As soon as Xiao Zheng finished speaking, he heard the sound of a car approaching. A bus with the logo of the Alien Control Bureau drove over. The window fell, and Bureau Huang poked his head out and waved to Xiao Zheng: "Follow me."
"Special detention center." After Xiao Zheng got into the car, he listened to Director Huang's instructions to the driver. After speaking, he turned to Xiao Zheng and said, "The colleague over there called me just now. Something happened to the old director. Prepare."
Xiao Zheng's heart tightened: "What's the situation?"
"I don't know yet," Bureau Huang shook his head, "He was fine when the lights were turned off at night. The staff on duty got up in the middle of the night and accidentally glanced at the surveillance, and found that he had rolled off the bed and was convulsing for unknown reasons. He was sent to the emergency department now. "
While talking, a bolt of lightning fell, illuminating Director Huang's face. The temperature was already low, but now it had dropped below freezing point. The heavy rain turned into freezing rain and snowflakes, and the driving vision was extremely poor.
On the intercom in the car, there were on-site field staff reporting the situation at any time. Director Huang listened silently for a moment, and said to Xiao Zheng: "I suspect that the old director has something to do with what happened in the building."
Xiao Zheng: "Boss Huang, I don't understand. Our bureau has always been the government's public affairs department, and even you were sent by the superior..."
"Yes, we are a public affairs department, which was established only in the last few decades. In order to monitor abnormal energy reactions across the country, there are similar institutions all over the world." Bureau Huang said, "But we are different from the observatory. Determined by nature, we have a "history", and with history, there are problems left over from history—although our institution is new, due to cost considerations, the site selection of the General Administration and the various protective circles that come with it are all It was rebuilt and expanded on the basis of the 'predecessor'. Our predecessor is not the legendary 'Qingping Division', as you should have guessed, otherwise, with Granny Yu around, it would not be my turn to be the head of the General Administration."
Xiao Zheng was taken aback, some "special abilities" had a very long lifespan, so they were indeed older than the Bureau of Different Controls.
"Seven hundred years ago, after the abolition of the Qingping Division, abnormal energy activities became weaker and weaker. It was not until modern times... around World War II that the birth rate of special energy population rose again, and related incidents occurred frequently. This became a problem. Before liberation, special energy did not Unified organization, just like the Jianghu sects in the old days. There were many special small groups among the people, some for fame and fortune, and some for morality. In short, if something happened, whoever encountered it would take care of it. , just like what you met at the Penglai meeting, except for a group of superpowers who are active in the western suburbs of Yong'an, they don't have a 'school' like the others, and they call themselves the 'Mutual Aid Association'."
"The name of the Mutual Aid Association sounds quite trendy, but its history is not shorter than that of other sects. There were people from all walks of life at that time. The characteristic is that there is no sect inheritance. Their special abilities are almost all accidental awakenings the day after tomorrow. They form a group. Help each other who have just awakened special abilities to adapt to the new life. And because they are all from ordinary people, so the style of doing things is more like ordinary people, more willing to consider ordinary people, and more open-minded.”
"When the government decided to set up the Alien Control Bureau at the beginning, it wanted to invite high-ranking folks from all over the place, but... Granny Yu and the others, you know, they don't look down on ordinary people at all. I don't want to be bound by so many rules... In addition, the treatment we give here is just that, so they all shirk and refuse to come. Only this group of people in the western suburbs of Yong'an responded to the call of the organization, and thus became the earliest member of the Alien Control Bureau. The group of founders. At that time, we had no foundation, and we didn’t even have a decent office space, so they gave up their activity center, refurbished it and put it into use. It has been running well for so many years and has cultivated batches of special Talented people have developed to the current scale.”
Xiao Zheng: "That tree is..."
Bureau Huang shook his head: "That tree has always been a dead tree, because many of the formations of the Mutual Aid Association are very delicately arranged, and they were not willing to break the original layout when they were rebuilt. Yes—the old bureau chief used to be a member of the Mutual Aid Society, if it's possible... eh?"
The Special Detention Center is a subsidiary organization of the Alien Control Bureau. It is not far from the headquarters, and it takes a few words to arrive. Turning around a blindfold, you can see a cordon at the door of the detention center. The staff in Yishui are all wearing special clothes. Isolation suit.
"Yellow Bureau," the person in charge of the scene stopped them from a long distance away, "The situation of the old director is unknown. We don't know if it's a curse or an infectious disease. The entire detention center is isolated. It's too dangerous. Don't enter..."
"I'll go." Xiao Zheng got out of the car, took a set of isolation suits and rushed in, walking faster and faster. He just met the old bureau chief a few days ago, and made an appointment with Xuan Ji for him...
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the medical department of the special detention center, he heard the screeching fire alarm inside. Xiao Zheng almost bumped into a doctor who rushed out. The doctor's glasses were all crooked, and his legs were rubbed with garlic, which almost caused Director Xiao to hit his ass. squat.
Xiao Zheng grabbed him: "Hey, you're fine..."
"You guys have been dead for several days, can you send them to the crematorium? What first aid?"
Xiao Zheng was taken aback for a moment. At this moment, he smelled a burnt smell, and a chill suddenly appeared on his back. This was the field worker's intuition for danger. He turned around suddenly, only to find a haggard "person" Standing at the door, Xiao Zheng almost drew his gun on the spot—the man's hair was all white, his old face was a blue waxy color, his eyes were covered with a cloudy film, and there were several wounds on his wrists and neck outside the hospital gown. There are dark spots on the corpse, and there are traces of decay at the corner of the mouth.
It's completely a zombie from Resident Evil!
What was worse than ordinary zombies was that their feet were still on fire, and thick black smoke was coming out from those two thin legs. The emergency room did not have the function of sending and receiving rockets, and the fire alarm was howling.
"Zombie" gurgled in his throat: "Say..."
Xiao Zheng took a step back and was shocked to find that this "zombie" was the old director.
"Tell... Tong..."
Xiao Zheng was puzzled: "Who?"
At this moment, he saw the old director make a very strange movement—he turned his head and glanced at the glass window, saw his own reflection, and raised his hand as if he wanted to hold his face, his expression Crazy.
It was a very feminine, looking-in-the-mirror gesture.
In the middle of the night, a centenarian old man was possessed by a female ghost, and there was no one around him...
Xiao Zheng trembled, couldn't help pinching a stack of RMB in his pocket, and said warily: "You are not the old bureau chief, what are you?"
At this time, in the precarious building of the Alien Control Bureau, Xuan Ji grabbed a vine that was quietly wrapped around his neck, and the fire flowed out from his palm. Withdrawing, including the dead tree in the hall, a pile of inflammable materials were set on fire by him.
"I've grown up so much, it's the first time I've seen a tree with so much dandruff—Lingyuan, what did you say, A Luojin and King Weiyu are sacrifices?"
"You are too afraid of monsters." The flying white shadows said without waiting for Sheng Lingyuan's answer, "Just like you are afraid of Chiyuan."
Xuan Ji spoke rudely: "Let your mother go..."
"As soon as you heard that Chiyuan was unstable, you immediately panicked all day long. Seeing the human demons who were sealed back in the past reappeared in the world one by one, all shouting for Chiyuan to rekindle, are you nervous? The human race is full of five poisons, greedy There is nothing lacking in anger and ignorance, but the color of demons has changed. I wish I could have a peaceful and prosperous world, full of flowers, and no shadows under the light. Once the monsters show up, you have to attack them indiscriminately, lest you kill them too slowly. Those monsters It's about to grow into a human shape... isn't it, Your Majesty the Emperor? You cut the sacrifices yourself one by one."
They are not the same voice, and they didn't deliberately speak in unison. Basically, they each spoke in their own way, but because the voices and tone are like one, they are mixed together in such a mess, they are not chaotic, and they are very harmonious. It reminds people of the countless clones in Qingping Town. filmmaker.
Wait... Shadowman
Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the big tree in the middle of the Different Control Bureau—the dry trunk was wrapped with dead vines, and both of them used to be ashamed as living fossils, making people take it for granted that the tree and the vines around the tree were one. At that time, Sheng Lingyuan discovered that when the inferior servant bowed to the magic circle to reap human lives crazily, only the tree grew crazily, and the vines wrapped around it did not move at all, without any intention of following the sun, but like a strong lock.
And the "lock" had already been broken by lightning at this time, unfortunately it was set on fire by Li Huo, and it was burning inch by inch.
In the special detention center, the fire on the legs of the "old director" has spread to his knees.
"You wait first." Xiao Zheng coughed a few times, pulled out a fire extinguisher from the corridor, and sprayed it on the old director, "Be patient, I am not a water system."
The fire on the old director's body blatantly violated the laws of physics, he didn't bother to respond to the fire extinguisher, and remained motionless.
"This is Suzaku Lihuo, which cannot be extinguished." "Old Director" shook his head, "The fire is not here, it is my real body that is on fire."
Xiao Zheng: "..."
This ghost story can't finish!
"I'm..." "Old Chief" said weakly, "That tree-wrapping vine under your building."
At this time, Wang Ze sent a voice message: "Director Xiao, the Prodigal Director Xuan doesn't know what's going on now, the phone can't be reached, and our building is on fire now! I think it might be the fire-type bird guy who set it off, so I still need to find a way Get him?"
Xiao Zheng: "..."
In the sea of flames in the building of the Different Control Bureau, Sheng Lingyuan was surrounded by Xuan Ji's wings, isolating the surrounding sparks, and he suddenly raised his head: "You are the shadowman raised by the demon king."
The nobles of the Yao clan, like other clans, will also raise shadow people, but even the most thoughtful master, raising three or four shadow people is already the ultimate, because the shadow people will automatically grow according to the master's favorite appearance, and The master is often not as "fraternal" as he imagined. If there are more than a certain number of shadow slaves, they are basically the same as those born by a mother. At a glance, the master himself can't tell who is who, but it is cumbersome.
Therefore, after the death of the demon king, the human race broke into the palace of the demon king, and they were all stunned when they saw a hundred or so shadow figures raised in the Gouyue building.
What's more amazing is that those filmmakers are male and female, fat and thin, and they all look like anything, and they don't look like anyone else. At first glance, the demon king seems to love all living beings and treat them equally.
Sheng Lingyuan remembered Dan Li saying that the demon king swallowed too many things, diluting the dragon blood he hated almost to the point of diluting, and his "self" was the same as that body of dragon blood, which was torn apart in repeated revisions.
So he doesn't even know his own likes and dislikes.
The demon king's shadow people are all future troubles, and they are buried on the spot after being dealt with uniformly by Danli. Danli can't even deal with such a trivial matter. Sheng Lingyuan was full of his cracked Heavenly Demon Sword at the time. He only listened to a report and didn't ask too much. He only vaguely remembered the place where Danli dealt with Yingren. Not far away, it seems... It's near Xishan in Yong'an City.
Xuan Ji was taken aback, then looked at Sheng Lingyuan: "Neglected?"
The Shadowman of the Demon King can also be released, which is a bit of an oversight.
Sheng Lingyuan frowned: "Impossible, Danli never neglects."
When Xuan Ji heard the word "Danli", she became very angry: "Whatever it is, love is what it is, just kill it."
The family emblem between his brows was blazing, and a whirlwind of flames rolled up all over his body, whizzing towards Bai Ying, and the only half of the Alien Control Bureau building finally couldn't bear it anymore, cracked inch by inch, and fell apart.
Bai Ying, who was originally imprisoned in the building, flew in all directions like smoke, laughing loudly, followed by Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji.
In the ice and snow all over the West Mountain, all the flowers are blooming.
Is cold, but also warm.
Wang Ze happened to see this scene through the binoculars, and he was in a bad mood, so he turned his head and complained to Xiao Zheng: "It's not a fire this time, that kid collapsed the building! He's finished! He has to sell himself to the next life! They Even if the Sword Spirit is an Internet celebrity, he can't redeem himself!"
Xiao Zheng hadn't finished listening to this message when he saw the "Old Director" who called himself "Teng" yelled in a hoarse voice. The flames that were originally near his knees shot up to his waist. He couldn't stand anymore and knelt on the ground .
Xiao Zheng quickly said to Wang Ze: "You let him put out the fire first..."
"Old director" grabbed his trouser legs: "My real body has already died in the catastrophe, otherwise I can't leave the body, it's just that I have a little empathy with my own body... You tell him, tell Tong, you can't kill those ... 'obsession'..."
Xiao Zheng was at a loss, he could understand every word, but he couldn't understand it together, and he didn't know whether it was his ears or the other party was talking nonsense, so he turned on the phone's recording function: "What can't you kill? You Speak slowly and say it again."
"They are the offspring left by the shadowmen in Gouyuelou, the demon king. The descendants of the shadowmen whose parents shared their masters were born to recognize the masters of their parents as masters. But the demon is dead. Before these shadowmen were born, they became A bunch of fragmented obsessions were sealed away in the shadow man's tomb by Emperor Shidan... It was that tree. Later generations didn't know about it. The trees are full of spiritual wisdom... just like... the statues of gods in the Suzaku Temple..."
"In order to overwhelm him, I tried to entrust a dream to a descendant of a witch who returned to his ancestors, taught him spells, and made him believe in me... After hundreds of years, I built a small mutual aid society, which is... the predecessor of your Alien Control Bureau. However, he has already used the demon king to bewitch countless descendants of the demon clan, making the sacrifices gloomy, devouring the power of demons in troubled times...and breaking free from me. There is no thirty-seventh... Suzaku bone..."
The flames on his body "huh" and rushed to his face: "You are exactly...tell him, he..."
Xiao Zheng was forced to take a step back by the blazing flames, took a breath, and called Wang Ze: "Who is Xuan Ji fighting with?"
Holding the binoculars, Wang Ze replied, "A group of pm2.5—dust and noise reduction is our specialty in the water system, and we are on our way to help, don't worry."
"You two got together, and you never did anything to reassure me," Xiao Zheng sent the recording, "Someone asked me to bring him a message, you find a way to pass it on, hurry up!"
After Wang Ze received it, he listened to it again. He turned his eyes away from the mosquito coil, completely confused, and only understood the three words "can't kill".
"Give me a speaker." Wang Ze found a speaker and pointed it at the phone.
At this moment, the big net that Sheng Lingyuan had woven with devilish energy had taken shape, and he quickly retracted his fingers to enclose the white shadows in a net.
A "beep" sound pierced through the ear.
The Suzaku in Xuanji's hand rolled into countless rockets, and was nearly missed by the noise: "Carp, where are you from? I'm sick..."
The sound that has been amplified several times is somewhat distorted in the night sky.
"... build a temple for it... just like... the statue of the god in the Suzaku Temple..."
Bai Ying, who was trapped by Sheng Lingyuan, had a weird smile on his face.
When Xuan Ji heard the word "God Statue", his hands trembled, Li Rocket had already left.
"...Kill him, and the evil spirit that has nowhere to hover will go straight into Chiyuan. There is no thirty-seventh root in the world... Suzaku bone..."
Sheng Lingyuan was startled, and absorbed the demonic energy in a flash, but the net that was pulled to the extreme rolled back to him like a backlash, and Xuan Ji threw himself on him without thinking.
Zhang Zhao, the Fengshen who came from another direction, pressed pause regardless.
In the interval of a second, Xuan Ji rolled Sheng Lingyuan out.
Immediately afterwards, rockets all over the sky were entangled with the black mist, and they fell one after another, like sunlight falling on the sea of Beiming, and thin golden threads jumped from the dead water.
Xuan Ji hissed, and couldn't help swearing.
After being taken aback for a moment, Sheng Lingyuan's face suddenly became gloomy - since there is a pledge of love, isn't it the same for whoever is hurt
Why do you want to block for him
His eyes slowly fell on Xuan Ji's elbow.
When Xuan Ji landed on the ground, even his clothes and elbows were scratched. It was just a little flesh trauma, and he healed immediately.
But there was no trace on Sheng Lingyuan's body.