Chapter 64 The Pen of Merit...

Zhao Yunlan grabbed Shen Wei's wrist, even if he was blind, he could feel that the killing intent on the other side almost turned into reality in an instant, and it was almost biting.

He heard Shen Wei's voice was no longer the usual gentle and elegant, the tone was low, and for a while there seemed to be indescribable sinister, Shen Wei said: "The crow dare to hurt you, such an ungrateful thing, Thousands of knives, the extinction of the dead is not enough..."

The last few words were almost bloody, Zhao Yunlan hugged him involuntarily, Shen Wei instinctively struggled.

For some reason, at that moment, Zhao Yunlan suddenly felt blessed and blurted out, "Xiaowei!"

Shen Wei froze abruptly, and suddenly stopped moving. After a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "You... what do you call me?"

"Shh, listen to me, don't move." Zhao Yunlan closed his eyes, opened his eyes that were somewhat blurred by the demon market, pulled Shen Wei back a little, and the two of them hid in the group of demons together.

Shen Wei was in a turmoil, and just now he obviously blurted out a sentence, which made Zhao Yunlan instantly grasp such a clue - what is "ungrateful"? He and the Raven Race... No, what does he have to do with the Monster Race?

Zhao Yunlan remembered a sentence he heard a long time ago: "The Prophet of the Ominous Crow descended from the sky."

What are the Black Ravens Prophet?

Just listening to the fourth uncle Snake on the stage, the tone remained unchanged, he nodded at the crows reservedly, and still said tepidly: "I thought the crows would not come."

The elder of the crow clan is a woman, but in this clan, except for the half-demon, all of them are dwarfs, with big noses and wrinkled faces.

Her eyes were a little slanted, as if she was looking elsewhere, and she seemed to glance in Zhao Yunlan's direction inadvertently, a ray of restrained light flashed from her cloudy eyes, and then she knocked the scepter in her hand heavily on the ground and raised her hand. , the rope tied to the half-demon automatically broke and fell off, and the crow elder lowered his voice a little: "Child, come here."

Uncle Snake folded his hands into his sleeves, turned a blind eye to this move, and did not stop it. There were discussions in the demon city.

It wasn't until the half-young staggered and was about to step off the high platform that Uncle Snake said, "The elder wants to take away his own people, I have nothing to say, but the crow did this to escape from others. Is the clan a family of its own?"

The crow elder said in a hoarse voice, "Not bad!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, the little demons looked at each other, Yingchūn also showed a head from the vines full of flowers, and looked at this and that in a bit at a loss.

The Fourth Uncle Snake looked at her with a light expression: "Even if the crow eats carrion again and fights with the bones of the dead, you are still a demon, neither a bad boy nor a ghost, the elder's upper lip touched his lower lip, You have to think about it.”

The elder of the clan suddenly laughed, the voice was hoarse and heavy, and she could not hear her anger or anger, but seemed to carry the grief and ridicule of the ancient times, she said word by word: "If the fourth master is not very clear, I might as well say it again. Once - I, the Black Crow Clan, have separated from the demon clan and become a family of their own, and will never look back, if I violate this oath, I will be struck by thunder."

After she finished saying these words, she waved her hand, and the crows who came from the black pressure followed her black pressure.

It came and went in a hurry, like a flash of lightning, making it too late for people to react, and everything has been settled.

The whispering in the audience suddenly turned into a commotion, and no one knew which one was sung.

As soon as Uncle Snake waved his hand, the little monkey with a gong and drum beside him tapped on the gong several times, scolding the chaos of the crowd, while Zhao Yunlan took advantage of the chaos to pull Shen Wei out of the group of demons, and the two walked quickly along the way. The bluestone road at the door went straight forward, and there was a thick fog at the end.

Out of the fog, the streets and alleys of Longcheng are full of neon lights, and the night is dim.

A row of black crows landed on the big locust tree at the entrance of Antique Street. A taxi drove past quickly, and the talkative and sloppy driver said to his passengers: "Look, the crows also hold the annual meeting there. !"

But the black cat quietly came out from the corner, the pads under his feet touched the ground lightly, and lightly jumped up the wall. Dozens of crows turned their heads to look at it at the same time, and the rows of small scarlet eyes seemed ominous. light bulb.

Daqing stood ten paces away, and didn't come forward anymore to show that he had no ill intentions.

The elder of the clan took a step forward, and in a place where people could not see, he said in a hoarse voice, "Why is it so precious?"

The black cat maintains the movement of the moment when it stopped. The dark green eyes are like two real opals. The corners of its eyes are slightly raised, and the brilliance and brilliance are secluded. The laziness and elegance unique to cats are brought to the extreme in an instant. , which can almost make people ignore its ridiculous shape like a hairball.

"I have an unkind request." Daqing said politely, "I want to ask the elders, why is the bell I lost hundreds of years ago in the hands of the nobles?"

The crow elder looked at it and said coldly: "My black crow never announces mourning but not happy, nor close to the living or the dead. You are asking such a superfluous question, where did you come from? Naturally, it came from the hands of a dead person. ."

Da Qing's body tensed for a moment.

After a while, the black cat asked in a low voice, "Where and when did that person die? For what?"

The elder of the clan gave a sharp smile: "A dead person is a dead person, the six realms of reincarnation, he has passed away in his previous life, whether he is a pig or a dog in this life, you don't care when and where he died?"

Daqing lowered his head slightly and did not speak for a long time.

The elder of the clan still glanced at it, and after a while, he said impatiently: "The Twenty Li Pavilion outside Shanhaiguan, if you want to see it, you can go and see it, don't say that my old crow deliberately hides from you, the dead man's It's not bad luck to bring the bell."

After she finished speaking, she whistled, and a large group of black crows rose into the sky and flew towards the sky as deep as Moyu.

Daqing lowered his head in the darkness and stood there for a while, suddenly looking like a lonely wild cat.

Then a burst of headlights came on, and it jumped off the wall so silently, disappearing into the night.

In the blink of an eye, Zhulong is a day and night, and in a blink of an eye, it is New Year's Eve.

The New Year's Eve of the Special Investigation Department was brightly lit, and people ate feasts and ghosts enjoyed incense.

Lao Wu was finally able to get together with his colleague who likes to carve bones during the day, and happily toasted each other with an incense - of course, the other party returned him with a glass of wine in bone china, Lao Li, There was always some sort of morbid attachment to the bones.

In the second half of the night, the New Year's bell rang, and everyone who drank too much and went crazy began to run around. Guo Changcheng was lying on the table and crying, and he didn't know why. After crying, He sat in a small corner without anyone else, carefully picked up a glasses cloth that he didn't know where to find, and wiped his work card endlessly, wiped it, rolled under the table, and fell asleep. I don't know.

Chu Shuzhi, Lin Jing, Zhuhong, and Daqing formed a mahjong table. When the weights on other people's tables reach the cat's table, they will automatically turn into small fish. Daqing's face is solemn - it can only keep winning, because it The weight has almost been eaten up by himself.

Lao Li took out a big stick bone out of nowhere and danced a pole dance in public. Sang Zan grabbed Wang Zheng's hand and pulled her into his arms by surprise, holding her waist high with both hands, Wang Zheng laughed, hummed a small tune from a distant time and space, and danced with him the dance of the Hanga people.

Fortunately, the gate of No. 4 Guangming Road has been sealed from the inside, and ordinary people cannot enter.

Zhao Yunlan was drenched in a circle and couldn't sit properly. His eyes could already see a little something, but his vision was blurry, a bit like a state of high myopia. Still disabled, squinting firmly, he put his face on the table, and gestured behind Daqing: "Bump bump!"

Daqing swiped with his paws: "Touch your mother! Teacher Shen, hurry up and take this donkey - four!"

Zhu Hong: "I'm sorry, Huh."

Zhao Yunlan mourned his misfortune and angered him and hit Daqing on the head: "Look, don't listen to the old man, don't pay for it!"

Daqing watched his little fish gān being taken away and turned into a weight, and he was so angry that he raised his neck and roared: "Let's take it away!"

Shen Wei walked over with a smile, bent down and picked up Zhao Yunlan, dragged him up and away lightly, like a tall man, or a large lacquer box weighing about 100 kilograms. In his hand, it was like taking a thin old book with him.

Zhu Hong lowered his head in disbelief and deliberately avoided his gaze.

Shen Wei sat on the sofa, let Zhao Yunlan lie down on his thigh, stretched out his hand to gently massage his sun xué, and said in a low voice, "Close your eyes, your eyes are not yet healed, don't look at things hard, you will be hurt."

Zhao Yunlan closed his eyes with great happiness, and said vaguely, "Give me another warm drink of the bar."

Shen Wei was obviously absent-minded and didn't hear it for a while.

Zhao Yunlan opened his eyes, and through the blurred vision, he found that Shen Wei's eyes fell on the corner of the table, in a daze.

Zhao Yunlan's heart has nine orifices, and when he thought about it, he immediately understood. He raised his hand and pulled Shen Wei's collar, and whispered, "Gān, see your in-laws nervous?"

Shen Wei came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and smoothed his hair. He didn't bother with him in a good-natured manner, but said softly: "As a parent, you always hope that your children will be healthy, and your wife will be beautiful. You take me with you rashly. , is it too…”

Zhao Yunlan grabbed his hand and closed his eyes - since he regained his sight, his eyes seemed to have been affected by common eyes. He couldn't see other people's merit words, but he always remembered what he saw that day, submerged like cháo water. Writing in the bottomless darkness.

Zhao Yunlan was rarely serious and asked him, "If I don't tell you to come with me, where are you going this year?"

Shen Wei: "...It's not the same if it's just New Year's Eve..."

"Are you going back there?" Zhao Yunlan interrupted him, "Under the spring? There isn't even a single beam of light, only a few ghosts who are ignorant of past and present lives passing by occasionally?"

...No, it's worse than that.

Shen Wei originally thought that these were nothing, but for some unknown reason, when Zhao Yunlan said this, he suddenly felt very aggrieved, the kind of days he was used to, he almost just thought about it now, and he felt that he couldn't survive even a day.

But Shen Wei was silent for a moment, and in the end he just said flatly: "Fortunately, this is how it came."

From the beginning of the prehistoric times, when all things have animism, until now, the vicissitudes of life have changed countless times, and he still clings to a promise that the parties have forgotten, as if he has lived for such a sentence all his life.

Zhao Yunlan stopped uttering a word, and put his clasped hand on his heart. Probably because of drinking, Zhao Yunlan's heart beat a little faster. Lan Cai asked in a low voice, "Wei...Why is it called this word?"

"Originally it was a mountain ghost 'wei'," Shen Wei lowered his eyes, his deep eyes pierced through the shiny floor, and he didn't know how long he had seen in the past, "but one person told me that although the mountain ghost was suitable for the scene, it seemed imposing. It’s small and small, the mountains and the seas in this world are connected, and the towering peaks are endless, it is better to add a few strokes to make a name.”

Zhao Yunlan touched his nose, and always felt that this person's tone sounded familiar: "Who is so arrogant, opening his mouth and giving people a name?"

Shen Wei smiled: "It's just a person I met on the road."

They didn't continue to talk, and it was only when dawn broke. The whole street was filled with the sound of whipping and bombing. Several people playing mahjong in the room shouted, and the little ghosts hid in the morning light and ran around.

Excitingly hilarious.

A light snow opened the curtain of the whole New Year in Longcheng. It was the beginning of peace in the world and the beginning of the lights.

Thousands of households smelled the first breath of air mixed with the smell of gunpowder in Ruixue. At the beginning of the new year, there are countless joys and sorrows in the world.