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Chapter 83 Soul Lighting...
Chapter 83 Soul Lighting...
Daqing almost scratched the floor of the Criminal Investigation Department, and finally saw Zhao Yunlan and Zhu Hong walking in one after another.
Although the aura between the two is obviously wrong, Daqing thinks that as a cat, it is better to selectively ignore the love and hatred between these owners, so he drank the "Ancient Secrets" like a mouse. "Record" and threw it under Zhao Yunlan's feet: "This book is deadly, I checked it, and it turned out to be shipped from Antique Street."
Zhao Yunlan picked up the book silently, and wiped the cat's mouth watermark on it with his hand: "Antique Street?"
"Antique Street", as the name suggests, sells all kinds of antiques, although most of them are fake, occasionally mixed with a few illegally unearthed artifacts.
But this "Secrets of the Ancients" is obviously a photocopy. As long as the IQ can reach the standard of human beings, no one will think that this thing is an unearthed cultural relic. Then Daqing said "deep breath", I am afraid it means something elseāā Most people don't know that the small shop at the innermost corner of Antique Street, in addition to selling all kinds of feudal and superstitious items, also guards a large locust tree at the door.
To sum up in Zhao Yunlan's words, the big locust tree is a connecting hub, similar to the one-stop connection of the subway. must pass there.
The branches and leaves of the great locust bear on the human world, and the big roots are connected to the spring. It is a bovine plant that is neither human nor ghost.
Zhao Yunlan looked up at the black cat: "So you mean, this book is from the underworld?"
The black cat nodded reservedly.
Zhao Yunlan asked again, "Who purchased it?"
The black cat licked its paws: "The origin is unknown, I can't find the purchase record, maybe it's the previous one..."
"That's impossible." Zhao Yunlan casually flipped through the book, which had no book number and no publisher information, "Looking at the level of printing and typesetting and how old the paper is, it should be relatively new, it must have been something after I took over, my last life is too long. already."
Daqing said with a deep meaning: "Then we have a conclusion, this must be bought for cat food."
That is to say, someone brought it in through some method - this person must be very clear about the ancient secrets, and even the seal of the four pillars is clearly written.
The book collection of the Special Investigation Office is very regular, with colored labels and codes on the spine. This is why Sang Zan can put the books back one by one without knowing the words. Then this book is about ancient gods Why is it included in the column of "Nuwa Creates Humans and Patches the Sky"?
"This is actually a 'black book'," Daqing interrupted, saying that the so-called "black book" refers to books that were obtained by book buyers who "work at night" from non-human places through some means. On the contrary, it is the "white paper" that flows in the world. Daqing stretched out his claws and opened the pages of the book, only to see his black claws pressed down, and suddenly there was an inexplicable black air flowing between the pages, " It's so hidden that we haven't marked it here, if you want to check it, I suggest we explore Antique Street tonight."
When night fell, Zhao Yunlan finally couldn't hold back, and called Shen Wei, with a cold mechanical female voice: "The number you dialed is not in the service area..."
He stared at the screen of his mobile phone for a moment, savoring the taste of "one day's absence is like three autumns", until Daqing came over and impatiently stretched out his paw and pushed his elbow: "Don't think about it. chūn, go."
Only then did he pick up the prodigal cat and walk out with it. As soon as he went out, he found that Zhu Hong had been standing beside the car for a long time, waiting for him silently.
Zhu Hong's eyes accidentally matched him, and he immediately laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm cheap, and you still have to follow me when I talk about it?"
"..." Zhao Yunlan paused, "I just wanted to remind you to put on your down jacket."
In a very awkward atmosphere, the two of them drove to Antique Street in the middle of the night, and they came to the big locust tree with familiarity.
Zhao Yunlan tilted his head and saw two pale paper lanterns hanging at the door of the small shop next to the big locust tree, with a halo the size of a bean lit inside. Probably, it is the word "Soul Relief".
Zhao Yunlan suddenly remembered something he had neglected for a long time. He patted the black cat standing on his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What exactly does 'Soul Soul' mean?"
"The soul of the living, the heart of the dead, atonement for the sins of the dead, the round is unfinished." After Daqing finished speaking, he changed from Wenyi Miao back to Qisuo Miao in another second, raised his head and looked at him with contempt. With a glance, "Isn't it written on the back of the soul-suppressing order? Are you blind?"
Zhao Yunlan rarely had the same knowledge as him, and murmured, "Why is the token left by Lord Kunlun called Soul Rescue?"
And what does the life and death that Shennong keeps talking about mean?
He walked into the big locust tree with all kinds of thoughts, and went straight down from the tree, all the way down to the HuƔng Spring.
HuƔng Quan Road did not leave the soul, but among the three of them, two were not human, and the remaining one still had a soul-suppressing order and belonged to the privileged class, so it didn't matter. There was a gurgling sound of water on both sides, and there was a kind of cold dripping into ice. People walked in it, but the atmosphere did not dare to come out, for fear of disturbing the resentful souls passing by.
The passing "passengers" all stared blankly, being driven by ghosts, like a shepherd dog chasing a flock of sheep.
When Zhao Yunlan came to work before, it was not that he never walked this road, but every time he was too frightened, he didn't look sideways, and walked fast. This time, he had many doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help but care.
I saw the narrow one of the HuƔng Spring Road, all the way up, like a legendary road to the sky, with iron blue stone slabs at the foot, and bubbles floating in the HuƔng Springs on both sides from time to time, as if something would come out at any time. Heads came out of it. On both sides of the road, there are two rows of small oil lamps like street lamps, each ten feet tall, exuding a halo the size of a bean, and dragging out a long shadow of the lamp. Below are one or two legendary other flowers belonging to the garlic family, blooming. A small patch of bright red.
Zhao Yunlan carefully studied it for a while before he remembered that this is the soul-suppressing lamp. A long time ago, he saw it in a miscellaneous journal, saying that the soul-suppressing lamp was to guide the ghosts on HuƔngquan Road, and he would never forget it for a lifetime. There are as many things as there are, and the HuƔng Spring Road is as long as possible, and all kinds of things are washed by the light of the soul-suppressing lamp one by one. At the end of the Naihe Bridge, after a bowl of Mengpo soup boiled in Wangchuan water, you can go to reincarnate.
All kinds of previous lives have vanished into nothing, and although the small light does not burn people, it can purify a new soul.
Zhao Yunlan couldn't help bending down and looked at the soul-suppressing lamp carefully, only to see four words - "To die before life" was engraved on the top of the base.
The true meaning of reincarnation is exhausted.
In a trance, something seemed to flash in front of him, Zhao Yunlan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart had been dug up and grabbed by life, he stumbled, and was supported by Zhu Hong who was behind him, Zhu Hong kept his voice down. Pressed extremely low: "What's the matter with you?"
Zhao Yunlan's face was pale, and he swallowed the stench that swelled up in his throat. He held down his left chest for a moment, and then shook his head at her as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward.
All the way to the ghost town, Zhao Yunlan took out a few blindfold leaves from his wallet, each of the three held one, and put them in their mouths, so that they could hide the breath of life and not be noticed by the little ghosts in the city.
In addition to ghosts and ghosts waiting to be reincarnated in the ghost town, there are also some souls who are too obsessed to be reincarnated and who are serving their sentences here. They have lived in the ghost town for hundreds of thousands of years. It is incomprehensible to the living.
When Zhao Yunlan was young, he came here in order to recover a soul who had entered a ghost town by mistake, but the soul did not come back, but let him see with his own eyes how the soul was swept up by the little ghosts in the city and sucked the gÄn alive. Later, the ghost messenger came with a company to suppress the bĆ o movement in the ghost town.
At that time, Zhao Yunlan was still young, and he almost had a mental image of this scene. The living person could write "What joy in life, what fear in death", probably because he had forgotten what it was like to die.
The necromancer's thirst for anger is as crazy as the drowning man's thirst for air, which is instinctive and unstoppable.
Humans are still like this, not to mention the ghosts who were born in the 100,000 ghosts.
This is the reason why Zhao Yunlan feels sorry for Shen Wei. Sometimes, in his opinion, Shen Wei has been so harsh to himself that he even ignores his nature.
Zhu Hong had never been to a ghost town, so she glanced at Zhao Yunlan uneasily, and Zhao Yunlan whispered to her: "No matter what happens, don't spit out the blindfold leaves in your mouth, otherwise it will be too troublesome and there will be too many ants. They can kill an elephant, these little devils are tougher than you think."
I wish Hong nodded.
Zhao Yunlan glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Otherwise, you should wait for me outside."
Zhu Hong shook her head firmly. In fact, she didn't know what she could do to follow up, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel that as long as he was going somewhere, as long as she looked at it, she could feel more at ease.
The black cat jumped off Zhao Yunlan's shoulder and walked in front to clear the way. The black cat and black dog, these are all big and evil things. The little devil will instinctively retreat when he sees it. With a black cat, it is like a police car clearing the way. , The two of them got into the ghost town almost all the way.
On the fifteenth day of every month, there is a large gathering of ghost towns, and the ghost market seems to be a bit depressed before the day comes.
On a short street, there was a grandmother squatting at the corner of the street, with a small basket under her feet, curled up on the side of the road, a pair of faint eyes eagerly followed the occasional little ghost passing by, at first glance, like a fan The old man who came out to do a small business in the evening was very pitiful. Zhu Hong couldn't help but glance at her more. When she saw her, she immediately bared her teeth with laughter, and said to Zhu Hong, "Buy your lifespan, buy it. Longevity."
The voice was hoarse and shrill as if a small piece of iron had been scraped on the bone, and Zhu Hong's body was full of jitters, and Zhao Yunlan was immediately dragged away.
"Don't look," he whispered, "that Shou Po has a bad reputation and sells nothing."
Zhu Hong couldn't help but ask, "What is white goods?"
"The lifespan extended by eating her birthday cake is not a natural lifespan. Making you suffer like a vegetative person is also a kind of lifespan extension, understand?" Zhao Yunlan wrapped his coat a little tighter, and his collar stood up and lowered. The voice said, "Just walk your way, don't look around, this is a zone of no concern, if you see them too much, they will buy and sell, and they will cause trouble."
Zhu Hong's eyes didn't dare to wander immediately, and walked forward without looking sideways. The two of them passed through the long street market when they saw a small thatched hut in the innermost part, with a sign in black and white standing at the door: "Please".
The small thatched hut is in ruins in every possible way, but the door is like the small shop next to the big locust tree in Antique Street.
"Nine times out of ten, it should be what their family sells." The black cat turned his head and said, "their family is reincarnated once, and the yīn yang is exchanged. A grocery store in a ghost market."
Zhao Yunlan took the lead and walked over, raised his hand and pushed the door. With a "squeak" sound, the tattered door was pushed open. Zhao Yunlan first removed a small lens from the wallet, raised his hand and stuck it on the door. Just above the door, I lifted my foot and walked in.
As soon as I settled down, a little girl's voice came from inside, and she said crisply: "'The mirror shines on the road, little devils don't enter', is there any urgent matter for the distinguished guest?"
Zhao Yunlan raised his chin and motioned for Zhu Hong to close the door, only to see that the curtain of the back room was lifted, and a little girl with two braids came out.
This little girl is not as tall as an adult's waist, her face is as white as paper, and her cheeks are drawn with two blood-red cheeks in cinnabar, a pair of lifeless black pea eyes, red lips, and she wears a Old-fashioned padded jacket, expressionless.
It makes people look, not only can't feel her cuteness at all, on the contrary, it is very terrifying that this face is matched with the voice of a child.
Zhao Yunlan got straight to the point, took out the "Secrets of the Ancients", pressed a soul-suppressing order on it, squatted down, his eyes were level with the little girl: "There is something I want to ask the little girl, please Do me a favor."
The little girl's eyes fell on the soul-suppressing order, and she said calmly: "It turns out that the Lord is here - how is my brother?"
"Don't dareāyour brother is having a good time. I just asked someone to give him a few catties of bacon for the New Year." Zhao Yunlan said politely, "I just wanted to ask the girl, is this book expensive? Does the store sell it?"
The little girl stretched out her hand to take it, and from a palm-wide distance, she could feel the cold air emanating from her body. Two pages, nodded and promised: "Yes, it's from me."
She turned the book to the last page. In the most inconspicuous place in the corner, there was a gray seal. Looking closely, she could make out the word "groceries" with difficulty. The little girl pointed to it and said, "This is This shop's private print."
Zhao Yunlan: "Can you tell Cha Cha who bought this book and brought it to the mortal world?"
With that said, he took out a stack of paper money from his bag and lit it with a lighter in front of the little girl.
The little girl rolled her eyes and revealed a stiff smile: "I'm so polite to the Lord, wait a moment, please come in and have a cup of tea."
The two followed her into the dilapidated grocery store. The little girl served them tea. Zhao Yunlan took it and smelled it, pretending to be making teaāof course, he didn't dare drink it. The living soul cannot eat and drink what is under the spring. It is already in the play, and people with a little common sense will understand.
I saw the little girl took out a huge ledger with a thread from behind the desk, and turned it page by page. After a while, she suddenly said, "I found it."
The little girl raised her head and smiled at Zhao Yunlan: "Forgot to ask the name of the Master?"
"Your surname is Zhao," Zhao Yunlan frowned, feeling an ominous premonition, "Zhao Yunlan."
"That's right." The little girl pushed the huge ledger in front of him.
I saw that the buyer was suddenly recorded: on the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the year of Renwu, the owner of the soul-suppressing order, Zhao Yunlan.