Chapter 83: Soul Light

Wu Daqing had almost scratched through the floor of the Criminal Investigation Department, and finally saw Zhao Yunlan and Zhu Hong walking in one after another.
Although the gas field between the two people is obviously wrong, Daqing thinks that as a cat, it is better to ignore the love and hatred between the owners, so he screamed "Ancient Secret" like a rat. Records, "and tossed it under Zhao Yunlan's feet:" This book is so deadly that I checked it, and it really came out of Antique Street. "
云 Zhao Yunlan picked up the book silently and wiped the cat's mouth watermark on it with his hand: "Antique Street?"
"Antique Street", as its name implies, specializes in selling all kinds of antique utensils. Although most of them are fakes, occasionally some illegally unearthed artifacts are mixed.
But this "Ancient Secret Records" is obviously a photocopy. As long as the IQ can reach human standards, no one will think that this thing is an unearthed cultural relic. The "heavy life" said by Daqing is probably another matter- Most people don't know. The small shop inside Antique Street, besides selling various feudal superstition supplies, also takes care of a large locust tree at the door.
To sum up in Zhao Yunlan's words, the big locust tree is a transportation hub. It is similar to the one-stop subway bus. There are various transportation modes that can communicate with all walks of life, such as from the earth to the demon city, from the earth to the prefecture, etc. .
树枝 The branches and leaves of the big locust tree carry on the earth, and the big root is connected to Huangquan.
云 Zhao Yunlan looked up at the black cat: "So you mean, this book is from the prefecture?"
The black cat nodded and nodded.
云 Zhao Yunlan asked again, "Who bought it?"
The black cat licked its paws: "The origin is unknown, I can't find the purchase record, maybe it was the previous job ..."
"That's impossible." Zhao Yunlan flipped through this book without a book number and without any publisher information. "Looking at the level of printing and typesetting and the old and new of the paper, it should be relatively new. It must be something that I took over in the past. It's been a long time. "
Daqing don't say with deep meaning: "Then we have come to a conclusion. This must be bought by cat food."
In other words, someone brought it in by some means-this person must be very clear about the secrets of ancient times, even the four pillars of the word are clearly written.
And the special investigation department's book collection is very regular. The spine is colored with labels and codes. This is why Sangzan can not recognize the words and can put the books back one by one. Then this book says the ancient gods. Why is my book being caught in the column "Nuowa created the sky"?
"This is actually a" black book "," Daqing interjected. The so-called "black book" refers to a book buyer who "goes to work at night." Through some channels, he obtained books from inhuman places. In contrast, the "white paper" flowing in the world, Daqing stretched out his claws to pull open the pages of the book, and saw that his dark claws were pressed down, and suddenly there was an unexplainable black gas flowing between the pages, "very It's so hidden that we haven't marked it here. If you want to check it, I suggest that we explore Antique Street by night. "
夜 When the night came, Zhao Yunlan finally couldn't hold back and called Shen Wei. The cold female voice said: "The call you made is not in the service area ..."
He looked at the screen of his mobile phone for a moment, and savored the taste of "not seeing every other day in three autumns" until Daqing came over and impatiently stretched his claws and pushed his elbow: "Don't think of spring It's gone. "
Only then did he pick up the prodigal cat cub and walk out, and when he went out, he found that Zhu Hong was standing beside the car and was waiting for him silently.
Ji Zhuhong's eyes accidentally paired with him, and she immediately laughed at herself: "Do you think I'm quite cheap, and I still have to follow the words?"
"..." Zhao Yunlan paused, "I just want to remind you to wear down jackets."
In the middle of the night, the two cats drove to Antique Street in a very awkward atmosphere, and they came to the big locust tree by car.
Zhao Yunlan glanced aside and saw two pale paper lanterns hanging from the door of the small shop next to Dahuaishu, with a big halo in it. The words on it were blown by the wind, and they could only discern an approximate one. Is exactly the word "zhenhun".
云 Zhao Yunlan suddenly remembered something that he had been neglected for a long time. He patted the black cat standing on his shoulder and whispered, "What does" zhenhun "mean?"
"The soul of the living being, the heart of the deceased, the redemption of the sin that hasn't been returned." After Daqing finished speaking, he changed from a literary meow back to an under-pull meow, raised his head and looked at him scornfully. One glance, "Isn't it written on the back of the Soul Order? Are you blind?"
Zhao Yunlan did not have a common sense with him, and murmured, "Why is the scepter left by Kunlun Jun, why is it called town soul?"
What is the meaning of life and death that Shennong has been talking about?
He walked into the large locust tree with all kinds of thoughts, and went straight down from the trunk to be able to descend all the way to Huangquan.
On Huangquan Road, there are no souls on the road, but in the middle of them, two of them are not humans, and the remaining one is carrying a soul-saver order. It belongs to the privileged class and it doesn't matter. The water was snoring on both sides, and there was a kind of cold water dripping into it. When people walked in it, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, for fear of disturbing the grieving souls who passed by.
The "pedestrians" passing by were stunned and driven by ghosts, as if shepherds were carrying a flock of sheep.
Zhao Yunlan didn't go this way when he came to do things, but he was panicked every time, he couldn't squint, and walked fast. This time, he had a lot of questions in his heart, and he couldn't help minding.
I saw a thin and narrow Huangquan road, all the way up, like a legendary road, with iron slate at the foot, bubbles on the two sides of Huangquan in the water, or bubbles, as if something would come from inside at any time Come up. On both sides of the road, there are two rows of small oil lamps like street lamps, one at ten feet, emitting a large halo of beans, dragging out a long lamp shadow. Below are one or two legendary flowers on the other side of the garlic family. A small slice of bright red.
Zhao Yunlan studied it for a while before he remembered it. This is the Soul Soul Lamp. A long time ago, he saw it from a miscellaneous book and said that the Soul Soul Lamp is a guide to the ghosts on Huangquan Road. How many things can I forget As long as the Huangquan Road is long, all the dusty margins have been washed by the lights of the soul-soul lamp. At the end of the bridge, the bowl of boiled Mengpo soup boiled by the river can be taken for reincarnation.
The predecessors have become nothing. Although the small lights are not burning, they can develop a new soul.
云 Zhao Yunlan couldn't help but bend down and looked carefully at the soul lamp, only to see the four words "to the dead" live upright on the base.
Martyrdom did the true meaning of reincarnation.
Suddenly, there seemed to be something flashing in front of him. Zhao Yunlan suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if his heart was dug out by life. He walked in a trance, and was held by Zhu Hong's hands behind him. Zhu Hong held his voice. Very low: "What happened to you?"
云 Zhao Yunlan's face was pale, and he swallowed the stinking gas from his throat stiffly. He held his left chest for a moment and silently shook his head at her and continued to move forward.
I walked all the way to the ghost town, Zhao Yunlan took out several obstacles from the wallet, and each of them held one piece in his mouth, so that he could hide the breath of soul and not be noticed by the ghosts in the city.
In addition to ghosts and queuing souls in ghost towns, there are also sinners who are deeply devoted to failing to rebirth and serve sentences here. They live in ghost towns for hundreds of thousands of years. What the living cannot understand.
When Zhao Yunlan was a teenager, he had been here to recover a living soul who had strayed into the ghost city, but the living soul did not come back. Instead, he let him see the scene of how the living soul was embraced by the little ghost in the city and sucked dry. Later, the ghost sent a strengthening company to suppress the riots in the ghost town.
At that time, Zhao Yunlan was still young and had almost a psychological shadow on this scene. The living person could write "He Huan He, Death Fear", probably because he had forgotten the taste of death.
The dying soul's thirst for anger is as crazy as a drowning person craves the air, instinctively and unable to contain it.
The Tatars are still like this, not to mention the ghost clan born in 100,000 ghostly grounds.
This is the reason why Zhao Yunlan feels sorry for Shen Wei. Sometimes, in his opinion, Shen Wei has been so harsh on himself that he even abused his nature.
Zhu Hong had never been to the ghost town, and looked at Zhao Yunlan a little uneasily. Zhao Yunlan whispered to her: "No matter what happens, don't spit out the blind leaves in your mouth, otherwise it is too much trouble and there are too many ants They can kill elephants. These little ghosts are more difficult than you think. "
Zhu Hong nodded.
Zhao Yunlan glanced at her, and gave a glance, and said, "Otherwise you'll wait for me outside."
Wu Zhuhong 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 he was going somewhere. As long as she watched it, she could feel more at ease.
The black cat jumped off Zhao Yunlan's shoulder and walked in front of it. The black cat and black dog are all things that are overcast and shameful. The little ghost instinctively retreats when he sees it. With the black cat, it is as if a police car has opened the road. , The two mixed into the ghost town is almost smooth.
十五 The fifteenth month of the month is a big episode of the ghost town. Right now, the ghost market is a bit depressed.
On a short street, there was an old mother-in-law squatting at the corner of the street, with a small basket under her feet, curled up at the side of the road, and a pair of little yellow eyes glaringly followed the occasional passing ghost. At first glance, it was like Fan The old man who came out to do a small business in the evening was desolate. Zhu Hong couldn't help but look at her one more time. When she saw her mother-in-law, she smiled and burst out a yellow tooth. She said to Zhu Hong, "Buy life, buy life. La."
The voice was hoarse and scratched like a small piece of iron scraped on the bone. Zhu Hong got goosebumps, and Zhao Yunlan was dragged away immediately.
"Don't watch," he whispered, "that shoubo has a bad reputation and sells all white goods."
Zhu Zhuhong couldn't help asking, "What is white goods?"
"Eating her birthday cake to prolong life is not natural life. It is also a kind of life extension to make you suffer in the bed like a vegetative, understand?" Zhao Yunlan wrapped the coat a little, her collar was raised, and her voice was lowered. "Walk your way well, don't look around. This is the third regardless of the zone. If you see more of them, they will buy and sell more, causing trouble."
Xu Zhuhong's gaze was afraid to float immediately, and she went forward without squinting. When they passed the long street market, they saw a little hut inside, and a white and black sign stood on the door: "Please."
You should n’t say that the small thatched house is broken in every way, but at the entrance, like the small shop next to the big locust tree on the antique street, there are two white lanterns with the words "town soul" hanging on it.
"Nine times, it should be what their family sells." The black cat turned his head and said, "Their family was born once, and the yin and yang swapped. Grocery store. "
Zhao Yunlan walked over in front of it, and raised his hand to push the door. With a squeak, the ragged doorknob was pushed open. Zhao Yunlan first removed a small lens from the wallet and stuck it up. Immediately above the gate, he walked in.
As soon as I settled down, the voice of a little girl came from inside, saying crisply, "" The light mirrors the road, the little ghost will not enter. "Is there anything important for the VIP?"
Zhao Yunlan lifted his chin and motioned to Zhu Hong to close the door. When the curtain of the back room was opened, a little girl with two braids of brushes came out.
This little girl is not yet as tall as an adult. She has a face that looks like a piece of paper and is so white. She has painted two blood-red red faces with cinnabar on her cheeks, a pair of dead black eyes, red lips, and a red dress. An old padded jacket, expressionless.
Let people see, not only can't feel her cuteness at all, but she feels that this face with children's voice is terrifying.
Zhao Yunlan opened the door to see the mountain. He said without a word, he took out the "Ancient Secret Records", pressed a soul-crushing order on it, squatted down, and his eyes were flush with the little girl: "I have something to ask the little girl, please help Be busy. "
The little girl's gaze fell on the Soul Order, but she said plainly, "It turned out to be the Lord's presence-how is my brother?"
"Dare-your brother is doing well. I just asked someone to send him a few pounds of bacon the other day," Zhao Yunlan said politely. "I just want to ask the girl, this book is sold in your shop." Is it? "
The little girl reached out to take it, and across a wide distance, she could feel the cold radiating from her body, passing it along the pages of the book, and the place touched had a layer of hoarfrost on the paper, and she opened it two Page, nodding promise: "Yes, it's mine."
She turned the book to the last page. At the corner of the corner where it was most inconspicuous, there was a gray seal. Looking closely, she could hardly recognize the word "groceries". The little girl pointed at it and said, "This is Our private seal. "
Zhao Yunlan: "Who can the girl buy the book and check and bring to the world?"
He said, he took a stack of paper money out of his bag, and lit it with a lighter in front of the little girl.
The little girl's eyes rolled around, revealing a stiff smile: "You are welcome, wait a moment, please come and have a cup of tea."
Two people and one cat followed her into the tattered grocery store. The little girl gave them tea. Zhao Yunlan picked it up and smelled it, and made tea-making—of course, he didn't dare drink it. The living soul cannot eat what is under Huang Quan. It has been in the play for a long time, and people with a little common sense will understand.
I saw the little girl pulling a huge threaded account from behind the desk case, turning it page by page. After a while, she suddenly said, "I found it."
The little girl looked up and smiled at Zhao Yunlan: "Forgot to ask the name of the Lord?"
"Free name surname Zhao," Zhao Yunlan frowned, with an ominous premonition, "Zhao Yunlan."
"That's right." The little girl pushed the huge account book in front of him.
I saw the buyer suddenly recorded above: On July 15, Ren Wu, the soul-setter, Zhao Yunlan.