MTL - Guardian-Chapter 57 Merit pen

There was a complaint from Wang Zheng in the pavilion hallway: "Chu Shuzhi, I have told you. If you do n’t use these amulets, you have to clean up. How can you let her make it tomorrow?"

Chu Chushu's bitterness and frown deeply frowned, Guo Great Wall checked his eyes, immediately exerted the eyesight of the newcomer, and ran over to clean up.

Wu Daqing passed by without saying a word and walked straight into the "wall" of the Criminal Investigation Office.

There are no holes in the wall. There are rows of hardwood bookshelves, high, almost poke to the roof, driving some old ladders, between the bookshelf and the roof, leaving only a cat to pass through. In the gap, the walls are inlaid with large sea dragon balls, and the entire room is illuminated like daylight, but it will not hurt the unseen soul.

There is a smell of old books among the bookshelves, which is the scent of ink that has been deposited for many years, mixed with the musty smell of the pages that have been out of the sun for a long time, and has created a long-lasting, moist and clean book fragrance.

Sangzan is doing the finishing work. The words are many and simple. He basically doesn't know a few. He had to compare the spine and the signs on the shelf carefully. One by one, he did it slowly, but he never made a mistake. .

After Zhao Yunlan released him from the mountain and river cones, he specifically opened all the permissions of the library and assigned him such a job. The salary is the same as that of Guo Changcheng. According to the junior staff, the treatment is very good. However, Guo Great Wall was holding bright red tickets, while Sangzan was a lot of paper money and good incense.

This was the first dignified job he ever got. He was not a slave to be scolded by humans, nor was he a false leader who was dutifully admired, but only wanted to destroy these people in his heart-although it came too far Late, Sangzan has been dead for hundreds of years, but he still cherishes it.

I live with people I like and live peacefully and freely. After all, this is something that he hasn't been able to get all his life.

When Xun saw Daqing coming in, Sangzan greeted him seriously: "Gay, cat."

Daqing: "Tired, stuttering."

Wu Sangzan stunned--Wang Zheng is a quiet girl who doesn't teach curse words, so he didn't understand the word, and asked seriously, "Why is it clean?"

Wu Daqing stepped on the wooden bookshelf with a lot of thought, and casually said, "Jie Jia is the meaning of a good brother."

Sang Zanzan nodded, showing that he was instructed, and then said enthusiastically, "Oh, tired, cat clean!"

Wu Daqing: "..."

Sang Zanzan: "Cat cleansing, demon ... what do you want to see?"

Wu Daqing no longer even plays a low-key mood, lying on the shelf above his head: "Zhao Yunlan, did Zhao Chu take the book back the day before? Show me which one."

Sangzan was like listening to IELTS. He piously turned his ears and listened to the "recording" earnestly, and asked Daqing to speak with patience three times before he finally understood. A big smile was revealed with a sense of accomplishment, and a book that was too late to be placed on the shelf was pulled out of the cart: "Long, long is a tower."

The book cover is torn, and there is a little spilled coffee on the corners-needless to say which man is doing it. The cover book is written with the word "Soul Book", which has been torn a little, Looks unusually rundown.

Daqing jumped up, jumped from the high bookshelf, and landed on Sanzan's car. He pulled his claws and pulled it apart. There was nothing left between the opened pages.

Wu Daqing sank in his heart, and his repair was not enough.

For some reason, its strength at this time is not as good as 10% of the heyday, and it is even difficult to form. Mortal?

That is simply impossible.

Unless ... the soul of that man is waking up little by little.

"I haven't seen this book," Daqing snapped the book with his paw, unconsciously circled, and chased his tail. "Where did this book come from?"

It didn't know, Sangzan wouldn't even know it, a cat and a ghost stared at each other for a moment, the black cat finally lowered his head slowly, jumped from the car to the ground in a depressed mood, and went out, even My favorite milk cat food has no appetite.

It doesn't know if Zhao Yunlan "woke up" is good or bad, but he always feels uneasy.

云 Zhao Yunlan is now living very well. He is savvy and two hundred and five. After the warmth, he will think about kinkyness / sexuality, feel comfortable, and be smooth.

The black cat is a kind of animal that just wants to find a warm nest to sleep all day long in the winter, and wake up to eat a bit of food. By nature, it cannot understand the "big mind" of human beings. Now the old master is silly every day. With a face that forced young people to be more joyful, Daqing felt very relieved. He always felt that ... he didn't want to have extravagance.

But this branch is already born.

The biggest outside branch Shen Wei closed his eyes and walked straight through Huangquan. Even Huangquan had been immersed in sorrow and joy for a long time. It was like duckweed washed away by the big waves.

He didn't know how long he had sunk, as if Huang Quan had already seen it.

The water color gradually deepened, and the bottom was even darker, and the dark air wrapped around him, as if attracted by him, and suddenly entangled him into the whole person, and further down, there was no water, and the surrounding was just a dark and silent, people walked In it, the sense of time and space will soon be lost, giving birth to the solitude of only one person in the world.

Can't see the way or see the way, it's scary cold and scary empty.

This is a real nothingness that cannot be seen, heard, smelled, tasted or felt.

So when the low growl broke the silence, Shen Wei's knife rubbed on the opponent's neck almost at the same time.

There were sounds of footsteps approaching him in the darkness. Seven or eight beasts and a soul-slayer, they were also born here, longer than this. They were born out of sight. They all adapted to the darkness, and no one took up the fight. Whoever is cheap depends on whether the sword is fast or the sharp teeth of the beast are sharp.

Shen Wei was worried about Zhao Yunlan, unwilling to engage with them more, and evaded himself three times in the dark. The cautious beast finally changed from tentative to offensive, and rushed at him in a brain. At this moment, Shen Wei gave a light sigh and buckled The soul-slicing sword in the palm of the hand pushed out, smashing the heads of a series of ghostly animals, rolling all over the floor.

Shen Wei didn't hesitate, didn't look at the corpse on the ground, kicked his head away, and strode forward.

I do not know how long before he stopped, Shen Wei faintly heard a voice like a heartbeat.

The "yin soldiers" that the yin soldiers invited are actually not general soldiers. How can those little souls under the jurisdiction of the earth government dare to respond to the arrogant summons that "everyone in heaven and earth can kill"?

They are actually from a darker place than Huang Quan and darker than Hell.

Those horses with iron armor and white bones are just a reflection of the unreliable fantasies of the casters. They have no shape at all, and even ... if Zhao Yunlan did not use blood and iron as media, even if they climbed to the ground, in the eyes of others, maybe It's just a row of "animals."

Under such circumstances, Zhao Yunlan rushed to call the Yin soldiers, and then he still controlled them. One is that he has high talents, and the other is that he may be lucky. Shen Wei is sitting downstairs, and those things are not too bad.

"A land without light, there is a prison of great disrespect." At that time, Pangu opened up the world, divided the two sides of the turbidity, the turbidity was the ground, everything was orderly, and chaos was first broken. Then the earth ’s turbidity was deposited for hundreds of millions of years, and it was outside the world. , Has become such a place to hide dirt.

The son-in-law made people out of mud, because she was too anxious to wait for the dirt in the ground to sink, and hurried to the ground to become a human, so the original sin of the human race was born at the beginning, and here It's the same thing-people's natural desire for tyranny and destruction.

The saint repented, and later called the place of no light "great disrespect," forcing them to be isolated and blocked. Now, the cage sealed by ancient divine power has been broken for a long time, and a huge mouth was torn from the root, but then someone has forcibly sealed a lock. Now the seal has been crumbling, and the ghost is out of trouble. Around the world, more and more monsters followed suit.

The cleft can't be bigger.

Shen Wei knelt down on one knee, recitation of the seal mantra, and briefly held the loose seal, the vibration sound gradually subsided, and the gap seemed to be sealed.

Then he turned away solemnly, not knowing how long the peace now could last.

When Shen Wei returned to the world, the sky was almost dawning. He landed in Zhao Yunlan's small apartment. He wanted to gently fade away the black robe and didn't want to wake up Zhao Yunlan. Suddenly, he looked blankly and turned on the light with a wave of his hand— — There was no one in the room, and the bed he had packed in the morning was still on the bedside, without any trace of any movement.

Zhao Yunlan, who never returned at night, wrapped his coat tightly in front of the grave mountain and got out of the car.

When Shen Wei and he mentioned that Guo Changcheng saw the puppet on the glass window, Zhao Yunlan heard the voice outside the string that he did not say—at that time, he suddenly saw himself as Shen Wei, probably not from his own. The original intention is likely to be calculated.

Zhao Yunlan believes that if he didn't push himself repeatedly, Shen Wei would inevitably avoid him. If he knew he was there, let alone Guo Changcheng saw a puppet, even if he saw the true face of the soul killer, Shen Wei Nor would he show up in front of himself-it was too simple for Guo Changcheng to forget what he saw.

Zhao Yunlan remembered the reincarnation incident again. At that time, he followed the soul killer to Li Qian's house, and he heard a sentence on the top of the building-"Specially send him to you", who? what does that mean?

If the owner of the beast is the ghost face, then why does the ghost face do everything possible to lead the soul to himself?

But at the foot of the mountain cone, Zhao Yunlan felt that although the ghost had been threatening the soul killer with certain things, he did not reveal what he knew. In contrast, the black leather book sent to him by the local government sent him more deliberately. some.

Zhao Yunlan felt that he was standing on the earth's ground. There was a huge vortex beneath his feet. There were countless complicated hands inside, some pushing him out and some pulling him in. Everyone seemed to have his own calculations. There was a mist on his face.

Zhao Yunlan looked up, and saw a ghost fire on the middle of the mountain, emitting a cold light, like a pair of sinister eyes in the night, staring at him not too far away, he stopped, and the ghost fire also Then stopped as if to guide him. Zhao Yunlan followed, and slowly walked into the cemetery outside Ximei Village.

I don't know when it started to fog, the fog became more and more dense, the visibility was less than one meter, and in the whiteness, it seemed that only the ghosts and shadows not far away led the way.

The air also became wet, and occasionally a drop of water fell on his face, a grim icy cold.

From time to time, light or heavy sighs came, like countless ghosts wandering deep in the dry dense forest, Zhao Yunlan walked forward without squinting-they do not do evil, nor do good, wandering the world, Without reincarnation, everyone is crying, and everyone feels unjust.

How many people in the world died willingly?

云 Zhao Yunlan walked in the deep mist, the dark gray coat swept by the wide hem, and the white mist and the hand extended from the graveyard could not help but retreat, but none of the lone ghosts approached him.

Then, in the cemetery on the outskirts of the night, there began to cry. Zhao Yunlan was finally impatient and stopped. He spread his palm simply and violently, and a strong flame ignited under the yellow paper rune. The cry became sharp. Sorry, countless vague shadows scrambled to retreat. The white mist seemed to be flammable, and it was ignited at once, like a fire dragon, spraying out from his hands, and immediately wiped the white mist of the entire cemetery clean. .

"If you want to make a grievance, you should knock on Yan Luo's drums in Ten Halls, and cry with me?" He looked cold and looked up, and the ghost fire had disappeared.

The night is as cold as water, and the stars are like washing.

He hangs in mid-air for a round of the first quarter, and the dry cold wind is like a knife, scraping his exposed skin. Zhao Yunlan pulled up the scarf, almost covering half his face.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside him, seemingly far away and sometimes close, and with some kind of tear-like husky, sang: "The second quarter moon, the head of a wild grave, the ghost fire leads the way to sorrow and grief, through the forest wind, Bone flute, fox criticizing people's hide-and-seek drama. Old man and you blame, please listen to me and listen to my head, change the head of the person to silver, the beauty of the whole skin for gold, two or three pounds of corpse oil, for Ronghua Wealth and wealth for half a life, if you hold the three souls and seven souls, you will be returned to the earth and returned to the earth, the butcher of the first life.

The sound was like nails scratching the glass, making the scalp numb.