Xiao Zheng: "But Mithril..."
"Since Mithril has flowed to the place where it shouldn't go, what's the use of hiding it?"
"I understand what you said," Xiao Zheng said quickly, "Not only we have things similar to Mithril, but other countries also have them. These technologies are updated quickly, and the earliest generations have passed the confidentiality period. Those broken technologies It’s not necessary to cover it, but they can’t force us to hand it over at this time! What do they think of special energy? Potential terrorists!”
"Xiao Xiao," Bureau Huang interrupted him, "Mithril is our pride, not a shame."
Xiao Zheng grew up in a wealthy family, and he worked so hard that he was often suspected of being too forceful. His journey was smooth and smooth, and he had never been so angry. One sentence made Huang Ju almost burst into tears.
"Leave it to me." Director Huang said, "I didn't understand why the old director refused to appoint the next director and had to transfer me, an ordinary person, to take over from him. Now..."
He lowered his voice, and waved his hand at Xiao Zheng: "I can't interfere with your special abilities, I can only provide support. Go do your work, do what you should do, don't think too much."
Xiao Zheng took one last look at him, finally said nothing, turned around and strode out.
Before he boarded the helicopter, Ping Qianru from the aftermath department ran over panting: "Director Xiao, our aftermath department... yes, there is a plan..."
The word "plan" was in her mouth, as if she was ashamed to say it. Xiao Zheng paused, and looked at her with half-surprised eyes.
Ping Qianru swallowed her saliva, and the courage she mustered when she came here was almost missed by him at a glance. She wanted to strike in front of the battle with her calves, and secretly trembled under the trouser legs.
Before Xuan Ji came, the post-rehabilitation department's status in the Bureau of Abnormal Control was equivalent to that of toilet paper - usually it was quietly hung on the paper tube and waited, where it needed to be wiped, the toilet paper didn't have to have its own ideas, as long as it was assigned Do things well, and worry about whether you will be replaced by a smart toilet when you have nothing to do.
A concentration camp of ordinary people and waste special abilities, waste special abilities are even more hateful, unwilling to be waste, and always want to do something, within two months, two major scandals are all because of the aftermath department, other colleagues look at their Their eyes were like looking at a time bomb. At such a time, the "backbone" of their department had lost contact. Director Xiao’s home occupies half a hill, and there are more than 30 people in the aftermath department, but they only dare to stay in a small room—afraid of going out to face bricks—except for passively accepting orders from the chief dispatching office, they dare not say a word or take a step .
Ping Qianru was most afraid of dealing with people like Xiao Zheng, so he hesitated as if pleading guilty: "I...I know that because of the old...suspect Luo Cuicui, the field staff now feel that we are very...yes, he is from our aftermath department, so We also want to…”
Xiao Zheng interrupted her: "Don't talk nonsense."
Ping Qianru tensed her back after being scolded by him, and blurted out a long line: "We first wanted to set up another echo player, the one opposite to Luo, but our director is not here, and we people don't have that kind of mental strength. , the equipment is not enough, and it is impossible to compete with plants all over the world. When we were discussing in the group just now, we suddenly heard that the reverberation sound on the plants disappeared, and dozens of propagation points of the reverberation sound became clear. We think this is an opportunity. I want to try... can I set up reverb sound equipment in these positions."
Xiao Zheng's eyebrows were raised, and the higher the eyebrows were raised, the lower Ping Qianru's voice became: "Just... just want to try, it's not bad anyway... I know we're not good at it, but it's not necessary to have a reverb It is dominated by the operator, and it can automatically play some calming music or something. When I was building this machine, I specially found an old musician with a spiritual department to customize it to relieve the work pressure of the field workers, but everyone taboos the spiritual department. They all refuse to come. Director Xiao, we can try to install a reverberator at each abnormal energy point, and play these music in it, the simpler the content of spiritual resonance, the better, okay?"
Xiao Zheng couldn't help being taken aback. For a moment, he understood the anger and fear of ordinary people a little bit—it turns out...Teneng also taboos echo sounds.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Ping Qianru was about to cry. She didn't know why the bastards in this department pushed her to be the spokesperson—could it be because she had the audacity to cut steak for His Majesty without knowing it? : "Director Xiao, it's already this time, there are really no other traitors in our department."
Xiao Zheng came back to his senses, picked up his mobile phone to log in to the intranet, and signed the Echo Phone deployment license: "Go."
Helicopters fly around with echo machines and powers.
The Demon King Ying on Chiyuan came to his senses, and chased after him, but the flying half of Luo Cuicui seemed to have magnetic poles repelling him, the more the Demon King Ying chased after him, the faster the half of Luo Cuicui flew, and disappeared In Skyrim.
The cake that had been stored for a long time was cut in half by someone before it was wiped off, and Yao Wangying was furious: "Who!"
Gong Chenggong looked at his back expressionlessly, half mocking in his eyes, and changed his confused face before Yao Wangying turned around, hesitatingly said: "I don't know, maybe someone is right What did Suzaku Skeleton do..."
The Demon King Ying interrupted him furiously: "He dedicated himself to the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice, didn't he get the right of Suzaku long ago? What's the use of those broken bones that have rotted for thousands of years?"
"Heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, sun, moon, yin and yang, the cycle of life and death, and mutual restraint are not something we can break through with the body of life and death." Gong Chenggong stood under a blooming peach tree and said quietly, "Since there is Chiyuan , why there is Suzaku again, and since the last heavenly spirit has become a weapon spirit, why does the real body rot and not die... Your Majesty, I don’t know, maybe a mere half-blood demon can’t afford Chiyuan? After all, apart from being born Of the Suzaku clan, Chi Yuan only surrendered to Your Majesty three thousand years ago, not even the Emperor."
When he said this, he seemed to forget that the "Your Majesty" in front of him was just the shadow of the Demon King, and completely regarded him as the Demon King himself. The Demon King Ying paused slightly.
Gong Chenggong lowered his eyebrows again, looked at Luo Cuicui who had been torn in half, and sighed meaningfully: "How many people in this world are worthy of my ambition?"
"You make sense." Yao Wangying was silent for a moment, fell to the ground, and walked towards Luo Cuicui step by step, "The remains of the Suzaku in Biquan Mountain have ancient restrictions. Anyone who enters will have to peel off the skin, and it will also make people lose their mana. The only ones who can do something with the remains of Suzaku are Sheng Xiao and his half-dead bird..."
"If I can use this opportunity to get rid of them, I don't have any scruples anymore. One step earlier and one step later." Yao Wangying said, putting his hand on Luo Cuicui's only remaining shoulder, and Luo Cuicui was divided into two , He was still conscious, he looked at Yao Wangying with longing eyes, hoping that His Majesty with great powers could save him—the Chiyuan hadn’t been broken yet, he still had a lot of uses, Yao Wangying smiled at him, "Don't worry. "
Luo Cuicui raised half of her mouth with difficulty, and made a mouth shape: "Your Majesty, help..."
However, before he finished speaking, Luo Cuicui was surrounded by a cloud of blood energy. He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of supernatural power it was, and then screamed silently. Drilling in and out, the leaves and skin on Luo Cuicui's body were corroded and riddled with holes. After a while, it turned into a thick red paste, which was swallowed by the demon king Ying.
The Demon King Ying let out a long breath and closed his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he had preserved the shadow of the Demon King's Nianxiang, or the Demon King who was revived from the body of the Shadowman. In a trance, he had hallucinations. , as if he had returned to three thousand years ago—the heaven-defying god-slaying god, the god-swallowing bird Suzaku, gained unparalleled power, and achieved incomparable feats that no one in the past dared or could do, and will soon rule the world.
All living beings trembled under his feet, and no one dared to say to his face, "This is the son of Your Majesty who was drunk and disordered, and he was born to the dragon girl, and the dragon girl is used to make wine", and no one dared to call him that disgrace The name "Nine Tamers".
The leaves of all the plants in the world began to climb up the blood energy, and where the blood energy passed, half of each leaf was covered with rust color—including the bronze tripod around the foot of Biquan Mountain.
Starting from the outermost circle, the vines turned red little by little, and Xuan Ji grabbed another vine that was rolling towards Sheng Lingyuan: "Is the flow rate different at this time, five minutes inside and half a year outside? How can it be good?" Green leaves are red when they say red, so does autumn come so quickly?"
Xuan Ji relied on being a "lighter" and never brought a lighter when going out. He would be "out of gas" and he was stupid.
At first, those plant vines were frightened by the fierceness of the ancient weapon on his body, and they circled him carefully, not daring to provoke him rashly. After a few tricks, they found that this "killer" was an inextricable sheath. The fake sword was completely pretending, and suddenly became unscrupulous.
The blood that flowed from Sheng Lingyuan's body covered the bronze tripod, and the black air and the flame-like golden light were intertwined with each other, entangled inseparably, and he was deeply trapped in it, almost unable to leave.
Xuan Ji stood in front of Sheng Lingyuan, with about seventeen or eighteen vines wrapped around his body. He was like a marionette with a complicated structure. There are no tools either.
"Wait," Xuan Ji suddenly realized something, "Isn't this a green radish, or a maple leaf? Why is it so red?"
Before he finished speaking, a thick bloody smell rushed towards his face, and a blood-stained cane was hooked towards his neck. Xuan Ji's limbs were covered with canes, and he had no hand to catch it. He was about to open his mouth to bite, but Sheng Lingyuan quickly walked behind him. After reading a passage of witch man language, a weak barrier appeared in front of Xuan Ji.
However, the witch mantra is a "divine thing" that mortals can use. Correspondingly, its recording skills are more stringent. The vine blocked it for a moment.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Get out of the way!"
Xuan Ji suddenly broke free from the vine that was trapping his hand, before he could turn his face, the blood-stained vine broke through Sheng Lingyuan's barrier and hit him on the shoulder.
His three layers of thick winter clothes were like paper, and they were torn instantly. The vines corroded his flesh and left a bone-destroying wound.
Before Xuan Ji could call out, Sheng Lingyuan put his hands on his shoulders, couldn't stand anymore, and knelt directly on the edge of the bronze tripod.
Xuan Ji glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and swallowed a swearing swearing. The idiot gasped and laughed, and finally seized the opportunity to return Sheng Lingyuan's words: "Hey, it won't happen."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
What kind of heartless thing is this
"I even forgot that there is a witch spell." Xuan Ji said, the knife twirled deftly in a circle in the palm of her hand, grasping a leaf like acrobatics, and quickly left a string of witch characters on it.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Slow down..."
However, Xuan Ji's movements were extremely nimble, Sheng Lingyuan didn't have time to say that he had finished engraving the curse in one go, and pointed out that he flicked the leaf out, feeling very handsome.
Unexpectedly, the leaf flew out in a handsome posture, but the next moment it was knocked limp by the wildly dancing vines.
Sheng Lingyuan: "You are short!"
Xuanji raised the express knife to hold the rattan, and hit the bronze tripod behind her with a "boom", and almost didn't come up in one breath: "Yeah, I... realized..."
Xuan Ji started to work hard after he realized that he liked Sheng Lingyuan, hoping to cultivate a human body as soon as possible so that Lingyuan could see him in person. However, most of what he came into contact with at that time was a mixed version of human talismans and incantations - the level of cultivation is not high, at least the level that human monks can reach, and it is not as cumbersome and difficult to memorize as witch mantras. long.
And the pure witch spells that don't require any mana, they came into contact with when they were in Dongchuan. At that time, the sword spirit was the most playful age. He ate pear nectar for all the witch man's curses of big traps and small circles.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what to say about him.
Xuan Ji: "I heard you scold me in your heart for being big-breasted and brainless!"
"As long as you have self-knowledge," Sheng Lingyuan passed on a complete wizard spell through empathy, "Just follow the picture, be good."
Xuan Ji: "These witches go around so many times a day, don't they get dizzy?"
The imitated witch spell finally took shape. Flying out from the ancient Dongchuan to see the light of day again, it bumped into the blood-colored vine, which was flailing its teeth and claws. Sparks sparked on the vine in an instant, and it quickly retreated as if it had been scalded.
Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback, remembering that many years ago, he tried to teach the little sword spirit a little witchman curse in Dongchuan, without the effort of half a stick of incense, the little thing fell asleep with its paws in the sky, and woke up at night, in a daze Getting up, I still had to talk hard to him: "I didn't sleep, I just... fainted! It's all because these witches go around so many times all day long."
At this moment, Xuan Ji was already familiar with the general rules of the Witchman's Curse—these things were originally drawn by analogy, so instead of following Sheng Lingyuan's spell, he cut open his palm with the tip of a knife, carved a curse pattern on the palm, and scratched Clinging to a cane, shaking violently—
With a "boom", the whole vine burst into flames.
At the same time, the Demon King Ying on Chiyuan suddenly bent down, and before he had time to fully control the power of the other half of Suzaku, suddenly, there was a cramping pain in his chest and abdomen, and a line of gloomy sacrificial words floated on his skin.
One of the three demons swallowed by him faintly echoed the witch man's curse.
At this moment, the noisy drone of helicopters sounded, approaching his head from all directions.
"It's not far away, I can feel it." Yang Chao was trembling all the time, but this time he managed not to pass out.
The front-line field workers of the local branches have received orders and came from various places. The research institute has used the echo sources that have just been exposed to locate the general location of the culprit. Yang Chao is the human flesh navigation.
Xiao Zheng responded, but his eyes did not leave the screen next to him.
The news is being broadcast on the screen - the Alien Control Bureau has decided to hand over important materials such as Mithril to the relevant departments for safekeeping due to the damage to the functions of the headquarters, and to disclose the history of the invention, production and use of "Mithril" to the public.
As soon as the screen changed, Director Huang's face appeared on the screen, with the director of the research institute by his side.