fan holder, even though he was extremely puzzled, he still stopped and bowed his head slightly at the person, "Why don't you get 'that' back as soon as possible?"

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'Haste makes waste', I like it very much." The fan holder smiled slightly, and subconsciously wanted to shake the fan, but had to stop regretfully, "There is no need to be in such a hurry, we still have time .”

"That's not a difficult task. The other party is just a Chinese teacher. We have many ways..." He looked at the fan holder, and couldn't help lowering his voice, "... instead of meeting and negotiating with him specially!"

"But that's not the best choice." The fan holder casually stopped the other party from continuing, "Actually, besides taking the fan back directly, we still have many possible developments, yes, many."

He narrowed his eyes: "It can resist spells and illusions, even if it is not the most subtle, it is an extremely rare ability."

What's more, he also has outstanding combat skills - the fan bearer knows Abeno Shinji's strength thoroughly, and it is not easy to compete head-on with him who has won the "Muramasa", even if he takes advantage of the favorable location.But the other party can do it, even on the premise that the three of them are by the side...

"So, you..." Abeno stopped abruptly, he frowned, and looked at the fan bearer angrily.

"Yes, I am very interested in him."