Lie Huo Jiao Chou

This small family room is only about ten square meters, and there are a dozen flaming iron chains hanging in the middle. It took less than three to five minutes to preheat the room into an oven, but the cold and damp atmosphere came from all directions. It spread over and strongly overwhelmed the heat of the flames, and water droplets gradually seeped out of the four walls like "returning to the south sky".

Xuan Ji's iron chains trapped the mysterious long-haired man, but he himself was overwhelmed by the cold atmosphere, and he didn't know who was trapping whom.

The tiny drops of water on the wall slid across, leaving wet marks, connected to each other, forming rows of words, protruding from the wall.

That is not any common language in the world, Xuan Ji glimpsed it from the corner of the eye, and a chill ran up the spine.

At this time, the person in charge of the field service of the Chiyuan Branch also heard about it, and rushed to the door in a hurry.

The door of the room was tightly sealed, and they didn't know what happened inside. The person in charge of the field office hurriedly separated everyone and knocked on the door: "Director Xuan, I am..."

"Push back the self-introduction part first," Xuan Ji interrupted the outsider, staring at the man trapped by the chain, he said quickly, "Transfer this hospital...everyone within ten kilometers of the hospital's radiation range , Immediately! Transfer all the people you can use and report to the headquarters!"

The person in charge of the field service at the gate didn't finish half a sentence, so he gave a series of orders in the face, and was confused for a while, and said in his heart: "Brother, who are you? As soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, you will arrange work for us." coming?"

From the day the Different Control Bureau was established, the field office has been superior to others.

Since ancient times, functional departments have felt that they are superior to others, and because the number of "special abilities" is limited after all, only the field service department has all "special abilities", and other logistics support departments are still dominated by ordinary people, and some "reduced" to doing logistics with ordinary people Most of their "special abilities" are useless and weird.

Even if the so-called "Rehabilitation Section" was sent by the General Administration, the local field staff only respected them superficially, and looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts--similar to the attitude of ancient generals towards eunuchs and supervising troops.

It would be troublesome to entertain them on normal business trips, not to mention this kind of nonsense.

The person in charge of the field service is relatively well-off, he paused, and patiently explained: "Leader, transferring residents is not a trivial matter, so what... transportation, material, economic losses, these are all things, not to mention causing panic to the people Let alone me, our sub-bureau chief can't be the master. Besides, our people are basically in the Grand Canyon now, and the mutant tree has not been cleaned up, so I really can't spare..."

Xuan Ji didn't talk about it, just ignored him, and shouted loudly: "Lao Luo, call Xiao Zheng and tell him that the mutant tree is an extra head, this is a 'gloomy sacrifice'!"

The person in charge of the field office felt that he was a social person with a high EQ, but he was still so angry that his chest was constricted by this kind of madness who commanded blindly and complained indiscriminately.

Unexpectedly, Xuanji added, as if he was afraid that he would not kill others, "I don't know what 'gloomy sacrifice' is, let him search it on the Internet!"

The person in charge of the field service: "..."

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Sheng Lingyuan listened to their words in the raging fire with great interest, like a very high-burning porcelain man, wrapped in the tongue of fire, he didn't even move his hair, and he still felt quite warm, his pale face was reflected by the fire: " You seem to recognize the sacrificial text? That's rare."

Xuan Ji sneered and said, "I can still fight with the Eight-Power Allied Forces."

Sheng Lingyuan felt that what he said was not good, but he was not angry. He just asked in a tone of asking a lost child: "The blood feud between the monster clan and the human race has been going on for generations. What's going on again? Did you suffer some kind of grievance, did you betray the clan? Or did you do something wrong and was exiled by the clan?"

At this moment, Xuan Ji already felt that the cold sweat on his back was about to freeze, and goose bumps appeared on his bare neck, but the blue lips did not stop him from saying: "Master, we are all 56 nationalities now. Where did you read the old almanac? You just betrayed the clan and were exiled, don’t you know that you have violated the law for defamation—Lao Luo, do you owe your phone bill and get through!”

After Xiao Zheng received Lao Luo's call, he was really taken aback, and said "wait a moment", he used his mobile phone to connect to the database of the intranet of the different control office, and searched for the so-called "gloomy sacrifice", but only a few investigations and punishments were found. The news link of the feudal superstition fraud gang, nothing of value.

"Is he bored again, making trouble out of nothing?" Xiao Zheng asked with a frown—the guy surnamed Xuan can definitely do such a thing, "You start the video, and I'll tell him directly."

The person in charge of the branch's field service snorted coldly, turned around and left, and the others looked at each other, and followed their boss to retreat.

Lao Luo could care less about one side than the other, because this "temporary worker" boss who was particularly capable of making troubles lost two hairs on the spot and suffered a serious work injury.

Before Lao Luo at the door connected to the video call, Sheng Lingyuan in the iron chain suddenly said inexplicably: "Little demon, don't let me go, be careful of getting hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron chains tied around his body rattled, the totem on his robe began to ooze blood, and the water stains on the wall suddenly became darker.

Xuan Ji's hair and clothes were covered with icicles in an instant, and the word "Zhi" on the door suddenly fell apart.Those terrible water stains seeped directly to the other side through the wall of the family room, and the bleak wind swept out. The windows and the lights in the corridor were all broken and clean, and the wind made a sharp whistle when it squeezed through the doors and windows. It was as if there was a scream of dying.

The field workers who hadn't had time to go far collectively blew their hair, involuntarily revealing their non-human parts—even a green radish sprouted out of Lao Luo's neckline.

Xiao Zheng, who had just connected to the video, happened to see this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, he turned around and rushed into the elevator: "Ancient Book Restoration Department—Lao Luo, let him hold on for a while!"

Lao Luo: "Xuan, Director Xuanxuan, Xiao, Xiao Xiao said..."

"I heard it," Xuan Ji squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "If you don't hurry up, you can let him wait to 'throw the basin' to your father [Note]!"

Xiao Zheng is the general field dispatcher of the Alien Control Bureau. It would be too late to ask his superiors for instructions, so he directly called the person in charge of the Chiyuan Branch to withdraw all field work from the "front line", and urgently transferred everyone in the hospital, and then broke into the hospital three steps at a time. Department of Restoration of Ancient Books.

The Department of Restoration of Ancient Books is a place for researching lost ancient books and fragments. Most of the staff members are outside archaeological work all year round. The office area is very quiet. Xiao Zheng rushed into the office of the person in charge without knocking on the door: "Dr. Wang, what do you know?" Is it a 'gloomy offering'?"

Dr. Wang from the Department of Ancient Books Restoration wears small glasses, his waist is hunched, and his neck can protrude about two miles forward. It is said that he was born in the late Ming Dynasty and has nothing but special abilities. Going to the Bureau of Different Controls, specializing in antique research... The only problem is that I am getting old and my reaction is a bit slow.

"Huh? What?"

"Gloomy Festival! Have you heard of it!"

"Oh, gloomy festival?" Dr. Wang opened his mouth like an old man, and Xiao Zheng was so anxious that he wanted to press fast forward. The old man opened the laptop tremblingly, and poked a finger on the keyboard, "I know!" , I know, it’s a kind of sacrificial oration... a while ago, we just made a special topic, and the files are kept in... hey..."

Xiao Zheng picked up his computer and rushed to the archive room, dragging a bouncing power cord behind him.

The archives room of the Ancient Book Restoration Department has a constant temperature and humidity, and cannot see light. There are rows of crystal cabinets inside, and the original ancient books are sealed in the cabinets. There is a small screen on the door of the cabinet, which can read the annotations of the researchers. Xiao Zheng is in a corner I turned to the special cabinet of "sacrifice".

The so-called "sacrifice" is actually a general contract.Xiao Zheng skipped the common sacrificial text overview, directly turned to the chapter "Evil Sacrifice", scanned all the lines at a glance, and found a few words about "Gloomy Sacrifice" in a corner.

"This is an ancient sacrificial text that has been lost for a long time. According to legend, it is a kind of vicious sorcery. It can summon demons by sacrificing living animals. The living animals must die violently. Before they die, they are full of resentment. It is difficult for ordinary animal sacrifices to meet this requirement. So it’s better to be a human being. But it’s hard to define the so-called ‘death by death’ and ‘resentment’. We haven’t found any successful precedents, and we can’t verify its authenticity yet. There are only some folk legends…”

"I might as well tell you that his sacrificial offering is about to be completed, only one mouthful of 'living animal' is missing. This is a sacrifice for a thousand lives." Sheng Lingyuan wiped the blood on his robe with his fingertips, and tasted it slowly in his mouth, "Little monster, you Now that you recognize the sacrificial text, you should understand that once the ceremony is complete, not to mention your three chains, even Mount Tai will not be able to restrain you, if you don’t go to the instigator, why are you entangled with me?”

Xuan Ji: "I'm afraid you will bite someone."

At this time, Luo Cuicui ran over: "Director Xuan, non-field personnel have been transferred urgently. Director Xiao said to let them listen to your arrangements, and then what should we do?"

Xuan Ji's cell phone rang, and his hands were already covered in ice, and he could barely move.He glanced down, and the phone flew out of his pocket automatically, floated to his ear and connected.

Xiao Zheng's speech speed was flying fast: "There is a record in the ancient book restoration department that the gloomy sacrifice must be completed within the moon phase. The first living animal is sacrificed at the turn of the "Suo Day and Time", and the next "Suo Day and Time" is sacrificed." At the turn of the day, I sacrificed the last one, I checked the calendar, and today is Shuo Ri!"

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be very interested in the phone and stared at it intently.

Xuan Ji: "Live animals must die violently. A thousand people die abnormally within a month. It is impossible to die silently..."

Xiao Zheng was shocked: "What did you say?"

"Thousands of living sacrifices, the summoned devil said it himself, I don't know if it's true or this kid is just blowing it up..." The chill penetrated into his lungs through his mouth and nose, and even breathing began to hurt. Breathing paused unnaturally, "I don't feel...well...it doesn't look like blowing."

"Contact the public security department and investigate the unnatural death cases in the last month," Xiao Zheng said to the person next to him, "Are you okay?"

"Something happened," Xuan Ji gritted her trembling teeth, "Why don't you give me central heating in the Great South!"

The author has something to say: Note: Pot throwing—a folk funeral custom, when raising a coffin, filial sons and grandsons will smash a pot.