Chapter 57 The Pen of Merit...

Wang Zheng's dissatisfied complaint came from the corridor: "Chu Shuzhi, I have already told you that these talisman papers should be cleaned up if they are not needed. What do you want her to do when cleaning comes tomorrow?"

Chu Shuzhi frowned deeply, Guo Changcheng observed his words and expressions, immediately exerted his newcomer's eyesight, and ran over to clean up.

Daqing passed by them without saying a word, and walked straight into the "wall" of the Criminal Investigation Department's office.

Inside the wall, there is no wonder, it is a row of hardwood bookshelves, high, almost poking up to the roof, riding some old ladders, above the bookshelf and between the roof, there is only enough left. In the space where the cat passed, there were large sea dragon balls inlaid on the wall, which illuminated the whole room like daylight, but it did not harm the soul that was blinded by light.

There is a smell of old books in the bookshelves, it is the fragrance of ink that has accumulated for many years, mixed with the musty smell of the paper pages that have not seen the sun for a long time, creating a long-lasting, moist and moist book fragrance.

Sanzan was doing the sorting work. There were many words in both complex and simple. He basically didn't know a few of them. .

After Zhao Yunlan released him from the Cone of Mountains and Rivers, he specially opened up all the authority of the library to him, and assigned him such a job. The remuneration was the same as that of Guo Great Wall. According to the junior employees, the treatment was very good, but Guo Changcheng took bright red notes, while Sang Zan took a lot of paper money and good incense.

This was the first dignified job he had ever gotten, not a slave to be beaten and scolded as a beast, nor a false leader who was foolishly admired and who only wanted to destroy these people—even though it came too much Chi, Sanzan has been dead for hundreds of years, but he still cherishes it.

To live peacefully and freely with the person he likes, after all, this is something he has been thinking about all his life and has never been able to get.

Sang Zan greeted Daqing seriously when he saw Daqing come in, "Howling, cat."

Daqing: "How tired, stuttered."

Sang Zan was stunned for a while—Wang Zheng is a quiet girl who doesn't know how to teach swearing, so he didn't understand the word, and asked earnestly, "Jiepa is, what is it?"

Daqing stepped on the wooden bookshelf with a heavy heart, and said casually, "Jiepa means good brother."

Sang Zan nodded, indicating that he was taught, and then said enthusiastically: "Oh, greasy howl, Mao Jiepa!"

Daqing: "..."

Sang Zan: "Mao Jiepa, demon... what to watch?"

Daqing was no longer in the mood to play cheap, and lay on the shelf above his head: "Zhao Yunlan, have you put back the book that Zhao Chu took the day before? Show me which one it is."

Sanzan turned his ears devoutly like he was doing IELTS listening, listened to the "recording" seriously, and asked Daqing to speak it three times with patience, and then he finally understood. With a sense of accomplishment, he showed a big smile, and pulled out a book from the cart that had not been put on the shelf in time: "A long time, a long time is a tower."

The cover of the book was tattered, and there was a little spilled coffee on the corners - needless to say, knew which sloppy man it was. The words "Soul Book" were written densely on the cover. It looked very run down.

Daqing jumped, jumped down from the high bookshelf, landed on Sanzan's car, and swiped with his paws.

Daqing's heart sank, its cultivation base is not enough.

For some reason, its strength is not comparable to 10% of its heyday, and it is even difficult to change shape. However, after all, it is a thousand-year-old cat demon. Could it be inferior to Zhao Yunlan, who has only lived for 20 to 30 years? Mortal?

That is simply impossible.

Unless... that person's soul is waking up little by little.

"I haven't seen this book before," Daqing slapped the book with his paw, circled around unconsciously, chasing his tail, "Where did this book come from?"

It didn't even know it, and Sanzan didn't even know it. The cat and the ghost stared at it for a while. The black cat finally lowered its head slowly, and jumped from the car to the ground in a depressed mood. Love's milk foam cat food has no appetite.

It didn't know whether Zhao Yunlan "wake up" was a good thing or a bad thing, but it always felt uneasy.

Zhao Yunlan is living a good life now. He is jīng bright and 250 at the same time. After he is full and warm, he still thinks about his lust, comfortable and smooth.

A black cat is an animal that just wants to find a warm nest to sleep all day long and wake up to eat something smooth when winter comes. Its nature determines that it cannot understand the "big ambition" of human beings. Now the old owner is silly every day, With a face full of joyful virtues of young people, Daqing felt very relieved, and always felt that...

But this branch has already grown.

The biggest extra branch, Shen Wei, closed his eyes and went straight through the Huáng Spring. Even after soaking in the Huáng Spring for many years, he had no sorrow or joy and scattered his soul like duckweed that was washed away by the big làng. He couldn't help but part from both sides. .

He didn't know how long he sank, as if the spring had already bottomed out.

The color of the water gradually became darker, and it was pitch black below. The black air was entangled in him, as if attracted by him, and suddenly wrapped his whole body into it. Going down, there was no water, and the surrounding was just a dead silence. People walked away. In it, the sense of time and space will soon be lost, giving birth to the extreme loneliness of only one person in the world.

I can't see where I'm coming or how I'm going, it's terrifyingly cold, and it's terrifyingly empty.

This is the real place of nothingness that cannot be seen, heard, smelled, tasted or felt.

So when the low roar broke the silence, Shen Wei's knife rubbed the opponent's neck almost at the same time.

There are footsteps approaching him in the dark, seven or eight secluded animals and a soul slasher. They were also born here and grew up here. They are naturally invisible things, and they are all equally adapted to the darkness, and no one takes advantage of anyone in a fight. It's cheap, it just depends on whether it is a fast Soul Chopping Saber or a sharp and sharp mouth.

Shen Wei missed Zhao Yunlan in his heart, and was unwilling to entangle with them. He dodged three times in a row in the dark, and the cautious secluded animal finally changed from probing to attacking, and rushed towards him, only then did Shen Wei snort softly and buckle. The Soul Chopping Blade in the palm of his hand was pushed out horizontally, and it chopped off a bunch of big heads of secluded beasts, rolling all over the ground.

Without hesitation, Shen Wei didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, kicked a head away, and strode forward.

I don't know how long it took before he stopped, and there was a faint sound like a human heartbeat from Shen Wei's side.

The "yīn soldiers" invited by the yīn soldiers are not actually yīn soldiers in the general sense. How can those little souls under the control of the underworld dare to answer the arrogant call of "the world can be killed by humans and gods"?

They actually came from a lightless place deeper than the huáng spring and darker than hell.

Those horses with iron armor and white bones just reflect the unreliable illusions of the practitioners. They had no body at all, and even... If it wasn't for Zhao Yunlan's use of blood and iron as the medium, even if they climbed to the ground, in the eyes of others , may also be nothing more than a row of "quiet animals".

Under such circumstances, Zhao Yunlan rashly summoned the soldiers, but he was able to control them later. First, he was very talented, and secondly, he was probably lucky. Shen Wei was sitting downstairs, and those things didn't dare to be too bad.

"Where there is no light, there is a hell of great disrespect." When Pangu opened up the heaven and the earth, he distinguished the two sides of the turbid, the turbid was the earth, everything was orderly, the chaos was first broken, and then the turbid things in the earth settled for hundreds of millions of years, just outside the heaven and earth , has become such a filthy place.

Nuwa made a human out of mud, because she was too impatient to wait for the filth on the ground to settle, so she hurriedly rolled up with the mud on the ground to become a human being, so the original sin that the human race carried at the beginning of its birth is related to this place. In the same way - the desire for bàonüè and destruction that people are born with.

The sage regretted greatly, and later called the land of no light "great disrespect", and the government sealed it off. Today, the cage sealed by the ancient divine power has long since been broken, and a huge mouth has been torn from the root. However, it was later sealed by someone with an array of forces. Now the seal added later is also crumbling. As he ran rampant in the world, more and more secluded animals also escaped.

The rift couldn't get any bigger.

Shen Wei knelt down on one knee, recited the seal mantra silently, and briefly blessed the loose seal, the vibration gradually subsided, and the gap seemed to be sealed.

Then he turned and left with a dignified expression, not knowing how long the current calm would last.

When Shen Wei returned to the world, it was almost dawn. He landed in Zhao Yunlan's small apartment. He wanted to gently take off his black robe, and didn't want to wake Zhao Yunlan. Suddenly, he looked stunned and waved his hand to turn on the light— - There was no one in the room, the shop he had cleaned up in the morning was still in his head, and there was no trace of anyone moving it.

Zhao Yunlan, who did not return all night, wrapped his coat tightly in front of the grave and turned off the car to get off.

When Shen Wei mentioned to him that Guo Great Wall saw the puppet on the glass window, Zhao Yunlan heard the overtone that he didn't say. At that time, he suddenly met himself as Shen Wei, probably not because of him. The original intention is also likely to be calculated.

Zhao Yunlan believed that if it wasn't for him being aggressive again and again, Shen Wei would definitely avoid him. If he knew that he was there, let alone what Guo Changcheng saw was a puppet. Nor will he show up in front of himself - it is too easy for Guo Great Wall to forget what he saw.

Zhao Yunlan recalled the reincarnation sundial incident. At that time, he followed the Soul Killer to Li Qian's house. He heard a sentence on the roof of the building - "I specially sent him to you." Who? what does that mean?

If the owner of the secluded beast is a ghost face, what is the purpose of the ghost face trying to lead the Soul Killer to him?

But at the foot of the mountain and river cone, Zhao Yunlan felt that although the ghost face had been threatening the Soul Slayer with certain things, he didn't reveal the meaning to himself. In comparison, it was the black leather book sent to him by the underworld who sent him more deliberately. Some.

Zhao Yunlan felt that he was standing on the ground of the human world, and there was a huge vortex under his feet. There were countless hands in it. Some pushed him out, some pulled him in. Everyone seemed to have their own calculations. A layer of mist covered everyone's face.

Zhao Yunlan looked up and saw a ghost fire on the middle of the mountain, emitting a cold light, like a pair of sinister eyes in the night, staring at him not far or near. Followed to stop, as if to guide him. Zhao Yunlan followed and walked slowly into the wild cemetery outside Ximei Village.

I don't know when the fog started to fall, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, the visibility was less than one meter, and in the whiteness, it seemed that only the ghost fire shadows not far away led the way.

The air also became wet, and occasionally water droplets fell on his face, which was icy cold.

From time to time, light or heavy sighs came from my ears, like countless ghosts swimming in the depths of the dry jungle, Zhao Yunlan walked forward without squinting - they don't do evil, they don't do good, they linger in the world , If you do not enter reincarnation, everyone is crying, and everyone feels that they are wronged.

How many people in the world died willingly?

Zhao Yunlan was walking in the deep fog, where the wide hem of the dark gray coat swept across the place, Bai Wu and the hand stretched out from the cemetery couldn't help but retreat, but not a single ghost dared to approach him.

Then, in the wild cemetery in the suburbs late at night, there were cries everywhere. Zhao Yunlan finally became impatient and stopped. He simply and roughly spread his palms, and a strong flame ignited under the huáng paper talisman, and the cries suddenly changed to He screamed, countless blurry shadows scrambled to escape, the white mist seemed to be flammable, and it was ignited at once, like a fire dragon, sprayed out from his hand, and instantly wiped the white mist of the entire cemetery. dàng gān net.

"If you want to seek grievances, you should beat the drum of grievances of the Tenth Temple Yama, and why are you crying with me?" He looked grim, looked up at the front, and the ghost fire had disappeared.

The night is as cool as water, and the starry sky is like washing.

A full moon hung in the air, and the gān cold wind was like a knife, scraping across his exposed skin. Zhao Yunlan pulled the scarf up, almost covering half of his face.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside him, it seemed to be sometimes far and sometimes near, and it was hoarse like a tear, and sang: "The last quarter moon, the wild grave, the ghost fire leads the way, the resentful soul, the wind through the forest, chuī Bone flute, foxes and human skin play. The old man is arguing with you, please listen to me, the head of a stranger is replaced by silver, the whole skin of a beautiful woman is replaced by gold, and two or three pounds of oil from a hundred-day corpse is replaced by Ronghua. Wealth and honor are enjoyed for half a lifetime, if you hold the three souls and seven souls, you will keep dust from dust and dust back to dust, and the first butcher of the Buddha will do it.”

The sound was like fingernails scratching glass, and the indescribable cause made the scalp tingle.