Lie Huo Jiao Chou

In Area W of the basement [-]th floor of the Different Control Bureau, there are small coffin-like boxes, uniformly painted with white paint, with seals engraved on them, and a box is suddenly missing in the middle, like a missing front tooth—Zhichundao The fragments, even the box and the knife, are all gone.

"Director Xiao, the knife is not there when the power supply system fails, and there is no monitoring."

Xiao Zheng crossed his hips and took a breath. Sometimes modern technology is really unreliable.

"Except for W area, we regularly strengthen and update the restrictions in other areas, especially near the mutated mirror flower and water moon butterfly." The administrator explained weakly, and then muttered, "But this thief carefully bypassed I think he is quite familiar with the internal management of the Bureau.”

Xiao Zheng frowned and looked at the gap - that's right, did he spend so much effort just to steal a broken knife, was he full?

The so-called sword spirit must be attached to the blade, and the blade is equivalent to his body.If the blade were destroyed, the fragments would be like a box of ashes.Just because a person dies after being disassembled into eight pieces doesn’t mean that the person can still survive if the eight pieces are sewn up again—no matter how good a surgeon or sewing machine is, this is common sense.

Xuan Ji watched coldly for a moment, then suddenly said, "Have you investigated the news about Yan Qiushan?"

"I checked, but I didn't pursue it to the end." Xiao Zheng sighed, "Yan Qiushan didn't break the law."

It is personal freedom to come to work or not. At most, the unit can withhold wages and dismiss people from public positions.

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a moment, took out his personal mobile phone, and dialed a number. Not surprisingly, a mechanical male voice came from inside: "The number you dialed is an empty number——"

So he dug out WeChat again and opened the address book. Yan Qiushan’s WeChat profile picture was his own work ID photo, and the WeChat name was his real name, nothing fancy at all. The last photo he posted in Moments showed a thin, The silhouette of a tall man, standing in front of the window, looking out, his slender limbs were chained, his shirt was hanging empty on his body, his brows were blocked by his somewhat long hair, only a clearly defined jaw was exposed, his pursed The corners of the mouth turned downward, revealing a little gloom.

The text attached to the photo is: "The young master wants to eat Maoxuewang, and he can't do it. The brothers who live nearby recommend a food delivery shop [laughing and crying]. PS, I think he is much better today."

The private messages between Xiao Zheng and Yan Qiushan were still a few years ago, and the last dozen or so messages were Xiao Zheng unilaterally asking where Yan Qiushan was, but the other party never replied.

Xiao Zheng edited a message and sent it: "Zhichun's fragments have been stolen. No matter what you hear recently, don't act rashly. Be careful! Receive it quickly!"

But the message passed through the sea of ​​people, and once again seemed to be thrown into the endless void, without any response.

"Those who steal knives have touched the prohibition will leave traces. Contact various places, units, and departments, and pay close attention to the abnormal energy monitoring network. The focus is on transportation hubs and public places with relatively large traffic." Xiao Zheng put his phone back. In his pocket, he tried his best not to show disappointment, paused, and then said, "Publish information about Yan Qiushan on the intranet..."

Someone asked in a low voice: "Director, are you wanted?"

"Wanted for what?" Xiao Zheng said coldly, "In the name of...emergency 'witness protection'."

The Different Control Bureau searched for the lost broken knife, and there was no such thing as a "rehabilitation officer" like Xuan Ji. Putting on his coat, he came out of the Different Control Bureau building, swiped his employee card, and opened the closed cableway on the top of the mountain. The cableway is at the bottom of the mountain Not far from the stop, there is a long-distance bus station. He was lucky, and he caught a bus as soon as he arrived at the stop, which can go directly to the city.

At this time, it began to rain in fine and dense amounts outside the window, the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply, and the wet rainwater was soon mixed with snow slag.

Xuan Ji put the hood of the coat on her head, and the phone rang.Seeing the caller ID, his slightly tense expression suddenly relaxed: "Hello, Mom."

On the phone, an angry female voice yelled: "Did you block me again? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you post on Moments for a long time?"

Xuan Ji: "I am more wronged than Qin Xianglian..."

"That must be a broken relationship," the old lady said firmly, "I don't know you yet? If you don't talk for a week, you can suffocate you eight times!"

Xuan Ji: "..."

"Tell me quickly, who is blind and dumped our big baby, mom is happy... No, I will scold you for you."

"I'm not broken in love... No, I'm not talking about it...Really, isn't this just getting used to work? The life of grassroots civil servants is not human... Why does my voice sound like mourning? No? Hmm...Maybe Lack of sleep... What are you talking about? You don't need to pay me if you're not poor... Hey, that's fine."

After Xuan Ji answered the phone, a red envelope from his "mother" popped up on WeChat, with the words "buying money for pancakes" on it.

The old lady is determined to carry out the "poverty alleviation" work to the end, so she must give him money.

"Who will make Baishan filial piety first?" Xuan Ji thought helplessly, "It's just as long as she is happy."

So he "reluctantly" opened the red envelope, and a "huge sum" of five yuan jumped out of it.

Xuan Ji: "..."

What a pancake money!

The bus passes through the light rain, and soon you can see clusters of high-rise buildings in Yong'an City. Commuters board the bus one after another, and various smells are mixed. Xuanji is in it, stained with human fireworks. personal illusion.Giving up his seat to an elderly man, his eyes sank, and he used his mobile phone to book a high-speed rail ticket to the nearest Chiyuan.

The outermost edge of Chiyuan Grand Canyon is a tourist attraction, and a little further inside is a virgin forest marked with "stop tourists". It is here that Sheng Lingyuan, who was alarmed by the gloomy festival, met those "donkey friends".

Xuan Ji sat on the train for half the night, then transferred to the tourist bus to the Grand Canyon, found a place where no one was around, took off her shirt, flew directly over the hinterland of the canyon, and arrived at the deepest part of Chiyuan—the place was eerily quiet, and the birds There was no sound of insects at all, only gnarled old trees and parasitic vines, entangled with each other, so dense that the sun could not be seen, and the growth was extremely crowded.

This is a mountain in the depths of Chiyuan.

Xuan Ji retracted his wings, casually put on his shirt, held the coat in one hand, and put the other hand on his chest, and muttered something silently, a flame rose from his palm and sank into the ground.

The ground shook, and then, a deep sigh sounded from the depths of the Grand Canyon, as if an invisible enchantment had been opened by him, and the surroundings where the needles could be heard immediately became noisy, and suddenly there were countless whispers, and the plants also seemed to Come to life, the tangled ancient wood slowly moved its position, making way for a passage, and the snake-like vines hung down, rubbing against his feet flatteringly.

Xuan Ji walked through the mountain on the road vacated by Gu Mu with ease, and Gu Mu closed up behind him again.

Passing through that passage, there is actually an open space inside, like a sharp knife directly cutting off the entire cliff, and the exposed stone cut surface is abnormally smooth.

Layers upon layers of black mist emerged from the ground, cliffs, rock crevices, and dense forests, floating in the air, transforming into various images.

Some are in human form, some are just bones, some are human, some are half-human and half-animal... There are still some that can't be seen because they are just a bunch of stumps.

These are the embers left by the Chiyuan fire.

They either died in battle in Kyushu, or died of starvation and starvation in the turmoil of the war. The fear and pain left behind, lingering in the depths of the abyss, and in every turbulent year, it will be like dry wood under a raging fire.

They are his true "clan".

The woman on the phone who can laugh, scold, and tease him with red envelopes is not... She and others are just phantoms that he met by chance when he was indulging in the world of mortals.

His predecessor used his body as a sacrifice, suppressed the rioting Chiyuan, turned into a wisp of smoke and dust, and left this ghost place to him.

As soon as Xuan Ji was "born", he was surrounded by endless negative emotions, and the pain that the ghosts could not relieve was all on him. He fought them to the death for decades, and finally calmed down their anger , the "Holy Fire" ring condensed out of the altar again.

Only when the Fire Keeper gets the "Sacred Fire Ring" can he leave Chi Yuan for a short time and move freely, because before that, Chi Yuan has not surrendered, and he is also one of the prisoners trapped here.

There was a sound of horse neighing, and a group of cavalry surged up in the black mist, floating in mid-air, galloping towards Xuan Ji, rolling up in front of Xuan Ji, the horse's iron hooves raised high, and the cavalry on horseback dismounted and saluted.

"Get up, let me say, let's keep up with the times in the future, okay? Don't engage in these red tapes." Xuan Ji didn't button up her shirt, put her coat on her shoulders in a rough manner, and glanced at the strange shadow in the black mist , "It's been peaceful recently... Well, a while ago, someone was making wind and rain outside, and they made a gloomy sacrifice outside. It's good that it didn't affect the altar."

The cavalry condensed by the black mist stood up in unison, guarding on both sides respectfully, leading him the way. Suddenly, the leading cavalry glanced at his empty hands, and made a vague voice in his throat: "Holy fire!" ..."

"Don't mention the ring, it's hard to say." Xuan Ji waved his hand, "I came back for it, and went to the altar."

The cavalryman seemed a little anxious, and raised his hand to stop him.

There are some ancient objects in the altar, which were brought back from the world by Xuanji's predecessors who occasionally left Chiyuan, and they are all spiritual. This cavalry is the spirit of one of the ancient armors.It is because of these things that Xuan Ji can understand some old sayings with a southern accent and a northern accent.

It's just that these spirits have been in Chiyuan for a long time, and their sanity will inevitably be disturbed, and they can't speak clearly, so they are not good "foreign teachers", so Xuan Ji always stammers when speaking elegant words to Sheng Lingyuan.

They are all like him, they have been exposed to wind and sun for a long time, and they don't remember their origins.

"Holy flame...is a seal, protecting you..." The cavalryman said with difficulty, and made a gesture on his temple, "Don't... damage it."

Xuan Ji frowned: "You said the holy fire was a seal? What was it sealed?"

The cavalryman stretched out his hand and drew a big circle: "Memory...all."

Xuan Ji asked: "Whose memory? Mine?"

"All," the cavalryman waved his hand, "Firekeeper."

Xuan Ji was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "You mean that the memory I received was incomplete because some of the memory was sealed in the holy fire ring?"

The cavalry formed from the black mist nodded.

Xuan Ji: "What is sealed in the ring?"

"Bad ones," said the trooper. "Protect you. Every generation of Firekeepers . . . has. Born with new Firekeepers."

Xuan Ji's heart sank - in retrospect, before he got the holy fire ring, he was really ignorant in Chiyuan, but he thought it was because the long memory inheritance was not completed.

Looking at it now, it may be just the opposite—his memory was passed on at the moment of birth, but there were dozens of tragic deaths in it, and 3000 years of karma added to his body, which was too painful, so the ring grew The new holy fire stone sealed the part that he couldn't bear.

Where does every holy flint come from?

Now that the holy fire stone is broken, what will happen to him?

There are 35 stone tablets in the Chiyuan Fire Keeper Altar. After each Fire Keeper dies, such a piece will be left behind. The date of birth and death is engraved on the stone tablet, and there is no other information.

Xuan Ji came to the most mottled piece - the stone tablet of the first firekeeper and stood still.

I saw the engraving on the top of the stone tablet: Daqi Qizheng six years, at the turn of midnight.

In Wannianyi, Xuan Ji entered two coordinates of time and place, not just playing around.

The second set of time and space are the time and space coordinate points where Emperor Wu killed the demon king, because at that time he noticed someone behind him, and he had a flash of inspiration, and wanted to use this time and space coordinates to test the identity of the other party.

And what he really wants to check through the Wannianyi is actually the first set of space-time coordinates—he is not trying the machine, nor is he looking at the snow scene.

What he entered was "the turn of midnight of the sixth year of Qizheng in Qizheng", which is the day when the first firekeeper was "born".

In Xuan Ji's weird dream, he sneaked into Sheng Lingyuan's bedroom "by himself", with the intention of saying goodbye.At the moment of midnight, he in the dream was sucked in by a black hole behind him, and at the same time, he heard a distant "cheng", as if someone was performing some kind of ritual.

It was midwinter in the dream, Emperor Wu's "Duling Palace" was lit up all night, and it was snowing heavily outside.

And when he entered "Qizheng at the turn of the sixth year of midnight, Duling Palace", the weather simulated by the multimeter happened to be snowing heavily.

Could this be a coincidence?

Bai Ying from the Different Control Bureau said that he was "the bone that was dug out from the ancestral grave by the Human Emperor and sealed in Chiyuan". What did he mean?

On the way back to Chiyuan, on the train, Xuanji used her mobile phone to rummage through the information transferred from the Alien Control Bureau, and soon noticed a very unusual thing——Dishi Danli was in Qizheng No. [-] He was executed at the end of the year.

And in the second year after Danli's death, that is, from the sixth year of Qizheng, the history books that originally only recorded the year and major events began to mention Chiyuan-they dispatched human powers to the vicinity of Chiyuan every year, and the observation records are the most recent The distance between the weeds and the Chiyuan boundary markers is used to judge the temperature of Chiyuan.

Since the sixth year of Qizheng, the barren land around Chiyuan has shrunk year by year, which means its temperature has dropped.

why?

Chiyuan's temperature drop, is it a natural reaction, or did someone do something?

Xuan Ji always thought that their "Fire Keeper", who had suffered eight lifetimes of blood misfortune, was born, but now all signs show that the so-called "Fire Keeper" was sealed here.

Xuan Ji's hand slowly caressed the mottled stone tablet of the Fire Keeper, and he suddenly remembered that at the Witchman's Tomb, Sheng Lingyuan still had a disagreement, so he wanted to nail himself and A Luojin into a string, but later on In the forest park, the man blocked him again without hesitation... It really wasn't a conscience discovery.

Xuan Ji lowered her head and smiled softly.

Sheng Lingyuan's attitude changed drastically, just after seeing his background from his memory——

Where does the Human Sovereign get his conscience?Why can't he remember such an important knowledge point when he is old?

Blue veins appeared on the back of Xuan Ji's hand suddenly, and he pinched a crack on the stone tablet of the Fire Keeper.

"You and I...what kind of enmity?"

At this time, Xuanji's phone vibrated a few times. It was when he was hunted down by A Luojin in Dongchuan, and Ping Qianru temporarily pulled the group and forgot to block it.

Team Wang posted a few short videos in the group—"Brother Yuyang blowing the xun on the street, he was surprised to see the wonderful sight of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, not magic."

Wang Ze's bastard yelled in the group: "Director Xuan! You are on fire! Have you signed the full responsibility agreement? Sign it quickly! From now on, you will be on the platform, receive advertisements, earn 30 yuan a month, and never have to go to work again!"