After breaking off the marriage, my ancestors became my golden fingers

Li Zhaoliang was very mobile, so he asked Chen Yun and Feng Bugui to go back first, and half an hour later, he came back with a package sealed with a red cloth spell under his coat.

"Five Elements Flying Knife." Li Zhaoliang handed the package to Chen Yun: "This type of magic weapon is really rare, and I swore to ask the brothers in the logistics department to pack cigarettes for a month to replace it. See if you can use it. "

Chen Yun opened the seal, and saw five small bronze knives neatly arranged inside. The shape was simple, like ancient knives and coins. The blades were as thin as paper, with rounded edges. Starting a weapon is more like a handicraft.

Chen Yun picked up one and tried to infuse it with spiritual power, and the flying knife immediately glowed with brilliance.

He grabbed the handle and swung it forward, only to hear a "boom", the flying knife shot into the wall, and even directly smashed half of the wall.

Wrong seal: "Damn it——"

Chen Yun was also shocked.

He didn't expect the power to be so strong. Wouldn't it cost money to decorate it? !

However, Li Zhaoliang observed that when Chen Yun exerted strength, he used his forearm and wrist to form an inch of strength, and used his index finger to slide and press the back of the knife to control the shot, which is indeed an expert technique.

If this kind of small weapon has no foundation and talent, it is more difficult to use than ordinary swords, guns, swords and halberds. No wonder Chen Yun can use it well with confidence.

With an appreciative face, he taught Chen Yun the spell to recall this magic weapon.

Chen Yun said it silently, and the flying knife returned to its original state and flew back into his hand.

Li Zhaoliang delivered the weapons and was about to go back to work. After all, always skipping work would easily arouse Song Yan's suspicion.He left his emergency contact information: "If you have anything to do, please notify me immediately, and I will let the brothers on duty in Nanping District pay more attention."

Chen Yun glanced and wrote down the number.

Chen Yun continued to adapt to the feel of the flying knife while thinking about whether to draw a few formations in the yard.

If the worst happens, and Liuzhi doesn't trust Chen Yun's "surrender", then he will definitely find a way to try again.

In order to avoid long days and many dreams, this temptation must be done as soon as possible, probably tonight.

Suddenly, Su Dong said: "There is a demonic aura."

Demonic?

Chen Yun remembered that Li Zhaoliang said that the person behind Six Fingers was probably a big monster. Could it be that the big monster sent his monsters to test it?

So far, he has seen many ghosts, but he has never seen a living monster. He suddenly concentrated on trying to smell the so-called "monster aura".

However, I couldn't smell anything, only a faint smell came from the direction of the utility room.

Feng Bugui obviously noticed it too, and quietly gestured to him: "Wait a minute, let Liu Liu and the others investigate the situation first."

Soon, a ghost floated back: "Report—there is a weasel demon in the utility room!"

weasel?

Chen Yun didn't know how to calculate strength in the Yaozu, but judging by Feng Bugui's confused expression, the weasel shouldn't be considered a very strong species.

Suddenly, another ghost rushed over: "Newspaper—in addition to the weasel, there is also a chicken and a dog inside!"

Chen Yun: "?"

He didn't finish the question mark yet, another ghost flew back and said excitedly, "That weasel fainted from our fright, so we tied it up by the way!"

Chen Yun: "..."

In the utility room, a fainted weasel, a wild dog wagging its tail, and a chicken desperately flapping its wings were tied side by side under the statue of Nuwa.

All the ghosts hurriedly said, "It's them, it's them!"

There was another ghost holding a jar in the air, and handed it to Chen Yun like offering a treasure: "The weasel is still holding the jar, sneaking around, I don't know what he wants to do!"

The corner of Chen Yun's mouth twitched and said, "Okay, you guys did a good job."

He opened the jar and saw that it was full of a whole jar of white powder.

He felt the smell was slightly familiar, but before he remembered what it was, Liu Liu blew a cold breath on the weasel's face, and shouted: "Wake up! Our boss wants to interrogate you!"

The weasel wakes up faintly. It sits on the ground with its two short legs spread apart, its eyeballs rolling around, vividly explaining what is called a mouse eye.

Suddenly, its eyes fell on Chen Yun's face, and his expression froze.

It stared blankly at Chen Yun, its black peas filled with tears: "Less... less..."

Liu Liu wondered, "Shao? Is there anyone named Shao on this street?"

But the weasel kicked its short legs desperately, and cried loudly to Chen Yun: "Young master! I finally found you!"

Chen Yun: "..."

WTF?

I've only heard of crying father and mother, and this old-fashioned way of begging for mercy?

Chen Yun frowned and asked, "You know me?"

"Of course I do!" Weasel said excitedly, "It was your uncle who asked me to come to you!"

Chen Yun was shocked when he heard the word "uncle".

The jar in his hand fell to the ground by accident and rolled to the corner of the wall. Most of the white powder inside spilled out, flew into the air, and floated down like falling snow.

It's not that he's not calm, it's because most of Chen Yun's misfortune is due to this uncle.

His uncle's name is Chen Gou. Four years ago, after Chen Gou borrowed 500 million usury loans from Liuzhi, he left a huge amount of debt to Chen Yun. A 16-year-old high school student and Chen's grandfather, who had already been hospitalized for a long time, felt weird about himself. Missing, whereabouts unknown.

Speaking of which, Chen Guoyi has been a strange thing since he was young.As long as Chen Yun can remember, he has been idle. He doesn't know what to do all day long. He appears and disappears. He only stays at home for two months a year. He usually doesn't even call back. Even his grandfather doesn't know what he is doing. Work.

Chen Yun once guessed that he was probably also a liar who lived and drank in Southeast Asia relying on metaphysics.

Because in Chen Yun's short memory of getting along with him, this person used to hug him and tell various anecdotes and anecdotes, or teach himself the language and folk customs of the Golden Triangle area in Southeast Asia. transaction notes.

Therefore, he took this road, half of it was to get money to pay off the debt quickly, and the other half was because he might be able to find the whereabouts of this bastard.

I didn't expect that the person I couldn't find until my grandfather passed away would appear in the mouth of a monster today!

Chen Yun didn't even notice that her voice was trembling: "Evidence? How do you prove it?"

I’ve watched too many TV series of the weasel-human race, and I thought that confessing relatives would mean everyone hugging each other and crying in the warm bgm. Unexpectedly, Chen Yun reacted so violently, and hurriedly said: "Then...that note! Is it you? Uncle gave it to me!"

This incident in the Chen family was quite a big deal back then. Feng Bugui had heard the aunts and aunts on the street discussing the absurd deeds of Uncle Chen Yun [-] times, and seeing Chen Yun's pale face and beautiful eyes that were so red that they almost bleed, his heart Feeling sorry for him, they picked up the note on the ground that the weasel had said, and handed it to Chen Yun.

Feng Buui said anxiously: "Chen...Chen Yun, are you okay?"

When Chen Yun saw the handwriting, he believed it instantly.

Because the handwriting is too familiar to him.It was exactly the same as what was written in his uncle's notebook!

Chen Yun stepped on a pile of powder on the ground, grabbed the weasel by the nape of its neck, and asked sharply, "Say! Where is that bastard now?!"

The weasel trembled: "The ground...the ground."

Chen Yun: "?"

He frowned.

The weasel stammered, "Bone... ashes, the ashes on the ground, you lifted them up just now, and you stepped on them a few times!"

Chen Yun: "..."

His head exploded with a hum, absurdity, shock, anger, disbelief... mixed feelings, and he couldn't tell what it was like for a moment.

The light came in through the window sill, and there seemed to be countless white particles that had not completely fallen in the air, mixed with dust, slowly drifting down before his eyes.

The mottled image of Nuwa stared at Chen Yun with a pair of stone eyes through the light and dust, seemingly ruthlessly, but also sighing and compassionate.

"died?"

As the dust fell to the ground, Chen Yun finally squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.

No matter how slow the weasel was, it was aware of all the ghosts around and Feng Bu's hostility towards it at the moment, and the way it looked at it was like wanting to stew it.

The weasel shrank its furry head in fear, and explained like a cannonball:

"Master, master, died four years ago. Before he died, he told me to come and bring his ashes back, and to find you. The demon king has been chasing us for the past few years. Dare to come out after the limelight..."

Chen Yun interrupted, gritted his teeth and said, "If you're dead, what's the use of sending the ashes back now?! Where was grandpa when he was seriously ill? Where was he when we were threatened with a knife by the debt collector? He died quickly It's nothing to live and leave the living to suffer!"

He threw the weasel to the ground, leaned over and said coldly, "Take this pile of ashes and get out! Sprinkle it here, and I think it will dirty the land of my grandpa's house and mine!"

The weasel froze on the spot, suddenly bounced up, and said anxiously: "No! Sir... my lord! The little ones get out of here, get out of here, but His Highness Long Zi must stay!"

Chen Yun frowned: "What dragon?"

The weasel looked at Feng Budui and the ghosts behind Chen Yun in embarrassment: "This is the secret of the demon clan..."

Chen Yun waved his hand and said indifferently, "Throw it out."

Feng Bugui rolled up his sleeves and said with a sinister smile, "Here we come!"

The weasel hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! This matter is a bit complicated, and it also involves what the owner has been doing for more than 20 years. Please give me some time to talk slowly!"

Chen Yun stared at it for a while, and finally let go: "Short story."

The weasel took a deep breath, with dark eyes: "This starts with the current demon king. The current demon clan is divided into fragments. Although there is a demon king in name, they basically operate independently. You should know that, right?"

Of course Chen Yun didn't know, so he looked enigmatic and didn't make a sound.

Feng Budui explained to Chen Yun: "The current demon king is a candle dragon. He has been in office since 1000 years ago, but it is said that he has not appeared in front of him for a long time and has been in retreat."

The weasel said bitterly: "Hey, it's not a retreat, that candle dragon is obviously guilty of being wrong!"

"Since Lord Nuwa and Human Emperor Fuxi made the covenant, the throne of our demon clan has been inherited by the descendants of Nuwa and the descendants of dragon and snake."

"However, more than 1000 years ago, Zhulong took advantage of the young dragon son to harm the dragon son and proclaimed himself the demon king. Since then, the demon clan began to split up, fell into a slump, and was seized by the human race..."

When it raised its eyes, it saw two standard humans staring at it expressionlessly, and quickly changed the subject:

"In short, that candle dragon is not a good thing. It is cruel by nature and has no good intentions towards human beings! The owner accidentally learned that the dragon son was not killed by the candle dragon, but his whereabouts were unknown, so he has been living in it since more than 20 years ago. Looking around for the whereabouts of the dragon, until four years ago..."

"Four years ago, he found a portrait in the hands of a Burmese." Weasel said in a low voice, "It turns out that Longzi has been hiding in the painting all these years, so he escaped from Zhulong's capture. He spent 500 million and bought it. This painting finally rescued Long Zi."

"However, on the way back home, Long Zi's aura was detected by the demon king, who sent his men to hunt down and kill him. The master ordered him to temporarily seal Long Zi's aura..."

It wiped its eye sockets with its paws: "You can stew me, but please make sure to keep the dragon son. The fate of our monster clan, and even the fate of the entire Shenzhou, are in your hands!"

The author says:

Weasels can't be stewed, they are wild animals.