Chapter 36:

The apprentices took Mithril out of the trunk in a mess, and then the group held the big killer in their arms, but squeezed back to side by side.
People's fear of things that are invisible and invisible to the naked eye can be traced back to the origin of Homo sapiens. Bacteria, viruses, toxins, doom ... and even later, based on the above things, imagine the ghosts that scare yourself are more frightening than physical monsters.
It made Sheng Lingyuan more and more unintelligible-the "weapons" that these people used to blast mountains and deal with scarecrows were actually the same.
Before he could see the "Mithril" clearly, he felt that Xuan Yuan had a little bit of bad water in his heart. He looked back and saw Xuan Yuan making a gesture to Luo Cuicui.
Luo Cuicui held her breath and posed a gimmicky gesture, and then blushed her neck and
stretched
a few green dill stems from her wrists, and the green vines fell to the ground, holding her secretly. The apprentices of Silver quietly bypassed the ankles of several people.
Then Xuan Yuan raised his phone, Luo Cuicui yanked the rattan, and at the same time, an audio of a female ghost screaming just stepped on the drum.
"Ghost! A ghost scratches my foot!"
The crowd burst their throats.
Immediately, "Boom", Mithril went out of business!
Sheng Lingyuan reached out and blocked his eyes. The palm almost touched the heat of Mithril. On the one hand, he had never seen such a weapon, but was shocked by the powerful energy and simple operation. He is unfamiliar with modern horror movies, so he didn't keep up with the plot and was so confused that he didn't understand how these people were scared to pee.
The apprentices in gray costumes embraced Mithril, but they were like toddlers with sharp swords. They were in danger. The weapon was not only self-defense, but not enough for them to hit their own blades.
The smitten Mithril fired a meteor-like white light directly into the distance, drawing a gorgeous parabola, and then hit the highway. The entire road was cut into two sections from the middle. The appalled apprentices were in a mess. I couldn't keep my eyes open from that light again.
Wang Ze: "Zhang Zhao!"
Zhang Zhao
clicked
to pause for a moment, Wang Ze and Xuan Ye moved at the same time!
... is that the cooperation is not very tacit.
As soon as the king team rang a finger, water droplets condensed in Dongchuan's humid air and quickly formed a film. When they met people, they formed a layer of transparent handcuffs and touched them. "Cuffed" firmly so that you can no longer fire.
Xuan Yuan planned to directly heat the Mithril gun barrel, which made the grandchildren let go.
Unfortunately, the two of them didn't discuss it in advance, and the result of the operation at the same time was that there was a "water and fire"-"water handcuffs" made Xuan Yuan roast evaporate!
Pig teammates!
Wang Zeqing simply jumped: "Director Xuan, do you remember that you were a logistics?"
Xuan Yuan: "The whole world has forgotten, as far as I remember, is it useful!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
His migraine hadn't passed yet, and the two of them throbbed with their temples.
The precious one-second pause just jumped over, Gray Tangzhuang immediately returned to God: "Who ?!"
Zhang Zhao was very desperate. He grabbed it for a second, and then he had to return it. The other things around accelerated, which meant they were going to become slow-motion players. After all, the old man in the gray costume had two brushes. In the blink of an eye, he knew that he was being pitted, and the audio of Xuanjing's scary ghost call just leaked their position!
Gray Tangzhuang old man: "rat!"
He jerked something out of his sleeve, the size of a handkerchief, gray, and looked like a rag.
The "rag" fell to the ground and immediately spread towards the surroundings. The ground under the feet of the gang of allies became a swamp. Except for the winged Xuan Yuan, everyone was dragged down by the swamp.
Ping Qianru responded the fastest, and fell to the ground as soon as possible, lying upright at the feet of Sheng Lingyuan.
Sheng Lingyuan glanced at her suddenly, as if Ping Qianru wanted to confirm that this was the so-called "sword spirit", not the big devil who thundered and thundered, and boldly explained to him: "Increase in the area of ​​force will Reduce pressure. "
Xuan Yuan: "Press your head, flash away!"
Gray Tangzhuang grabbed a handful of Mithril and aimed at several people "captured" by the swamp.
Sheng Lingyuan sighed, and probably understood why "Qingping Division" later closed Zhang Daji.
He raised one hand, and ended up with a mudra while whispering a shamanic word.
The swamp under his feet resembled an obedient child, "coiled" from the ground, and then rose into the air, covering his face with the Tang Tang suit and his group of apprentices.
Xuan Yuan said for a moment: "Is this a curse of the witch people?"
Sheng Lingyuan said "um".
Xuan Yuan immediately asked, "How can the old gray rabbit use it? Did they decipher the shaman language?"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer, but Xuan Yuan saw a picture from his heart-the young man lay on the stone table, dipped the special flower juice with the fish bone, and stroked the land on the leaves that were not rotten or cast. Turn the shaman language into ancient Chinese. Chinese characters are different from shamanic words. They are horizontal and vertical, with edges and corners. If they are not careful, they will scratch the leaves. They need to be as careful as carving on the eggshell. Little Alozin supported his head and looked aside. He was hypnotized by his slow motion. His eyelids became heavier. He shook left and right for a while, and planted the flower juice for writing. Sheng Lingyuan was covered with "Peach Blossoms" by him, and the leaves that he had hardly written also turned red, so he arrested Alozin for a violent meal.
The picture flickered so quickly that Xuan Yuan almost thought it was his illusion.
There are no records of witch people in history, as if they never existed. Only things like "Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly" have been passed down. People "talk about butterfly color change". If you know its origin, probably "Witch people" will enter the villain material library of novels and movies.
The princes of Yuede probably only thought that the tombs they dug belonged to an ancient tribe with strange customs. This tribe manipulated witchcraft, there was no cultural heritage, and it appeared silently. Society evolved into feudal society, and then disappeared silently into the waves of history.
Even if the East Window incident happened, people probably only care about Yuede Gong deceiving the world and endangering public safety. No one knows what they destroyed, no one cares.
Grey Tang suit fired, and the bullet and the backspelled spell slammed together. Grey Tang suit with a group of apprentices was overturned. Without waiting for the old man to recover his vision, he suddenly held a "click" sound while holding Mithril's wrist, followed by a severe pain, and Gray Tangzhuang screamed.
Bai Guang dispersed, and the apprentices suddenly found that their master was kneeling on the ground, his broken wrist was pressed behind him, his neck was unnaturally tilted, and he had rolled his eyes.
Xuan Yuan quickly called in his heart, "Your Majesty, keep someone!"
Sheng Lingyuan lifted his eyelid and glanced at him, Xuan Yuan immediately acted as an interpreter for him, and rushed to the apprentices who shouted, "Let down your arms! Otherwise, twist your master's head off!"
The gray Tang suit echoed, and the "Mithril" in the hands of the disciples fell to the ground.
"Wait," until the dangerous mass / destructive weapons have been collected, and the suspects have been arrested and brought to justice, the Wang team has not returned. "Aren't we law enforcement officers, why did the scene just seem to have taken the villains?" script?"
After receiving the news, Xiao Zheng flew in from Yong'an in person, and at the same time urgently mobilized support from other branches in nearby provinces and cities, and arrested several apprentices of Yuedegong overnight.
The altar of the witch tribe was blown up, but "if you don't know what you are doing, don't know what to do." Yue Degong has been in Dongchuan for nearly a hundred years, and there are countless disciples and offspring. All kinds of transfer records, transaction records, and searched out "mantras" The technical evidence is conclusive, and even the mother-in-law cannot say anything.
In the Penglai conference room, all the big guys who had just been challenged by the Foreign Control Bureau were as quiet as chickens, afraid of being set on fire--they did not have the unique criminal conditions of Yuedegong, and they could not get the ancient witch spell, so they did not form Such a desperate "profit model", but if you go deeper, no one would dare to guarantee it, and you have never done anything similar under your own door.
It wasn't until Director Xiao came over and handed over that Xuan Yuan was able to rest, and the group was rushed to the hotel in the city. Starting from receiving this unlucky task, Xuan Yuan first found out that his sword was not his own, and then was mixed into the grudge and resentment of His Majesty and the Witch Chief, and felt that the three views of the first half of his life were pushed back and forth several times. , Exhausted, fell asleep on the road.
Chaotic dreams dragged him down. In the dream, he seemed to be back in the era of the Kyushu melee, and his perspective kept changing, sometimes people, sometimes monsters, and sometimes some hidden humanoids, regardless of Whatever it is, it will die.
Sometimes when he was attacked on the battlefield, he dreamed that he was squatting down on the ground exhausted, trying to tear the bark of the bark. Before he could get it into his mouth, he was beheaded by an enemy suddenly emerging from the darkness.
Sometimes he was a civilian of a certain group, curled up in a run-down hut in the shouting and screaming of Zhentian, couldn't figure out what he was, and who and who were fighting outside, and then died of a casual float over Surgery, ants are silent.
Sometimes he was a wandering refugee, thousands of miles away, with only dead bodies and ashes in front of him. His stomach was burning, and his eyes couldn't be moved away from the corpse of the flesh, and he couldn't help but pounce on the rotten meat on the bones. The dead bodies exposed on the side of the road were strange and strange, some of them still had vicious hexes and curses attached, and had strong acidic corrosiveness. As he stuffed his mouth, he watched his hands and esophagus burned through. , But couldn't stop at all ... too hungry, he became a living hungry ghost, eating himself little by little ...
Xuan Yuan woke up in cold sweat, the car to send them was parked in front of the hotel, heartbreaking hunger and hunger still hovered on his chest, Sheng Lingyuan leaned on the window and watched him: "You have such a dream interesting."
Xuan Yuan: "..."
By the way, his mind is now a hood!
Xuan Yuan gritted his teeth, forced all his thoughts down, and began to report the name of the dish in his mind. For a while, he was hungry. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes flashed a smile.
"Yes, me, Alozin ... even Danli, even if there is a great grievance and last resort, compared to that world, that's all it is ... oh, thank you." Sheng Lingyuan stepped out of the car, gracefully. Rushing to the doorman who helped him pull the door, he nodded. Unexpectedly, just halfway through, he was dazzled by the hotel's magnificent lobby.
It turns out that the ancients, even Her Majesty the Emperor, had to become a stuffed bun that they had n’t eaten or seen before.
Sheng Lingyuan stayed for a while: "... what is this place?"
"Hotel." The yawning king team got out of the car, and finally thought they understood a word, and took the sentence smoothly, "Brother Sword ... what a broken name, how can it sound like a curse?" —Welcome to the twenty-first century! "
Sheng Lingyuan's days are not short, but he was first drawn to a county hospital and isolated, and then turned into a sword. Although everything is fresh, it is limited to "looking".
It wasn't until this meeting that he truly "fall into the world" himself.
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