Covered with water

The commercial vehicle was speeding like lightning, and as expected, it drove towards the museum.

Wu Chunxing sat stiffly on the leather sofa seat of the business car, his "green and white" face hardly needed to be disguised, it was completely frozen.And the moment the car door closed, the voice that echoed in his head disappeared, and the light white tea aroma dissipated. Wu Chunxing sat upright with his son in his arms, and suddenly he was a little entangled in how he should continue to perform.

According to this... let's call it the psychedelic operation of hypnosis in the brain, once the instructions stop giving, should he faint, or keep his eyes straight until the monster eats him up?

"It's terrible." Wu Chunxing said a sentence in Japanese unexpectedly in his heart, and decided to struggle a little in a safe range.First, he glanced at the rearview mirror about tens of centimeters away from him from the corner of his eye. Because of the angle, the driver’s figure only reflected a dark hairpin within the scope of the mirror——Wu Chunxing suddenly felt , This person seems to be covered with a layer of black mist. He can't see his face, let alone his facial features. In the eyes of the surveillance camera, he is probably another unmanned ghost night car.

Wu Chunxing couldn't help shivering. Such a scene... always seemed to remind him of some vague but clear memories from a certain angle.Although rationally sober, his nephew followed the car, but emotionally it was still difficult to dispel the tension of being in the same room with an unknown monster.And this familiar car finally made him confirm once again that there really is an insider in the Secrecy Bureau—but, who could it be?

He immediately lowered his head at a slight angle.Wu Qinyang in his arms fell asleep unknowingly, completely unaware that he had left the warm and comfortable crib, and followed his father who was "fascinated" by ghosts to a distant place where he knew nothing.

Because he had already anticipated the current situation, Wu Chunxing deliberately added an extra quilt for his son before going to bed. At this time, through the gap between the two layers of quilts, the amulets of the same style on the necks of the father and son reflected each other from a distance and escaped together. A soothing white light.

Wu Chunxing stared at his son's sleeping face for a moment, and the tide in his heart ebbed and flowed. After experiencing a momentary surge, he suddenly and quietly returned to the place where it should go.

For the sake of this little guy, and for the sake of his mother—Wu Chunxing thought to himself, what is there to be afraid of?

And the driver didn't leave Wu Chunxing too much time for indecision. About 15 minutes later, the commercial vehicle stopped steadily at the gate of the Kanno Museum.

The doors of the entire museum were wide open, and the patrol team arranged by Tong Yu had long since disappeared.Wu Chunxing smelled the cold white tea-like fragrance again, and at the same time there was a low cat meow, blowing away in the thick night, like an innocent wild cat passing by occasionally.

The corner of Wu Chunxing's mouth curled up in a very slight arc, still maintaining the gait of a marionette, and walked out of the car door that popped open automatically as if no one was there.

The driver who was covered in black mist stopped not far in front of him, his whole body was as gloomy as a ghost fished out of the water of the underworld.For no reason, Wu Chunxing felt that the temperature around him had dropped a few degrees, and the sour feeling of marching barefoot was indescribable, and now even his teeth were chattering.

He suddenly regretted why he didn't wear shoes for acting.

But the black shadow had already taken a big step, and headed straight for the ear chamber in the north with a destructive aura.

Wu Chunxing followed Hei Ying step by step.He had heard Qin Zhi talk about the inside story of the case before, and knew that "it" was aimed at the bronze tripod.At this time, the entire exhibition hall was pitch black, except for the faint golden light shining on the lintel of the north ear room.

The black shadow seemed to have guessed that it would not be so smooth - Wu Chunxing stood still a few steps away inexplicably, and saw the black shadow spread his arms, and the thick fog behind him seemed to grow a pair of wings out of thin air. It turned into two gigantic ghost hands, tearing towards the center eye of the formation.

The Demon Slaying Formation of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was officially launched, half of the sky shone slightly under the magnificent golden light, and Wu Chunxing could almost smell the smell of burnt flesh from a visual angle.The black shadow didn't notice it, and the sound of "ho ho" came out of his mouth, and the ground shook faintly, as if he wanted to uproot the whole house.At the same time, countless tentacles stretched out from behind the black mist, rushing towards Wu Chunxing and his son.

Wu Chunxing hugged his son, unable to free his hands to touch the charm hidden in the pocket of his pajamas, at this moment——

Huh?

The slender blade collided with the nails and made a series of toothache sounds. Wu Chunxing subconsciously took a step back. In a blur before his eyes, he saw a bright knife light slashing down like a shooting star in an instant, almost effortlessly. He removed half of the shadow's body.

However, soon, the body made of black mist grew back.Wu Chunxing looked at the figure still staring at him with lingering fear, and finally squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Sister-in-law—"

Xiao Yunhe said: "Stand back." His voice was stern, without even the slightest hint of a joke.The little black cat following behind rolled on the spot, and immediately transformed into a majestic prototype of a black panther, keeping his brother—and his uncle by the way—closely behind him.

Wu Chunxing finally put on his shoes——smiled decently with eight teeth to his nephew who was wearing a hundred treasures, and whispered, "Where's the master?"

In the prototype state, Xuan Jue managed to maintain his aloofness as a feline, without revealing his boyish voice like a kitten. The thin fluff is an obvious defensive posture, but the tip of the tail quietly pointed behind a pillar.

Wu Chunxing understood, and seemed to have regained his backbone for a moment. He picked up the heavenly blanket that was the same style as the shoes from the ground, covered his head and face with a blanket, and trotted back to the human camp.

Qin Zhi was in the direction Xuan Jue was pointing at, wearing a woolen overcoat, leaning against the shadow of the pillar in a very lazy standing posture.I don't know if it's because of the fierce battle nearby, his face is a little unnaturally pale, and the chill around his body seems to have condensed into substance, his whole body is like a large liquid nitrogen tank that can be moved at any time.

Wu Chunxing stared dumbfounded at his brother and master who was "leaking Yin Qi", and forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.

"It's okay, it's just that my soul has been out of my body for too long." Qin Zhi explained his situation very understandingly.Now that his fingers were as cold as ice, he didn't take the initiative to touch Wu Qinyang's little face. He looked at his nephew through the quilt, and added, "Nice job."

Wu Chunxing: "..." Master, can you stop saying such things calmly!Unconsciously chasing Qin Zhi's gaze, he turned his gaze to the battle situation a few steps away.

Xiao Yunhe, as a slovenly people's policeman, wears decent official uniforms when holding meetings, and dares to put on everything when he is out on duty. He has inherited Shen Heng's bad taste in dressing with great precision.Now that he is dressed in black, it seems that he has lost a bit of the scribbled smoke and fire that hangs around in the city, and it makes his blade like snow and his face like a crown of jade, as the saying goes - ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without stopping .

The original "swallowing" was interrupted by Xiao Yunhe simply and rudely, and the black mist finally gave up the entanglement with the Demon Slayer Formation of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and began to focus on the opponent in front of him instead.The two stalemate for a few seconds, Xiao Yunhe pressed his wrist, unilaterally ending this meaningless temptation.The black shadow stood on the spot, chuckled without a face, and was cut off half of the head by the light of the knife in Xiao Yunhe's palm in an instant.

However——in just a short while, the head that fell to the ground grew back together again, verifying the situation that just happened a few minutes ago.

Xiao Yunhe was silent for a few seconds thoughtfully, but the black shadow was very pleased with himself, it seemed to have no real entity.The two ghost hands on the back also activated the super-transformation form, turning into a cluster of sharp barbs, like a strangely shaped mixer, and rushed over fearlessly.

Xiao Yunhe dodged it, and the two of them just made hundreds of moves indiscriminately.At the end of the stalemate, Xiao Yunhe also got a little impatient, and deliberately sold an opening, leading the black mist to attack his left hand, blocking the knife with his right hand, while his left hand took the opportunity to pass through his ribs, and the strong wind lifted his windbreaker In the corner of the door, a sword engraved with a plum blossom pattern can be seen.

While retreating with his strength, he drew another simple long knife from his waist.The blade is as bright as a mirror, and in this museum full of psychedelic atmosphere, there is unexpectedly a sense of solemnity and solemnity of the treasure.

Wu Chunxing: "!!!" Why didn't I know that my sister-in-law is still a double swordsman!

But before he could make a brand new definition of Xiao Yunhe's force value, he saw his sister-in-law raised the knife in one hand, and backhanded the glowing precious knife with "I am the killer" written all over her body - she was stunned It was stuck on the ground blankly.

Wu Chunxing: "..." I suddenly felt that what I was watching was not an action movie but a funny movie.

The black shadow bullied him, and he didn't let go of the opportunity of the right time and place. Taking advantage of the gap between Xiao Yunhe's drawing and inserting the knife, countless similar figures rose up behind him, like a pitch-black prison. , Xiao Yunhe will be killed in an instant!

Xiao Yunhe scoffed: "I have no memory." Wu Chunxing could barely see how he moved, the long knife that had intersected with his soul had already changed from his right hand to his left hand, facing the black mist in a posture that was almost throwing himself into his arms, It happened to be completely reflected in the light of Yata Mirror.

The black figure was less than half a meter away from him, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't separate him, so he had to take his knife forcefully, and a dark, blood-like liquid flowed from the wound.

Xiao Yunhe didn't give him another chance to turn against the wind, he clasped the part of the black figure's body that seemed to be his face, and slammed it to the ground——

Flying sand and rocks, thunder bursts, and the black shadow directly wedged half of its body on the marble floor tiles.With an indifferent expression, Xiao Yunhe casually retracted the stunned artifact into the scabbard, landed on one knee, grasped the black shadow's celestial cover with his palm, and dragged it up like a zongzi, revealing the With a lifeless male body.

Before Wu Chunxing had time to identify the hapless bastard who was violently suppressed by his sister-in-law, someone took the first step and shouted: "Xiao...Xiao Tang?!"

Tong Yu stumbled and fell out from behind another pillar, almost daring to admit that the person lying on the ground was his right hand and right arm who had been with him day and night.Qin Zhi walked over and touched Tang Mingqing's neck, and said, "It's okay, just wait until someone wakes up. Tong Chu, go back and give your little Tang a bonus, and blow up the bunker with your life."

Tong Yu's brain was completely short-circuited, and it took him a long time to realize what Qin Zhi meant, and stammered: "He, he... no, he, he..."

He stayed with him for a long time, but he didn't know why.

Compared with Tong Yu whose character has completely collapsed, Fang Shu, who followed closely behind, remained quite calm in this situation—or a little numb, and asked blankly: "This..." What is going on?

The author has something to say: I actually have a day to seriously write action scenes...

Probably, there is one more, two or three chapters