After the mature woman got in the car, Ouyang Rong did not hesitate, and hurriedly followed up. After paying the fare, he found a place to sit at will. I don’t know if it was because of the mature woman’s scruples that he specifically picked a little away from her. Farther seat.
Along the way, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He did not bring a peach wooden box, but only a few Qi pills on his body. If possible, he hopes to end this commission smoothly. Although the gray domain is a land of no owner, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, but as long as Keep a low profile. With his current appearance, he will never attract the attention of those who do evil or evil spirits.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven—" Ouyang Rong silently counted the seconds, and when he reached "one", he put his hand on his side of his face and began to breathe in slowly.
Nuanchun once said that the human skin mask must be filled with air every three hours. In order to prevent the human skin mask from becoming necrotic, it is best to be placed in an extremely stable environment. Under Ouyang Rong’s test, it takes about three minutes. , Only after three minutes are spent steadily, can it be considered as perfect activation activity.
When he opened his eyes again, the mature woman happened to look and smiled at him friendly.
"I don't know her." Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a little chilly, and he kept searching for this strange figure in the depths of his mind. In the end, I came to the conclusion that I had never seen this person.
He took the initiative to look at the direction of the mature woman and found that the other person was supporting her face with one arm, looking at the scene outside the window. He didn't care about his sight.
"It should be an illusion, this girl should just be self-acquaintance." Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned against the window, and began to think about how to sneak into the chaotic auction. The client just asked him to buy his favorite items. Provide any other help.
"In the final analysis, why the fortune teller can get such a marginal list, is it deliberately cheating me." If this time the fortune teller is making small calculations in secret, Ouyang Rong will consider changing to an intermediary.
He is a second-level demon exorcist, a famous teacher, as long as he is willing, many people don't mind to help him. The reason why he has always been kind to the fortune-teller is mainly because of the face of his master, Ouyang Yao. According to Ouyang Yao himself, this fortune-teller has been in this industry a long time ago, although sometimes he is greedy. The connections and resources in his hands are undoubtedly top-notch intermediaries.
With him, at least don’t worry about not being able to receive a good order. Of course, you must have the strength to resist even being trapped while receiving an order. Yangshan undoubtedly meets his conditions-strong and low-key, he doesn’t like to do it. Even if he was pitted, he could always forgive him generously.
After thinking for a long time, Ouyang Rong gently rubbed the paper surface of the commission in her arms with her fingers, and finally thought helplessly: "One step is one step. Although the gray zone is dangerous, the auction is not the Colosseum. Just take it. What the client wants, leave immediately, and nothing will happen."
With the heating in the car, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but feel sleepy, thinking that she had become a little lazy under the influence of her apprentice. In the confusion, Ouyang Rong decided to obey the instinct of the body and go to sleep quietly. During the fishing period, the bus still drove steadily and fast, without much waves, just like a calm sea.
When he was alone in the bus, the bus also arrived at the center of Huayang City. The driver kindly awakened Ouyang Rong. After awkwardly thanking him, Ouyang Rong walked in a corner of the unfamiliar city.
"It's a waste of time to find it. Anyway, the white gate is everywhere, and there is no need to turn around." The white gate that Ouyang Rong usually walks is like a lost beacon at this moment. As a last resort, he can only look for other "letters Mark"-White Gate.
Probably because of the development of commerce in the city center, like the dark alleys on the periphery of the city, there are almost no here. In the end, after searching for it, Ouyang Rong finally found the mark of the white door in a public toilet that was about to be rebuilt. . Taking advantage of the lack of people around, Ouyang Rong directly rushed into the room and entered a compartment, enduring the peculiar smell in the air, amidst the fluctuations of the space, he walked into the white door.
The scene inside the White Gate is colorful, countless silk threads swimming around like weird snakes, Ouyang Rong pinched the throat of a certain space, at the moment when he was about to enter the White Market, the road to the White Market in the world was stagnated. .
Because it has not been maintained after many years, most of the white gates have an irreversible loophole, which will randomly send people who use the white gate to a battlefield in the dark age. When someone uses Qi to influence the complex and sophisticated hexagrams within the Chuan Yao hexagrams, the entire space will become chaotic, and then there will be a tragedy that no one wants to see. In order to prevent a certain young demon exorcist from disappearing from then on, the demon exorcist will always publish a notice that no one is allowed to keep using Qi after entering the White Gate. If you don't listen, you will be at your own risk.
"If you can, I really don't want to do things that violate the law and discipline." Ouyang Rong looked helpless. He is now a person with apprentices, so he shouldn't be a good example.
Gently use your fingertips to provoke the hexagram formation in your palm, looking for the beacon you need. In the flexible fingertips, the various lines are ignored by him, and finally, a gleam of light flashes in his eyes, amidst the colorful colors. A gray strip deliberately hides itself.
"The entrance to the gray realm." Each thread represents a desolate and dark battlefield, where it is not only a hell where humans and monsters cannibalize each other, but also the grave of those who fall into it.
Picking up all the silk threads, Ouyang Rong gently held the gray silk. In the next second, an irresistible suction came from the palm of his hand. In the blink of an eye, the stagnant space returned to normal. Only Ouyang Rong and the one were held. The gray silk disappeared quietly, and the silk thread that looked like a streamer wandered infinitely in the space, washing away traces of Ouyang Rong's existence like a stream of water.
And Ouyang Rong himself was also in the quiet and terrifying stream, moving further and further, and finally completely merged into the darkness.
At the orphanage at this moment, Bai Pho is still lazy as usual, nestling lazily in a comfortable chicken coop, raising his head from time to time to peck the food in front of him, and screaming joyfully in the air.
At the moment Ouyang Rong disappeared into the present world and headed to the Grey Territory, it let out a scream, and the sting on the chicken's ass made it very dissatisfied. Just the day before Ouyang Rong's departure, it was rare to worry about this owner, and took the initiative to give Ouyang Rong a chicken butt feather.
"Gluck" If you are in danger of life, burn this demon feather, this chicken will consider whether to save you according to your mood. Bai Pho took the chicken feathers in front of Ouyang Rong, and Ouyang Rong accepted it with gratitude. He knew that because of Ouyang Lingzhi, White Phosphorus had always been very dissatisfied with himself, but even so, it was still willing to help in the crisis. Own, this can't help but touch him very much. (End of this chapter)