Chapter 61 The Pen of Merit...

Zhao Yunlan quickly cleaned himself up, and then touched the gauze and medicine brought back from the hospital on the coffee table. He closed his eyes, wrapped the gauze around his eyes a few times, and found the pen and paper on the head cabinet. , and no matter what kind of paper it was, he groped and wrote "I'm going to No. 4 Guangming Road" on it, and then measured the steps and went out the door.

The thunderous heartbeat in his sleep subsided slowly in his swift movements.

When the elevator opened on the first floor, Zhao Yunlan had already adjusted his breathing, concentrated all his energy on the eyes between his eyebrows, and strode out.

He saw a lot of people walking around in front of him. Soon, Zhao Yunlan was able to recognize that the person with a phantom on his body was a person. As for the person who didn't, he obviously didn't know what it was.

At first, for some reason, he didn't see very clearly, it was only a vague layer, but as Zhao Yunlan slowly walked out of the residential area, he seemed to be gradually familiar with this kind of "seeing things". way, those figures began to gradually become clearer.

Gradually, he began to see the true fire of samadhi in each of them, and even the three flowers on the top. Finally, Zhao Yunlan could see clearly from a person who passed by him - the original layer of emptiness on the living person. The shadow is actually a fuzzy "membrane" that seems to have weird lines on it from head to toe.

Zhao Yunlan stood still at the intersection and stretched out his hand to stop the taxi. Anyway, he couldn't see it, so he had to keep extending his hand, all by luck.

When he stopped the taxi and groped to get into the car, Zhao Yunlan could already see clearly that the things that covered everyone's body were not some weird symbols, but handwriting.

It was very small, very dense, and kept changing every second. Zhao Yunlan couldn't help staring at the driver for two seconds, and after being reminded twice by the driver, he came back to his senses: "Oh, I'm sorry, No. 4 Guangming Road, you can just pull me to the door."

The taxi driver glanced at the gauze on his eyes strangely: "lady, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhao Yunlan lied casually: "I was injured playing basketball."

The driver gave an "Ouch" and asked again, "Can you still see it?"

"I can't open my eyes with the medicine on." Zhao Yunlan said, "Be blind for two days."

The two chatted all the way, and when they arrived at No. 4 Guangming Road, the taxi stopped by the roadside, Zhao Yunlan thought about it, then took out the wallet from his arms, opened it and handed it directly to the driver: "I can't see it either, how much should I charge, Take it for yourself."

This made the driver stunned: "Ah? You believe me so much?"

Zhao Yunlan smiled: "I don't have much money in my bag anyway, you can take it."

The driver hesitated for a moment, printed out the receipt for him, and then reached out to flip through his wallet. During this period, Zhao Yunlan stared at the changing characters on the other side, and he heard the words coming out with the driver's flipping movements. With a rustling voice, he heard what he seemed to take out first, then hesitated for a while, and stuffed it back again. After a while, he took out another note, took out the change from his pocket, and stuffed it back into Zhao Yunlan's. in the wallet.

The corners of Zhao Yunlan's mouth lifted - his vision became clearer and clearer, and he could already distinguish the color of the handwriting. He saw that they were both red and black. The moment the driver put the change into his wallet, Zhao Yunlan saw saw a line of red small characters across the other side.

That's what it meant - Zhao Yunlan, who thanked the driver and refused him to help him in, thought to himself, that those small words are people's merits, red for gain, black for loss, it seems that the other party didn't take the opportunity to take his money just now. Cheap.

However, Zhao Yunlan immediately frowned. He could clearly feel that something in his body was waking up too fast to stop him. He couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for a while.

All of this seems like... it started with the earthquake not long ago that shook the mountain and river cone of the Hanga tribe.

Was the earthquake really caused by the natural movement of the earth's crust?

The doorman of the transfer room, who likes to cut bones, saw him from a distance, put down the file cheerfully, and said hello: "Yo, Zhao Chu! Hey? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Accident." Zhao Yunlan said calmly, "Uncle Li, come and help me."

Uncle Li didn't have time to come over, but another person suddenly came up from behind, Shen Wei grabbed his outstretched hand, tried his best to suppress his hand strength and voice, and said, "You can't wait for me where you want to go. Will it? I just went out to buy some breakfast, and when I look back, you are gone, I'm almost scared to death by you?

Just what?

Shen Wei took a few deep breaths, his lungs were about to explode with anger, but he didn't say why.

Zhao Yunlan turned his head, and through his sky eyes that were getting brighter and brighter for some reason, he saw that there were rows and rows of bright red writing representing merit and virtue on Shen Wei's body.

However, they do not last long, appearing as fast as waves, and they are immediately washed away by a great darkness, like a beach that will never leave a trace.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes were sour. He didn't understand where the sudden sourness came from. It seemed to be an ancient memory buried for thousands of years. It was finally removed by the hurricane. , The corner of the truth that can't be escaped, poking people's hearts with a burst of sadness.

"Isn't that because I know you'll be chasing after you soon?" Zhao Yunlan almost went wrong. He pretended to be slick, his voice trembling unnoticeably, "Just in time, accompany me in."

Zhao Yunlan suddenly rushed in without saying hello, causing a lot of chaos in the office. Daqing didn't know where he went to hurt the sad autumn, so until this time, a talented person from the special investigation department It was found that the leader who disappeared for two days was not fooling around, but had an accident.

Zhu Hong's hands were trembling and he removed the gauze that he had randomly wrapped around. As soon as he saw those eyes that were still bright, but couldn't be in focus, Zhu Hong's eye circles turned red at that time.

Zhao Yunlan moved his fingers, and remembered that he couldn't see, and it was not easy to touch female employees, so he had to put it down again embarrassingly, and said helplessly: "Are you blind or I am blind, I haven't cried yet, you are blind. Excited about what?"

Zhu Hong threw the gauze on his face: "You cry? If only you knew how to cry! There is no place in the world that you dare not go, and there is no one you dare not provoke, right? God is the boss and you are the second. Right? Silly bī!"

Zhao Yunlan was silent for a moment, then he could only agree: "...Hey, I heard it."

He was invulnerable to guns, soft and hard, so Zhu Hong left him, looked up at Shen Wei, and said aggressively as if he had eaten gunpowder: "Don't you like him? Are you not a master? He has an accident. What were you doing at the time?"

Chu Shuzhi and Lin Jing looked at each other and felt that in this situation, it seemed that... something was wrong.

Of course Zhao Yunlan heard it too. He felt embarrassed and had to make a joke and try to cover it up—Zhao Yunlan tugged at Shen Wei's sleeve and said with a smiley face as much as possible: "You like me? Why didn't you tell me at all? Ever? I said, Mr. Shen, your fault is unacceptable, what do you confess to her if you like me..."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Hong didn't lead his steps at all, and cut him off: "Shut up!"

The smile on Zhao Yunlan's face was like a painting, and it faded a little in an instant: "I see that you are almost the same, I have a little accident in my own private affairs, and I have a half-money relationship with him? Is it possible that I have to pay every Tied to him all the time? When will the two-legged three-legged become the official Olympic event!"

Zhu Hong's eyes almost began to become fierce, and Shen Wei finally couldn't help but interject: "It's true that I don't..."

Zhao Yunlan frowned and waved his hands. He ended the topic arbitrarily, and said bluntly, "I don't want to discuss this right now. I'll leave this nonsense for a later meeting. Shut up for now."

As he spoke, he took out a soul-suppressing order from his pocket, and at the moment of ignition, Zhao Yunlan whispered, "Daqing, come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cat bell rang, Daqing came over from the other end of the wall, passed through the person silently, jumped onto Zhao Yunlan's lap, and looked at his eyes carefully.

Then Daqing jumped on the table: "I thought about it for a long time, and I also read some books, and I probably understand the problem with your eyes. You said that the fire you touched at that time ignited the little crow, and later he sacrificed himself. Entering the Golden Bell, right? I think it was because the soul sound collided with the ground fire, the anger was too heavy, and you stood too close to hurt your eyes, so you were temporarily blinded."

Zhao Yunlan nodded irrevocably, but Shen Wei immediately grabbed the black cat's words: "For a while?"

Daqing responded casually, but glanced at Zhao Yunlan.

In fact, it has the feeling that Zhao Yunlan knows something.

But Shen Wei didn't notice, he was a little concerned and confused, and quickly asked: "When will it be better? What medicine should I use? Where can I find it?"

Daqing glanced at Shen Wei silently, seeing that he was worried about not cheating, he sighed in his heart, and continued: "Most of the Hua Yao clan eschewed the world, but they have a very precious thousand-flower honey, which is said to be made of thirty-three kinds of flowers in the sky, There are thirty-three kinds of flowers in the world and thirty-three kinds of flowers in the nether world, each of which is made from the most beautiful stamens. It can detoxify thousands of poisons, and it is gentle and moisturizing, and it is most suitable for eye injuries... If you want to find them, probably..."

Zhao Yunlan picked up its words gently: "It will be on the demon market at the end of the year."

Daqing asked bluntly: "How do you know?"

Zhao Yunlan patted its head, but didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, he whispered: "You're done, now I'll talk about my business - first, from now on, Anyone who has any form of contact with the Nether side should submit all written materials to me, and not a single word should be omitted. Second, strictly limit the communication between people and other people at No. 4 Guangming Road, and those who send New Year's goods and gifts will all be in the reception room. Thirdly, it is announced to the public that the year-end work summary period has entered. Unless the minister personally orders, the case will not be accepted. Fourth, if anyone within the scope of the soul-suppressing order cannot go to work on time, or wants to ask for leave, he must provide the reason for the leave. I'll just sign, and I want to know where you are all the time."

Zhu Hong walked away and asked, "That demon city..."

"That's a trivial matter, Shen Wei can just accompany me there." Zhao Yunlan paused, "I asked them to open a separate room for you on the third floor. You can go there when it is inconvenient and you need to rest."

After he finished speaking, regardless of other people's reactions, he stood up with his help on the table and walked towards the library inside the wall: "I have something to talk to San Zan, Shen Wei will wait for me for a while, others will take what I said just now. Notify all departments."

The library was brightly lit, but there was not a trace of sunlight, so that Sang Zan could move freely in it during the day. When he saw Zhao Yunlan, he greeted him happily first: "Tihao, Zhao Chujie!"

"..." Zhao Yunlan was silent for a while, then commented on the title, "What kind of thing, who taught you?"

"Mao Jiepa." Sang Zan knew that his pronunciation was inaccurate, so he practiced corrections diligently and questioningly, "Trick... find...Chu Jiepa!"

Zhao Yunlan smiled and didn't bother to bother with him. He opened his eyes and found that he could see the outlines of most books. He looked around, turned around and said to Sang Zan, "Find me the one I read the other day. Book."

Sanzan quickly pulled out the book of Souls. It was difficult for him to remember which one was and where he was, even though he couldn't read.

Zhao Yunlan clearly "saw" the word "Soul Book" on its cover. Before he could do anything, the pages of the book had been opened automatically, and a trace that he hadn't noticed before appeared in front of him—that was The traces of the pages being torn off, and the broken pages seemed to be bleeding black and purple in the eyes of the sky.

Zhao Yunlan closed the book with a snap, and Sang Zan stared at his expression without saying a word.

After a while, Zhao Yunlan whispered to him, "Do you believe there is a 'coincidence' that just happens in the world?"

Sanzan took some time to figure out the meaning of "coincidence". He always looked a little stupid because he couldn't speak clearly, but he wasn't really stupid after all, everyone knew that.

Sanzan shook his head sternly, and said, "I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either." Zhao Yunlan said slowly, "The demon clan and the underworld are inseparable, I took the soul-suppressing order and wanted to perform my duties well, guarding this acre of land in the world, my wife is fat and cat-like. I live on the kang head, but some people really don't let me live in peace."

This sentence was too complicated for Sang Zan to understand, but he understood the meaning of Zhao Yunlan's expression, so he asked bluntly, "How can I help Mud?"

Zhao Yunlan lowered his eyes: "Hand me a piece of paper."

He silently wrote down what the crow had said to him that night. It turned out that most of them were pretending to be confused, but when he wrote it out, he wrote it word for word. At the end of the line, he wrote horizontally and vertically "Kunlun." "Two words, he ticked heavily under the pen with a pen.

"I want all the books with these two words." Zhao Yunlan said, "Don't let anyone know, including Wang Zheng, thank you brother."

Sang Zan regarded him as a half benefactor. Although he had become a scheming family without a teacher, he still maintained a good tradition of clear grievances and grievances, so he said solemnly to Zhao Yunlan: "Don't worry, Zhao Chujie."

Zhao Yunlan replied with a half-smile but not a smile: "Okay, I'll kick that dead fat man in Daqing for you."