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"That's right, Team Leader Long..." Qi Chen took advantage of the fact that he was extinguished by himself, and obediently confessed his crime: "I may have accidentally collapsed an unusual stone cave at the bottom of the river, I don't know. Will it cause any problems?"

Long Ya raised his eyebrows with a rare look on his face: "Are you kidding me? You have only a few mosquito flesh in your thin arms and thin legs, so what else can you destroy? I'll point to this for fun today! If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and it will not cause any turmoil in the rivers, lakes and seas-"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a muffled sound from the bottom of the river, and even the surface of the river swayed twice.

Qi Chen looked at him innocently: "...Maybe there is a connection."

Longya: "..."

At the same time, in the Wanling Temple on the barren hills of Houde Town, Jiang City, Master Huijia was carrying out his nightly activity as usual—games.

On such a cold day, he was only wearing a thin layer of monk robes, bare forehead and bare feet, just sitting at the table, holding the mouse in one hand with a gentle and calm face, and tapping the keyboard with the other. , The sound of the earphones covering the ears is very loud, and the special effects, music, and the commander's almost roaring voice are mixed together, which can be said to be very lively.

His fingers are long and fair, and they are gentle and gentle, but the movements of typing on the keyboard are simple and rude, like hatred, which is very contrary to his temperament. On the game screen, the characters under his control were drowning in a pile of names, and following the commander's roar, he was busy brushing blood on the entire team.

At the critical moment, the commander's voice in the earphone was very excited: "Boss is going to amplify the move, pay attention to interrupt and interrupt!! Nurse!! Nurse is holding the blood!"

Just roaring to the nurse, the white lights in Huijia's monk's house suddenly dimmed, and the game screen stuck to the point of death. "Mom, Mom, Mom," repeated.

Hui Jia frowned, his fingers holding the mouse and tapping on the keyboard paused, then raised his hand and took off the earphones.

He closed the monk's robe that was loosely placed on him, got up and walked towards the door. As soon as stepped down the steps, felt the ground under feet suddenly tremble.

It was as if something restless was just about to move under this hundred feet of loess.

"Amitabha—" His eyes turned to the dark wellhead in the courtyard, and he recited the Buddha in a low voice. His voice like an ancient bell echoed in the lonely night in the courtyard.

Before the lingering sound dissipated, he took off the bead wrapped around his wrist, and with a flick of his thumb, one fell into his hand.

He stepped on the cold ground, rubbed the Buddha bead, walked to the well, lowered his head and frowned for a moment, and then dropped the Buddha bead in his hand into the well.

Hearing a slight sound of water, the ground under his feet vibrated again.

Huijia calmly raised his feet, stepped on the ground with a few mysterious steps, and then stepped on it violently, the slightly trembling ground immediately settled down and returned to its usual calm.

While slowly wrapping the beads back on his wrist, he looked up at the sky, shook his head, and withdrew his gaze into the room.

In the earphone, the head of the group who had been screaming at his mother finally recovered from the carton, so Hui Jia heard a heart-piercing roar before he put on the earphone: "I killed the nurse with a big trough. Are you an idiot? You said good blood!"

The handsome-looking demon monk stretched out the hand of the earphone for a while, raised his eyes and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of his eyes, ignoring the command of the crash very shamelessly, just clicked to shut down the computer, and went to sleep peacefully.

The riverside of Westport is another scene.

"So you've come across the place that was drawn in circles last time?" Long Ya picked up Qi Chen, walked into Lao Yuan's house, struttingly found a guest room, and flipped a brand new towel out. He wiped the water from Qi Chen's hair with his hands and feet.

"Yes, then I followed your method and ripped off the four talisman papers on it." Qi Chen's neck was almost twisted by the rude movements of that guy, and it was inconvenient to resist, so he had to give his head obediently. Let it frustrate.

"You're so daring and fat, I pulled it so neatly because I have the ability to deal with it no matter what the hell I pull out. What kind of confidence are you relying on to even think about it?!" Long Ya straightened the towel, "You have to have such a big face to do such a stupid thing!"

Qi Chen glanced at him and silently stretched out his claws to grab the towel and wipe it himself, but before his hand touched the edge of the towel, he was slapped back by Longya.

"Be honest!" Long Ya's forehead lawsuit, with a dark face, continued to grab the towel and wipe the water off Qi Chen's body.

It was as if he had a dryer in his palm, even the towel was hot, dry and fluffy, and the water droplets were sucked up wherever he swept, and it was very warm.

Qi Chen's soaked clothes were swept away by him so rudely, and the chill that grew from the cracks in his bones was also swept away.

As for Uncle Long himself, when he came out of the river, he was completely dry, and there was not a drop of water left.

The air conditioner in the guest room was turned on by Longya unceremoniously, sending warm air rushing towards the ground.

There was a person lying face down on the carpet in the house, and the whole body was soaked by the river water. He couldn't find a dry place. He was facing the air vent of the air conditioner. The short hair on the top of his head was swaying slightly by the wind. From time to time, a few drops of water rolled down, rolling down the scalp all the way to the neck, and smeared into the clothes.

Just looking at him, Qi Chen felt cold.

This person is none other than Lao Yuan.

It's just that the ghost attached to him disappeared without a trace after burying Qi Chen, and only the unconscious Lao Yuan was discarded by the river, like bacon hanging on the air, just like that. Hanging on the Linjiang railing, it is not a thing.

If he had been left to dry on the railing in the rain overnight, he would have been able to dig a hole on the spot and bury him directly.

Although Long Ya didn't like this indecisive thing, he still held his nose and carried people into the room with disgust, but he didn't have time to wait, so he threw it on the carpet and left it to fend for itself.

Qi Chen looked at Lao Yuan on the ground with a complicated expression: "I don't know when he was possessed."

Long Ya snorted and said angrily, "When else can you? Of course, after you get out of this house. What's the difference between him possessing and courting death under my nose? Huh?" He couldn't help but glared at Qi Chen, "Are you saying that you are stupid?! I think I have too little trouble, so I have to find ways to create some opportunities for people to take advantage of!"

"Taking a loophole?" Qi Chen thought that something was wrong after hearing this, "What is a loophole? What do you mean, Team Leader Long... Could it be that that person is still targeting me on purpose?"

After he asked this sentence, he frowned and froze for a moment, recalling some previous clips.

Because of the life-and-death struggle in the river, Qi Chen, who was finally relieved, only cared about the happiness and fear in his heart, and almost forgot the details of what happened before he fell into the water. Now that I think about it again, "Lao Yuan" smiled grimly and said something to him...

have not seen you for a long time?

Qi Chen: "..."

He suddenly felt that things were a little crazy.

Thinking back to what happened last time, the old lady kept saying that she wanted to come to Guanghe to find someone. Qi Chen thought she had listened to someone else's words and came to Longya, but the persimmon turned softly and turned to look at him.

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Could it be that these things were aimed at him from the very beginning?

But he is an ordinary person who can't be more ordinary, what is it worth that others come to him again and again?

"Team Long... I suddenly don't understand one thing." Qi Chen looked up at Long Ya who was standing, and asked suspiciously: "I have seen the files, Guanghe went up and down from the team leader to the front desk, There are all kinds of pots and pans, but none of them are people. Why did Director Dong recruit me? You also said that there are even several employees in the company that you hired at the treasure appraisal conference, so why? How about recruiting people from recruitment websites in such an ordinary way?"

Long Ya lowered his head and wiped his hands with a towel, then threw it onto Lao Yuan, who was lying on the ground. He gave Qi Chen a blank look and said, "Didn't I say it? Ask the personnel for the stupid things that the personnel do, and I don't care. How do I know how much water has gone into their brains?"

Qi Chen was not blocked by his words, but remembered many details that he hadn't paid attention to before: "Last time at the construction site, you said that Daotong and the old lady were invisible to ordinary people. I felt that something was not right, but was interrupted by what happened later, and I completely forgot about it, and now I think about what was wrong - ordinary people can't see it, why can I see it?"

"Ghost knows! But don't tell me that you have never heard of Yin-Yang Eyes in ghost stories." Long Ya replied angrily with his arms crossed.

"Well, even if I have yin and yang eyes. Then there is one more thing I can't figure out. Director Dong recruited me to do cultural relic restoration. Although I didn't study in college for nothing, I also did some practical exercises, and my level was decent. But I think it's fine for me to repair and repair ordinary cultural relics, your body is an ancient demon knife, you were actually repaired by me, and it was really repaired after welding?" Qi Chen's face was puzzled with a hint of daze, when he said the last , he himself felt a little mysterious.

However, he looked at Long Ya opening his mouth, and what he waited for was not an answer, but a furious roar: "You still have a face?! Lao Tzu has lost his dignity as the leader of the demon sword! How could that file and welding gun greet me? You I should be glad that I have a good temper and don't care about you, otherwise I would have screwed your head off!"

Qi Chen: "...The point of the leader of Long is not this, I want to say-"

Uncle Long was even more angry: "What's the point of not this?! Lao Tzu's face is the point, and you bring up things that have lost all of your face. What do you think you have in mind? Huh?!"

Qi Chen: "..." I'd better shut up for now.

It seems that Long Ya hasn't finished his anger yet. He stared at Qi Chen and seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he stopped, frowned, and then stretched out his long arms, scooping up Qi Chen who was sitting beside the bed. He covered his head in his arms and flicked to the side.

Almost at the same time as he dodged, a tall and sturdy figure broke through the wall, and with a cold light of cold iron, he madly raised his sword and attacked.