At five or six o'clock, it was already dark.
A small light was turned on in the living room, Yan Lanyu was sitting on the sofa, staring at the cardboard box in front of her, with only one feeling in her heart.
- What should come will always come.
From the very beginning, he did not believe that he would be able to leave the Tantric Sect smoothly.
Where is the secret door? The darkest world of Japan's Yin-Yang Dao, the most highly concentrated temple of power. For hundreds of years, only a few people could escape there, but those who left alive would not be able to escape the fate of setting foot in Huangquan soon.
Fortunately, no matter what comes at the moment, no one else can be implicated.
Yan Lanyu took a deep breath, cut the scotch tape with a knife, and opened the carton. The orange-yellow light reflected a palm-sized round box in the cardboard box. The lid of the box was engraved with blue patina, intricate and indistinct patterns.
Yan Lanyu picked up the round box and his expression changed slightly.
- It turned out to be a bronze mirror.
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In a noodle shop downstairs in the community, the north wind blows straight in the dilapidated shop hall, the hot pot in the kitchen is lifted, and the white mist wafted with the aroma of chopped green onion blows.
"Your beef noodles—"
The boy in black took the bowl, turned back to his seat, and opened the wooden chopsticks to eat.
"sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."
The boy's cuffs moved slightly, and after a while, a thumb-sized, snake-like, horned head stuck out, leaned over to the noodle bowl and began to drink the soup.
The young man didn't mind, but the snake-like creature just took a few sips. The whole body slipped out of the cuff and began to climb up the young man's arm to his shoulders. Its dark scales flashed with a slight sheen, which was not conspicuous on the boy's black clothes, and quickly climbed up on his shoulders and looked around.
The young man snorted softly.
Xiaolong buried his head, then plunged into his neckline, and disappeared with a swipe.
The noodle shop owner, who happened to pass by with a bowl, didn't notice this scene, but when he heard the boy's scolding, it was not Chinese at all, so he couldn't help but look back.
I saw that the young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He only wore a black T-shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of fingerless leather gloves on his hands in the cold winter. The edges were very worn. His complexion is slightly dark, but his facial features are very bright and handsome, especially the brow bone and the bridge of the nose are very deep and three-dimensional; these facial features do not look like Han people at first glance, but have the feeling of a minority in the southwest.
There were only a few customers in the shop, and the boss listlessly wiped the stove with a rag, while looking at the black-clothed brother boredly.
foreigner? North drift
I haven't gone home for the New Year, and I don't know what kind of job I have in Beijing. It's hard to live these days.
At this moment, the teenager seemed to notice the gaze falling on him, and raised his head to glance at the boss. In an instant, as if the cold wind whizzed across his neck, the boss suddenly shivered.
- Good... such bright eyes!
Just like the falcon's gleaming gaze at the moment when it locked on its prey, just a glance at it makes an indescribable timidity rise from the heart.
"Curiosity killed the cat..." The young man murmured in Miao language, and after finishing his last mouthful of noodle soup, he put down the bowl.
At this time, his eyes crossed the door of the store, and suddenly saw a person walking towards the door of the community across the road. In the winter, I just wore a shirt, which looked extra thin in the wind. I walked across the intersection and walked to a private car on the side of the road. I probed and said something to the driver in the car.
The boy's eyes narrowed slightly.
- That person is Yan Lanyu.
The young man threw Zhang Fifty on the greasy tabletop, suddenly got up and strode out of the store, and went straight across the road.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred in front of him, and Yan Lanyu suddenly grabbed the neckline of the private car driver and started beating him with a fist!
The driver suddenly struggled and screamed.
Originally, there were no people on the street at night in the big winter. When the driver called, the voice came from far away, and even the doorman at the gate of the community and a few customers in the noodle shop came out to see it. In front of everyone's eyes, Yan Lanyu neatly kicked the driver out of the car and fell on the road, then bent over to get in the car.
"Grab the car! Grab the car!" The driver shouted as if he had seen a ghost, crawling back, "Help! Grab the car!"
Someone in the distance began to run towards this side, but their movements were not as fast as the black-clothed boy—I saw him rushing across the intersection, dashing forward, grabbing Yan Lanyu's arm, and backhanding him off the car drag.
Yan Lanyu raised her head: "Who are you?"
The voice was unusually hoarse and unpleasant, and the black-clothed youth was slightly startled, and then he saw that Yan Lanyu's eyes were double pupils!
-Only those who have been caught by the ghost will show their eyes!
"Who are you?" The young man said coldly, cutting back to the back of Yan Lanyu's neck!
Yan Lanyu's movements were very fast, and he got out of the car as if "slipping" out of the boy's arms, and slashed at the boy's back with his backhand. It was too late to speak, but a snake-like creature suddenly appeared from the neckline of the boy's back. It gave Yan Lanyu a ferocious and silent roar. The sound wave swayed a terrifying force in the air, and it overturned Yan Lanyu directly to the ground!
The young man suddenly shouted loudly, and a few passers-by who wanted to come to find out more stopped hesitantly.
"My car..." The driver struggled to get up, but then the boy bent down and pressed his thin and strong fingers somewhere behind his ear.
As simple as that, the driver suddenly threw himself down, without even making a sound.
"It turned out to be you." Yan Lanyu staggered and got up, staring at the creature entrenched on the shoulders of the young man, the pupils in the bottom of his eyes reflected a strange light: "The legendary old dragon, I didn't expect to bump into here... you Is it the legendary 'scavenger' Long Jiu?"
The black-clothed boy didn't answer, and while staring at Yan Lanyu, dragged the driver to the side of the road.
Yan Lanyu smiled contemptuously: "I heard that the scavenger only shows up when something big happens, why are you here?"
"...I was sent to protect the person who was leaned over by you." Long Jiu finally said, and it could be seen that he didn't speak Chinese very well, and his pronunciation was a bit harsh: "You are a ghost made by others, your master. who is it?"
"Oh, I can't tell you this." "Yan Lanyu" smiled wickedly, and then pulled out two short daggers from both sides of his thighs with his backhand!
-Long Jiu's eyes squinted for a moment, only to see that the blade was thinned like a cicada's wings, and the blade's edge flashed a blue light that was quenched with poison.
"My mission is just to take him away, but I didn't say that it must be a complete Yan Lanyu. If necessary, it is okay to lack arms and legs."
With a ghost gesture, he gestured the blade to Yan Lanyu's wrist, and in Long Jiu's eyes that instantly sank, he said maliciously, "So be careful when we fight later, otherwise this little beauty will die in your hands. Maybe…”
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At the same time, Jiangxi.
Yu Jingzhong had just finished the meeting and walked down the hotel steps while chatting with people when his phone suddenly rang.
The two people beside him smiled wisely and retreated, Yu Jingzhong made an apologetic gesture, and when he looked at the caller ID on his mobile phone, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
"Hello, Long Jiu?"
"Yan Lanyu has an accident."
Yu Jingzhong's expression changed immediately: "What's the matter, where are you?"
"...Yan Lanyu's family."
In the dim living room, the black-clothed youth was panting slightly, sitting on the floor covered in blood, with a cardboard box that hadn't even been torn off from the courier slip, and a torn bronze mirror on the coffee table.
"The Japanese esoteric sect sent Yan Lanyu an ancient bronze mirror with a very powerful ghost sealed inside. As long as Yan Lanyu opens the mirror, the ghost will come out and get on him."
Long Jiu swallowed his bloody spittle and said, "I saw Yan Lanyu grabbing a car just now downstairs. She tried to stop it but couldn't stop it. Now the demon should be trying to find a way to go to Japan with his body."
If it is too complicated, Long Jiu can't express it in Chinese, and can only speak it in the old Miao language. Fortunately, Yu Jingzhong can understand: "Why can't you stop it?!"
"Because the ghost is the top undead messenger in Japan's Yin-Yang Dao, and it is extremely difficult to deal with. Besides, it uses the method of hurting Yan Lanyu to kill both of us. If I provoke it, Yan Lanyu's life will not be guaranteed." Long Jiu briefly explained what happened downstairs just now. After repeating it again, he added: "It can only use human transportation to get Yan Lanyu out of the country. Now it should be going to the airport."
On the steps of the hotel, the wind whistled, and Yu Fu's face was extremely ugly.
"I see," he said solemnly after a while, "I'll deal with it now."
Yu Jingzhong hung up the phone, then turned to the address book and called out Zhou Hui.
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Ten minutes ago, Beijing Airport.
The waiting hall was as bright as day, Chu He was wearing sunglasses and flipping through magazines on his seat with his legs crossed.
Zhou Hui walked through the rows of seats with coffee, lowered his head and kissed Chu He on the cheek, completely ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, and asked, "When will you read fashion magazines like this?"
With a calm demeanor, Chu He flipped the cover of the magazine and saw a yellowed copy of "Holding Corpse" inside.
"..." Zhou Hui asked incredulously: "Why on earth do you read your diary all day long, and you can't get tired of reading it for thousands of years?!"
Chu He took a sip of coffee with Zhou Hui's hand, and said seriously: "Everyone has their own hobbies and persistence, for example, I don't know why you always refuse to buy two cups of coffee, but you must share with me. saliva…”
"Don't be like this, dear, I've already shared more XX, what is saliva? What time is it?"
"We will start boarding in 20 minutes." Chu He euphemistically said, "Actually, I don't think it's good to go directly to travel without going back to the unit after returning from hell..."
"Oh, it doesn't matter, what can happen in the past few days, besides Garuda and the little beauty." Zhou Hui sat down beside him nonchalantly, and said carelessly, "How reliable is the little beauty? I made a birthday wish and still think of us. Why is such a sensible child not my daughter? You said that if I killed him with a shoe, I would be reincarnated and reincarnated as the third daughter of our family..."
Chu He was almost helpless, "Wake up, Yu Jingzhong will kill you with a shoe first, okay?"
Zhou Hui shook his head regretfully, grabbed his bag and began to take out his boarding pass, digging out all kinds of messes that Phoenix never brought Zhoushan.
All kinds of messes include, but are not limited to - the graffiti of Mahama when he was a child, the teeth that Garuda replaced, Zhou Hui's special playing cards for Laoqian bought from the human world to avoid washing dishes, and the little phoenix that just broke the shell. When, tweeting, tweeting, the fluff that fell off everywhere...
Zhou Hui managed to find the boarding pass, took out a soft bag, opened it and saw a few blue eggs inside: "What is this?"
"The hell snake eggs that Garuda likes to eat can be brought to the human world to be artificially raised, so that he will have endless descendants of snakes to eat."
"..." Zhou Hui said sourly, "Oh, you are such a good mother."
Chu He turned the page and said gently, "Dear, we will never reach a consensus on education... Having said that, I have never been able to understand why you can't get along well with Garuda. To be honest. Say, sometimes I think you're trying to embarrass him on purpose, and I don't think it's necessary at all for certain things..."
Zhou Hui immediately retorted: "I didn't!"
"Yes." Chu He said, "Last night you sent an email to Garuda behind my back, asking him to undergo plastic surgery so that he would not look like the 'handsome and suave' you, or you would Charge him royalties. I've seen it all."
Zhou Hui: "…"
Zhou Hui hummed a song, turned on his phone and started playing Candy Crush, pretending he didn't hear anything.
Chu He didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and continued to sit on the side to read his book "Holding a Corpse", which he could never finish, and no one but himself knew what it was like.
The face of the fourteen-fifteen-year-old boy has a beauty that transcends gender, and wearing sunglasses, the small half of his face is almost indistinguishable between men and women. The lighting in the waiting room was bright, reflecting his fair complexion, and his lips showed a very light pink, which looked like a girl star in disguise.
His shoulder was next to Zhou Hui, his intimacy was undisguised, like a pair of lovers with a relatively large age difference, almost every passer-by would glance at them with curiosity and surprise.
This scene is supposed to be very intimate, harmonious and beautiful, but Boss Zhou, who has always been restless, was quiet for less than five minutes and started chatting again:
"By the way, what exactly did you write in your diary?"
"It's nothing."
"It's nothing how you look at it for so long, do you miss your old lover?"
"No."
"How can I watch it for so long, really?"
"Didn't you see it all?"
Zhou Hui put down the phone and said dissatisfiedly: "It's useless at all! My brother-in-law said that holding a corpse is a different form in everyone's eyes, but in my eyes it's only a dozen pages! And there are only a few outdated Heaven's Ways written on it. Gossip and recipes copied from the human world, people who don't know it will think you are a virtuous and virtuous wife!"
"There is indeed a recipe." Chu He said calmly, "When we first came to the human world to live in seclusion, one day you wanted to eat Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. We even went to the imperial kitchen to copy a secret recipe back, have you forgotten?"
As he said that, he flipped the corpse forward and turned to a certain page to show Zhou Hui. I saw a whole page of recipes neatly copied in small letters on the yellow and crisp paper, how much chicken, ham, bamboo shoots, shark fins...
"..." Zhou Hui stretched his neck: "What else? Show me what was written in front of me!"
Chu He turned a page forward: "A certain day, a certain month, a certain year, Mohe wet the bed and secretly washed the sheets in the middle of the night to cover himself up. Zhou Hui found him and laughed mercilessly..."
"Go further, go further!"
"On a certain day in a certain year, Garuda lost two teeth, hid it under the pillow, and was found and taken away by Zhou Hui. Garuda continued to cry for three days..."
"Why am I bullying children? You must have remembered it wrong!" Zhou Hui grabbed the corpse and took out his golden Montblanc pen from his pocket: "Well, I'll change it for you, these are untrue. I have to cross out my remarks, and also check if there is any content that slanders my noble character..."
Chu He had almost three hundred black lines. He got up to grab the diary, but Zhou Hui jumped up and avoided it. While avoiding him, he was flipping through his diary, and he kept chanting words: "Why use Maha's tail to mop the floor, use Garuda's feathers to make shuttlecocks, and just feed the two children boiled eggs without cooking... Nothing at all. things, all of these have to be crossed out…”
"Zhou Hui!"
"Ah, sure enough, there is an old lover!" Zhou Hui seemed to have discovered a new world: "A certain day, a certain month, a certain year, compared with Sakyamuni, Zhou Hui really is more—"
"Give it back to me!" Chu He jumped up and grabbed it, but Zhou Huifeng ran away.
Boss Zhou ran like a wild horse with a prolapsed anus. He passed through the waiting hall in a few seconds and swooped into the bathroom. Chu He's body hadn't grown yet, and it was impossible to keep up with the tornado's wild pace, so he had to give up after chasing two steps.
He was quite sure that he never wrote "What happened to Sakyamuni Zhou Hui?" in his diary. Nine times out of ten, that sentence was played out by Zhou Hui on the spot - but he made up such words in order to grab the diary. really struggled...
Chu He turned around a little dejected, and was about to return to his seat when suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, a familiar figure flashed not far away.
"Um?"
Chu He squinted his eyes and saw that the man was wearing a shirt. He didn't even feel cold in winter, and was looking up at the boarding gate sign.
"...Yan Lanyu?"
How did Brother Yan appear here so well, and he was alone and didn't even wear a coat
Chu He was a little puzzled, and subconsciously glanced at the bathroom where Zhou Hui ran into, and then walked quickly towards Yan Lanyu.