Lie Huo Jiao Chou

At the end of Dongchuan, the mountain torn apart by Mithril smashed through the winding mountain road, exposing bones.The bronze coffin also sank into the depths of the pool along with the rolling rocks. After the earthquake, the coffin lid was lifted aside, revealing Aluojin's indistinguishable face.

There were dark red steel nails nailed between his eyebrows, which made his originally stretched and delicate eyebrows a little more cramped, adding a strange and ferocious aura, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

On the cliff, billowing dark clouds gathered in the night sky, covering the bright night sky.Therefore, the staff of the Alien Control Bureau who were cleaning up the scene did not see that the moon hanging on the top of the mountain had a blood-red fringe.

At the same time, in the depths of the dead pool, whispers sounded from somewhere, and then, a very thin singing sound flowed over with the water waves, circling around the bronze coffin like needle points.

The water flow also rotated, stirring up countless tiny air bubbles.

Gradually, those bubbles gathered together to form a human figure. Following the rhythm of singing, the "person" circled around the coffin, sang, and tapped on the bronze coffin.

thump-thump-

Blood began to ooze from the walls of the bronze coffin. Those blood beads were not compatible with water, and flowed down in defiance of the laws of physics. They turned around from time to time, bypassing something, until the walls of the coffin were completely stained with blood, and the hidden gloomy sacrificial text was highlighted. .

The sound of singing and beating on the coffin became more and more urgent. Every time the bronze coffin rang, the gloomy sacrificial texts in the coffin became clearer. Then, those sacrificial texts seemed to come alive, "swimming" from the four walls to the bottom of the coffin, and got into the coffin. Alozin's body.

thump—

The nail in A Luojin's palm jumped up slightly, and his blue fingers trembled violently.

The "person" formed by the bubbles stretched out its "hand" and caressed Aluojin's forehead. The sound of the water was mixed with the ancient witch man's language, and he murmured: "He sealed us in Chiyuan forever, leaving only The mediocre mortals want to let these ants steal their lives, kill the wolves, and only the sheep are left, and the world will be peaceful. Look at this, a group of bastards who only got a few drops of blood can be hugged by others, Tell me, isn't it ridiculous?"

Boom—the nails on Aluojin's leg bones also came loose.

"The monster race has fallen, are you all right? The witch race, the mountain people, the shadow people... they thought they were human, and they all disappeared? You guys, even the bones of the people will be turned out and blown up twice."

There was a toothache "creak" sound from the bronze coffin, and the nail between Aluojin's eyebrows was pushed up bit by bit by the bloody gloomy sacrificial scripture.

The "person" made of bubbles bent down and said in Aluojin's ear: "Your name is not listed in the history books of the human race, fool, you have seen it for thousands of years. You witches How can you be a prankster who deserves to share the peace and prosperity? Your childhood sweetheart brother can kill you once, and he can kill you a second time... still awake!"

The bronze coffin fell apart suddenly, and the gloomy sacrificial text spread from Aluojin like blood.

The "person" in the water chuckled, turned into a handful of froth again, and drifted away leisurely.

It took Sheng Lingyuan a long time to figure out that although this place was called a "hotel", it was not specialized in selling alcohol.

It was already midnight, but there were still people coming and going in the lobby.

First, a group of elderly old men and women walked past them chirping, all wearing little yellow hats, and the old women looked like they were competing for beauty, wearing colorful headscarves, looking from a distance, they looked like a group of birds with reversed males and females.

Then, without waiting for Sheng Lingyuan to look carefully, a very thin young girl ran over in a hurry, dragging a box that was almost half her height, she held up her mobile phone, and said to someone: "Yes...I am on a business trip, Now back to Yong'an, the flight at night... Don't worry, I will let you see the latest version of the plan before boarding the plane!"

Sheng Lingyuan looked to the left and right, and saw that there were no guards or entourage around the girl, and everyone turned a blind eye to her, and no one even helped her with a box.

He calculated in his mind that it was more than a thousand miles from Dongchuan to Yong'an, and he was traveling late at night. Let alone a girl alone, even a small troop of cavalry was extremely vigilant.

For a moment, Sheng Lingyuan suspected that he had misjudged, thinking: Does this seem like a mortal woman is a rare master?

"What kind of expert, it looks like a hard worker." Xuanji "heard" his doubts, took the room card from a colleague, and said casually, "I'm on a business trip, no one is there to receive me, and I work around the clock for 24 hours. Of course I have to catch up at night." Come on, the red-eye flight saves money... Oh, it's the plane that takes off in the middle of the night-you know the plane, the one we took when we came."

Sheng Lingyuan stared at the girl's back in surprise, seeing her trembling at the entrance of the hotel lobby, being blown by the night wind, she really didn't look like she had any supernatural powers, and then a car came, and she stopped it casually, without even asking. Don't ask a question, just jump up and leave.

"That's a taxi," Xuan Ji said, "the driver—oh, it's the driver, who specializes in pulling people, and charges according to the distance."

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help asking: "Isn't she afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of walking at night? I don't know, but everyone is like this. They want to make a living... hey!"

While talking, a colleague from the local Alien Control Bureau came over, carrying a few large bags.The group of them "crashed" and rolled on the spot in the swamp. They were so embarrassed that they didn't look human. The colleague who arranged for them to stay went to pick up some clothes and daily necessities, and packed some fast food from the 24-hour shop. .

A colleague said: "This is what was left over from the sports meeting organized by our unit last year. Originally, the leaders of the General Administration came over and should buy some good ones for the big guys, but I don't know what size you all wear. I'm afraid it won't fit. For sportswear, it’s not a big problem to make it bigger or smaller, just make do with it first.”

"You're welcome, you're very helpful." Xuan Ji thanked the people, then turned around and called Sheng Lingyuan, who was still in a daze, to go upstairs, opened a bottle of Coke as he walked, and drank it by himself, sighing, "Ah, I'm hungry and cold. Colleagues saved my dog's life—Your Majesty, would you like a bottle?"

Sheng Lingyuan stared sternly at the bottle of bubbling little black water.

In this way, His Majesty's first sip of human fireworks after "coming down to earth" is "Fat House Happy Water", which seems to have established a life style that will never be raised again.

"I told people that you are my sword spirit, and now I can only make do with me for a night, and we will talk about other things later." Xuan Ji said, and took him up to the 31st floor.

The corridor of the hotel is very clean, and it is also a magnificent local style. When you get off the elevator, you will be greeted with a picture of proud snow and winter plums, with a dazzling crystal lamp above your head. Your majesty likes the sound-absorbing carpet under your feet the most. I feel that the "host" has a heart ... It's just that the rooms are arranged too densely, which is a bit awkward - with Sheng Lingyuan's hearing ability, standing in the elevator shaft, he can hear all kinds of movements in the nearby rooms.

There was an earth-shattering snoring sound from one room, and that person seemed to be a little short of breath, stopping for a few seconds from time to time, as if he would die at any time.

Next door, a group of people didn't know what game to play, they were laughing and making noise, and they didn't sleep until it was almost dawn.

Also, in the room on his right, a couple of dogs and men are busy and talking a lot, chatting while doing it. His Majesty's modern Chinese hearing is average, and he dare not say that he understands it correctly, but even if he guesses again and again, he I feel that these two seem to be discussing how to kill each other's original partner.

Forced to listen to the "real-time broadcast" in his heart, Xuan Ji swiped his room card with a trembling hand: "You should move quickly, Your Majesty!"

Why is curiosity so heavy, and I am not afraid of boils in my ears!

Xuan Ji found that Sheng Lingyuan, no matter what he saw, had a calm expression on his face, and he never showed any strangeness like "grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden"... If it wasn't for the "Bluetooth" connection in his heart, Xuan Ji He was probably fooled by it.

After the majesty entered the door, he touched everything calmly, and quickly made a rough inference on their purpose.

Not to mention, the guess is almost inseparable, except for a few things that are slightly wrong——

"That's soap, for washing your hands, not a snack."

"A hole in the wall? That's a power supply... No, no, no, there is no safety hazard. Every family has it. You are merciful. There is no lightning charm inside... Yes, it is not Xiao Zhengshi's method, it is distributed by the power plant of."

"That's the vent of the air conditioner, no...you don't need to block it, and generally no one injects poison into it."

"The water in the tap cannot be drunk directly, it is not clean."

When Xuan Ji said this, she heard Sheng Lingyuan thinking "at least it doesn't smell like medicine", so she was silent for a moment: "Are you insulting our happy water?"

As he spoke, he opened a bag of fried chicken in a fit of righteous indignation.

When Sheng Lingyuan was in Jianli, he saw Xuan Ji cooking at home. At that time, he thought that this little demon had outstanding skills and was the patriarch of the clan, so it was okay to live a "luxurious" life.

It wasn't until then that he realized that it didn't seem to be the case.

I saw the fat-soaked meat was put together hastily, and there were no bowls and chopsticks, and it didn't look expensive at all. It was covered with a layer of colorful skin, which was torn off by Xuan Ji and rolled aside.

Sheng Lingyuan picked it up and took a closer look, and was shocked to find that there were words on it!There was no paper in the era of the Kyushu melee, and the writing was done with bamboo slips and stone slabs, which was very grand.Even the shaman clan who wrote with leaves, those utensils that recorded words are precious and sacred... These people actually use them to rub oil!

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say a word, but he couldn't help but frowned, thinking: "It's okay to be extravagant elsewhere, this is too inappropriate."

Xuan Ji: "..."

"We not only have words on the oil-rubbed paper, but also some straw papers that are rubbed with oil. They are all printed in batches, not luxury goods." Xuan Ji sighed, "Your Majesty, aren't you hungry?"

Sheng Lingyuan thought of the medicinal "Happy Water" just now, and shook his head reservedly: "Well, thank you, I don't need it."

Even though Xuan Ji, a little demon, has wings of her own, she doesn't feel "harmful" when she gnaws on chicken wings, and she is not soft-spoken.I don't know how those yellow skins are made, they are very crispy, and they make a "click" sound when chewed.Sheng Lingyuan's ears were like rats. His Majesty felt that it was indecent to stare at people eating, so he looked around.

The room is very small, it is a so-called "standard room", two snow-white single beds can be seen when entering the door.The mattress is soft and the quilt pillows are clean, even by Sheng Lingyuan's standards, they can't be said to be simple, but they are not particular about it, and there is not even a bed curtain on top.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are sealed, but the curtains are not drawn. This is the 31st floor. Standing by the window, you can see the lights of Wanjia.

Unlike the small county town near Chiyuan, Dongchuan City is a big city.Under the brilliant lights, even the stars in the sky are dimmed. The city is built on the hills, and the large tall buildings are undulating with the terrain. .

At this time, the dew was even deeper. Although there was no traffic jam, there were still many pedestrians on the street.

There is a grand theater downstairs of the hotel, and there happened to be a singer holding a concert here. The concert ended in the early morning, and a large crowd of spectators poured out of it. The side of the road was full of little girls waving lights, in groups of three or five, Jumping and jumping, there are more people in this mountain area than Sheng Lingyuan remembered.

He couldn't help being drawn to the window, staring intently at the crowd under the neon lights.

Sheng Lingyuan was looking out the window, while Xuan Ji was looking at his back.At that moment just now, Xuan Ji discerned a little positive emotion in Sheng Lingyuan's mind for the first time, and it's not very happy, it's just that those murmurs that kept surging up and being suppressed forcibly disappeared temporarily like an undercurrent up.

Xuan Ji "heard" him thinking half with emotion and half with doubt: "How many people are there?"

"Dongchuan?" Xuan Ji thought for a while with a potato fries in his mouth, "I don't know the details, I guess there are tens of thousands."

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned, and Xuan Ji felt that he was at a loss. It may be that his imagination limited his mathematics, and His Majesty the Emperor was unable to construct the concept of this order of magnitude.

This rare ignorance gave him a bit of humanity, and Xuan Ji couldn't help laughing: "Don't you really want to try it? Or you can take a bath first, just in time for our current bad luck , so I can tell you how to turn on the shower—a change of clothes is in the bag over there."

"Water comes out of the nozzle over there, turn the red side to heat the water, and the other side to add cold water... Those bottles are filled with shampoo, body wash, etc. The bottles are all about the same size, and the contents inside I know It’s pretty much the same, just pick a bottle of water after wiping and flushing..."

Xuan Ji showed him the toilet tools in the bathroom, and Sheng Lingyuan could naturally "see" the use of these things in his mind. It was easy to waste so much, but there are so many new things. Thousands of years have passed. Everything he was familiar with during his lifetime was overthrown, even though His Majesty's ability to accept is amazing, he still couldn't help but be overwhelmed, his gaze was always a few seconds slower than Xuan Ji's words, and he seemed lonely and at a loss.

Xuan Ji followed his feelings and imagined for a while, and her tone softened involuntarily: "Actually, it's not complicated, and you'll get used to it after using it twice... If you have any questions, just call me."

"Yeah." Sheng Lingyuan pretended to be nonchalant, looked away from the shampoo, nodded, "so cute."

"Okay, we have to save face." Xuan Ji thought helplessly.

As soon as this thought came to him, the next moment, he met His Majesty the Human Emperor's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Xuan Ji's heart tightened, and a first-level alarm immediately popped up, and Sheng Lingyuan asked: "I just wanted to say, how old are you, why are you so hungry? Don't you all have 'bigu' since childhood?"

This sentence is like a firm, precise and ruthless hook. Xuan Ji was not on guard for a while, and relaxed too much, and he was caught off guard by countless memory images——