Lie Huo Jiao Chou

The apprentices rushed to get Mithril out of the trunk, and then the group of people held big weapons in their arms, but squeezed each other and shrank back shoulder to shoulder.

People's fear of the invisible and invisible to the naked eye can probably be traced back to the origin of Homo sapiens.Bacteria, viruses, toxins, bad luck...even the ghosts that I imagined to scare myself based on the above things are more frightening than tangible monsters.

This made Sheng Lingyuan even more confused - the "weapons" these people used to blow up the mountain and deal with the scarecrow were actually the same kind.

Before he could see the "secret silver" clearly, he felt a little bad water in Xuan Ji's heart. He looked back and saw Xuan Ji gesturing to Luo Cuicui.

Luo Cuicui held her breath, made a big gesture, and then "stretched" a few green radish stalks from her wrists with a blushing neck, and the green vines fell to the ground, rustling close to the secret Yin's apprentices quietly walked around the ankles of several people.

Then Xuanji raised the phone, Luo Cuicui yanked the rattan, and at the same time, a female ghost screamed audio just stepped on the drumbeat.

"Ghost! A ghost is scratching my feet!"

The crowd exploded with a loud voice.

Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", Mithril went off fire!

Sheng Lingyuan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and the palm of his hand almost touched the heat emanating from Mithril. On the one hand, he had never seen such a weapon before, and was shocked by the powerful energy and simple operation. He is not familiar with modern horror movies, so he didn't follow the plot, and he was confused. He didn't understand why these people were scared to pee.

The apprentices in gray Tang suits held Mithril in their arms, like toddlers holding sharp knives in their arms. When they were in danger, the weapons were not only incapable of self-defense, but they were not enough to hit their own knives.

The mithril that escaped shot a meteor-like white light directly into the distance, drew a gorgeous parabola, and then hit the road. The whole road was cut into two sections from the middle, and the panicked disciples were in a mess. He was blinded by the light again.

Wang Ze: "Zhang Zhao!"

Zhang Zhao clicked the time to pause, and Wang Ze and Xuan Ji moved at the same time!

...the cooperation is not very tacit.

As soon as Wang Dui snapped his fingers, water droplets condensed in the humid air in Dongchuan, and quickly formed a film, pasting on Hui Tang suit and his apprentices. Firmly "handcuffed" so that it cannot fire again.

But Xuan Ji planned to directly heat the barrel of the "Mithril" gun, so that the grandchildren let go of the heat.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't discuss it well in advance, and the result of doing it at the same time was that there happened to be a "fire and water balance"-"water handcuffs" made Xuan Ji roast evaporate!

Pig mate!

Wang Ze's veins were throbbing: "Director Xuan, do you still remember that you are a logistics worker?"

Xuan Ji: "The whole world has forgotten, but I remember, is it useful!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

His migraine hadn't passed yet, and his temples were throbbing because of the yelling from these two.

The precious one-second pause was skipped just like that, and Hui Tangzhuang immediately came back to his senses: "Who is it?!"

Zhang Zhao was very desperate. He snatched a second, but he had to return it later. The speed of other things around him meant that they would become slow-motion players.After all, the old man in the gray Tang suit has two brushes, and he knew in the blink of an eye that he had been tricked by someone, and the audio of Xuanji's frightening ghost scream just now leaked their location!

Old man in gray Tang suit: "You rat!"

He jerked out a piece from his sleeve, the size of a handkerchief, dusty and shaped like a rag.

The "rag" fell to the ground and immediately spread to the surroundings. The ground under the feet of the Alien Control Bureau team turned into a swamp. Except for Xuan Ji with wings, everyone was dragged down by the swamp.

Ping Qianru reacted the quickest, and immediately lay down on the ground, laying her dead body upright at Sheng Lingyuan's feet.

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at her in astonishment. Ping Qianru seemed to want to confirm that this was the so-called "Sword Spirit" and not the big devil who was struck by lightning. Reduce the pressure."

Xuan Ji: "Squeeze your size, get out of the way!"

Gray Tang suit snatched a handful of mithril and aimed at the few people "captured" by the swamp.

Sheng Lingyuan sighed, and probably understood why "Qingping Division" shut down Zhang Daji later.

He raised one hand, made a mudra, and at the same time muttered a shaman language in a low voice.

The swamp under his feet was like an obedient child, "rolling up" from the ground in response, and then rose into the air, covering Hui Tang suit and his group of apprentices.

Xuan Ji was stunned: "Is this the curse of the witch race?"

Sheng Lingyuan let out a "hmm".

Xuan Ji immediately asked: "But how can the old gray rabbit know how to use it? Could it be that they deciphered the witch man language?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer, but Xuan Ji saw a scene in his heart - the young human emperor was lying on the stone table, dipping fish bones in special flower juice, and brushing strokes on the incorruptible leaves. Translate Shaman language into ancient Chinese.Chinese characters are different from shaman language. They are horizontal and vertical, with edges and corners. If you are not careful, you will scratch the leaves. You have to be as careful as carving on an eggshell.Little Aluojin propped his head up and looked aside, hypnotized by his slow motion, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he swayed from side to side for a while, and fell into the flower juice used for writing, the flower juice splashed everywhere, Sheng Lingyuan was so exhausted that he was covered in "peach blossoms", and the leaves that had been written with great difficulty became colorful, so he caught A Luojin and beat him up.

This scene disappeared in a flash, so fast that Xuan Ji almost thought it was his own illusion.

There is no record of the witch race in history, as if it never existed.Only things like "Mirror Flower, Water Moon Butterfly" have been handed down, people "talk about the butterfly's color", if they know its source, probably "Witch People" will enter the villain material library of novels and movies again.

Lord Yuede probably only thought that the ancient tomb they dug up belonged to some ancient tribe with weird customs. When the society evolved into a feudal society, it quietly disappeared into the waves of history.

Even if the Dongchuang incident is revealed, people probably only care about Yue Degong deceiving the world and endangering public safety. No one knows what they destroyed, and no one cares.

Hui Tangzhuang opened fire, and the bullets collided fiercely with the backlash spell, and Hui Tangzhuang and a group of apprentices were all overturned.Before the old man regained his eyesight and got up, the wrist holding Mithril suddenly "squeaked", followed by severe pain, and Gray Tang Suit screamed out.

When the white light dissipated, the disciples were shocked to find that their master was kneeling on the ground, his broken wrist was pressed behind him, his neck was raised unnaturally, and his eyes had already been pinched.

Xuan Ji quickly shouted in her heart: "Your Majesty, keep someone!"

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, Xuan Ji immediately acted as an interpreter for him, and shouted at the stunned apprentices: "Put down your weapon! Otherwise, you will screw your master's head off!"

The gray Tang suit was pulled away in response, and the "secret silver" in the hands of all the apprentices fell to the ground.

"Wait," until all the dangerous weapons of mass destruction were confiscated and a group of criminal suspects were arrested and brought to justice, Team Wang still hadn't come to his senses, "Aren't we law enforcement officers? Why did the scene just now seem to have been scripted by the villain ?”

After Xiao Zheng received the news, he flew over from Yong'an in person, and at the same time urgently mobilized support from the branch bureaus in other nearby provinces and cities, and arrested several senior disciples of Yue Degong overnight.

The altar of the Wuren tribe was blown up, but "If you want people to know, you have to do nothing." Yuedegong has occupied Dongchuan for nearly a hundred years, with countless disciples and grandchildren, and the tail is too big to lose. All kinds of transfer records, transaction records, and the "curse" found The technical evidence is conclusive, and even Granny Yu can't say anything.

In the Penglai conference room, all the bigwigs who had just challenged the Alien Control Bureau were as quiet as chickens, for fear of getting burned—they didn’t have the unique conditions for committing crimes like Yue Degong, and they couldn’t get the ancient witch spells, so they didn’t form. Such a frenzied "profit model", but if you look into it, no one can guarantee that they have never done similar things.

It wasn't until Director Xiao came to hand over that Xuan Ji and the others were able to rest, and the group was sent to a hotel in the city in a haphazard manner.From the moment Xuan Ji received this unlucky mission, she first discovered that her sword was not her own, and then she was involved in the grievances between His Majesty and the head of the witch patriarch. , exhausted, fell asleep on the way.

The chaotic dream suddenly dragged him down. In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the era of the Kyushu melee. His perspective kept changing. Sometimes he was a human, sometimes a demon, and sometimes some hidden humanoid race. Whatever it is, it will die in a different way.

Sometimes when he was attacked on the battlefield, he dreamed that he was squatting on the ground exhausted, trying to tear the bark to eat, but before he could put it in his mouth, he was beheaded by the enemy who appeared out of the darkness.

Sometimes he is a commoner of a certain clan, huddled in a dilapidated hut amidst the loud shouts of killing, unable to figure out what he is or who is fighting with whom outside, and then dies from a casually floating over The technique was as silent as an ant.

Sometimes he was a wandering refugee, with nothing but dead bodies and ashes in front of his eyes. His stomach was burning, and he couldn't take his eyes off the bloody corpses. Finally, he couldn't help but pounce on the rotten flesh on the bones.The corpses exposed on the roadside looked strange, and some corpses were still covered with vicious sorcery and curses, which were as corrosive as strong acid. While stuffing them into his mouth, he watched helplessly as his hands and esophagus were burned through. , but couldn’t stop at all... He was so hungry, he became a living hungry ghost, eating himself to death little by little...

Xuan Ji woke up in a cold sweat. The car that sent them had already stopped at the entrance of the hotel. The heart-piercing fear and hunger still lingered in his chest. Sheng Lingyuan was leaning on the car window and watching him: "Your dream is very strange." interesting."

Xuan Ji: "..."

By the way, his brain is now a hood!

Xuan Ji gritted her teeth, suppressed all her thoughts, and began to report the names of the dishes in her head. She was even more hungry for a while, and there seemed to be a smile in Sheng Lingyuan's eyes.

"That's right, me, Aluojin...even Danli, even if there are huge grievances and helplessness, compared to the world, it's nothing more... Well, thank you." Sheng Lingyuan lifted his foot and stepped out of the car, gracefully He nodded to the doorman who was helping him pull the car door, but he was dazzled by the magnificent lobby of the hotel just halfway through his words, and he forgot his words in a daze.

Facts have proved that the ancient people—even His Majesty the Emperor, have to become a bumpkin who has never eaten or seen in the contemporary era of extremely rich material.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a long time: "...What kind of temple is this place?"

"Hotel." The yawning Wang Dui got out of the car, finally thought he understood a word, and added a sentence, "Brother Jian... Sigh, what a bad name, why does it sound like a curse— —Welcome to the 21st century!"

It has been a long time since Sheng Lingyuan came, but he was first taken to a county hospital for isolation, and then turned into a sword. Although it looked fresh, it was limited to "seeing".

It wasn't until this time that he truly "descended to the mortal world" himself.