The bronze tripod is turned upside down, the length and width inside are about the same as that of an ordinary restaurant booth, and the depth is a little short—a tall adult has to bow his head.
Xuan Ji hugged Sheng Lingyuan, and spread her wings quickly, covering the entire space, placing herself between Sheng Lingyuan and the bronze tripod, treating herself as a heat shield.
But soon, he found that the bronze cauldron was not hot.
This is an unscathed magical weapon in the Heavenly Demon Festival. The galloping magma fell from the high cliff, and it remained motionless. The fire that melted gold and jade was flowing outside, and its inner wall was still icy cold. Ji belongs to fire, and he can feel the blazing fire around him. He almost suspects that it is just drizzle outside the bronze tripod.
But although it wasn't hot, Xuan Ji didn't make a sound - he hugged Sheng Lingyuan a little tighter, buried it in his messy, blood-stained long hair, and didn't want to let go.
Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to pass over a sentence through empathy: "Cough... I'm still here."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Tsk, forget about empathy, there is no privacy.
Sheng Lingyuan pushed Xuan Ji's hand away. He seemed to be extremely tired, and it was rare for him to sit upright. He leaned crookedly on the bronze tripod, stretched his legs, and pressed the wound to stop the bleeding. Through the light on the wings, Xuan Ji saw his face was dry and pale, as if the tears that almost burned him just now were just an illusion.
The bronze tripod amplified the sound from outside, and the "rumbling sound" inside the tripod was deafening. Xuan Ji moved slightly, folded her wings, plucked a feather and pinned it to her chest, used it as a lamp, and crawled over to sit next to Sheng Lingyuan .
I don't know how long it took, but the sound of magma knocking disappeared - it should be that the bronze tripod was buried at the bottom of the magma pool and couldn't be hit.
Sheng Lingyuan regained control of the crow sent to Xiao Zheng's side. Xiao Zheng kept the crow in a bird cage and took it with him to the helicopter. The sound on the helicopter was extremely noisy. Xiao Zheng repeatedly confirmed whether the Yao Wangying was really dead, and shouted To fight the fire, the intermittent signal on Chi Yuan suddenly became available again, so all kinds of news were gathered to him.
"The abnormal energy level over Chiyuan is declining."
"All the special abilities of the water system are in place..."
Xiao Zheng: "What's going on under Chiyuan?"
"Chiyuan Volcano has always been active, but it hasn't erupted yet."
Xiao Zheng was stunned, just now all the nearby helicopters saw the explosion of the Demon King Shadow, and the abnormal energy rushed straight into Chi Yuan, and then he was held up by something: "What's going on?"
"Director, the signal of the Biquan Mountain District Bureau has been restored, and it is reported that the mountain where their ancient tomb is located has suddenly erupted... Yes, I know that the mountain is not a volcano—it seems that the abnormal energy that should have flowed into Chiyuan circled the whole country. Circle, ran to Biquan Mountain."
Xiao Zheng: "Your Majesty..."
On the birdcage behind him, the crow lightly pecked the wooden cage three times with its beak. Only then did Xiao Zheng realize that the crow, who was so frightened that it was about to lose all its hair, calmed down at some point, and its eyes opened again. Obsidian is like a dim light. Xiao Zheng quickly opened the cage, but the crow was not in a hurry to come out, but simply exchanged information with Xiao Zheng.
"What, you were buried under the magma?" Xiao Zheng's scalp tingled when he heard that - being held in a bronze tripod by a pool of magma, wouldn't that make you a beggar
"Is there enough air? Is there food and drinking water? What should I do? I'll send someone to the scene..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the crow flap its head, hopped a few times on the wooden frame of the cage quite freshly, and poked it a few times like a woodpecker, as if testing whether the wooden frame was strong or not. .
His Majesty is absolutely unable to make this picture of a bird, Xiao Zheng: "Not good, it's broken again."
"It's not broken, it's not broken, don't be nervous," a line of words jumped out of the black mist around the crow, "Oh, this black chirp is so fat, this belly... tsk, can it still fly?"
Xiao Zheng: "..."
Although he didn't know what kind of spell it was, he knew who was talking behind the bird.
Because of the connection with empathy, this "crow brand mobile phone" is equivalent to turning on the hands-free, and Xuan Ji can directly control the crow without Sheng Lingyuan telling it.
"I'm here to send a message," Xuan Ji said, "Hey, I'm kneeling for you, Your Majesty. There are not many of you who write this word correctly! Old Xiao, you guys are really good at guessing—don't say it later, people His Majesty is illiterate, it's too embarrassing."
Xiao Zheng: "..."
Although some of His Majesty's words are short and cursing, it does not affect the understanding, and when people speak, they are concise and the speed is moderate. One sentence is one sentence, and it looks organized.
Changing to this product, there is no typo. A bunch of words bounce like a barrage, and there are a lot of inexplicable pinyin abbreviations and emojis mixed in. A bird "chirp" has the effect of a group of crows in a meeting. Seeing Director Xiao as one head turned into two big ones, he was like an old uncle who accidentally broke into the star chasing forum for elementary and middle school students.
"It's okay," Xuan Ji said, "There's no need to rescue. Now Biquan Mountain is a big hot pot. Don't come to deliver food. When the temperature drops, we will find a way to get out by ourselves. Don't worry, Director Xiao, we little fairy men are very serious about survival." The environment is not so demanding, and you can do it without eating, drinking and panting."
Xiao Zheng said dryly: "Yes? That's really energy-saving and environmentally friendly. You are so immortal, do you not need to pay your salary in the future?"
"No! And it's unnecessary!" Xuan Ji got out of the birdcage, first flopped the hair on Director Xiao's face, and then flew to the top of Yang Chao's head, looking down Chiyuan.
Fortunately, in the Chiyuan area, there is a pile of protective formations that Xuanji spent three thousand years deploying. With the efforts of the special energy of the water system, the touched formations quickly formed a water film that isolates oxygen around the fire point. , the forest fire has been brought under control. The reverberation sound level also fell to a stable value, and the dominant sound that bewitched the public disappeared. The strong resentment and resignation that had been aroused before did not fuel the flames.
The field workers from all over the country reacted, and many people who secretly used Mithril to snipe were caught on the spot, most of them were the remnants of Yuedegong and Granny Yu's party. At the same time, after the Huang Bureau handed over the Mithril technology in a high-profile manner, it listed the list of people whose memory had been modified by the echo sound on the official website of the Different Control Bureau. They can be queried through the ID number. The handler at that time, and announced the compensation plan.
As the sky turned white, people seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare. The traffic in many areas was paralyzed. All major institutions and companies were more or less affected, and many of them temporarily stopped, but things did not continue to deteriorate. There are still different opinions online and offline, some are busy repairing their broken three views, some are worried about the future, and some are discussing how to get along with superpowers and ordinary people in their respective fields... But the panic like an infectious disease is finally temporary The tide is out.
Xiao Zheng pressed his temple, which was aching from the roar of the helicopter, and suddenly felt tired, thinking: "Is it over?"
Think about the good, if he goes out on a blind date in the future, he can appear as a "young talent" in an upright manner, so that he won't be regarded as "a young man who is idle at a young age"... But will the special ability be regarded as a "young talent"? A kind of "genetic disease", causing new discrimination, that is a later story.
Anyway, discrimination is everywhere, and buying a bottle of drink on the side of the road can extend a whole chain of contempt. As long as there is peace, nothing else matters. Laws and regulations can be gradually improved, and ideology will always develop slowly. If you don't like each other, it's a big deal not to "look at each other" and just make do with your own life.
"That..." Yang Chao said suddenly, "I have something to say."
The crow tilted his head.
"I don't know if I read it wrong, but..." Yang Chao hesitated, "I don't think the demon king shadow man may have exploded himself. He seemed to be shot by an arrow before he exploded. I didn't see who shot it. Yes, but it penetrated our shielding."
"Well," Sheng Lingyuan, who was listening in the bronze cauldron, replied thoughtfully, "That's not surprising."
The old director of the Different Control Bureau took great pains to lure the Fireman into the Different Control Bureau. Why did he not prepare to explain the truth to Xuan Ji until the last moment of his life? What did you do early? Was it because the old bureau chief had procrastination, or did he also know that the firekeeper had no memory at that time, so it was useless to say it? The timing of the appearance of the so-called "Vine" was too coincidental, and why didn't Danli and the others report the important matter of sealing the demon king and shadow man back then
Also, did Luo Cuicui really come up with the idea of using the reverberation sound to spot Chi Yuan? In Sheng Lingyuan's view, the entire reverberation system is more like a pit dug for the demon king, inducing him to devour Luo Cuicui and then dragged into the reverberation system. body, pouring the combined human and demon power into Chiyuan.
Luo Cuicui is the "grain reserve" and Yao Wangying is the "energy transporter"—Yang Chao's feeling in the chaos seems to confirm this point.
But if this is the case, then there is still a question, who dug this foreshadowing pit three thousand years ago
If this confusing situation is related to the old director and the "vine" attached to him, if Yao Wangying was an energy transporter from the beginning, then why did the vine pass through Xiao Zheng's mouth at the last moment when Yao Wangying was born? , to prevent him and Xuanji from joining forces to kill the demon Wang Ying? As soon as Yao Wangying died, Chi Yuan was caught. At that time, the building of the Different Control Bureau had just collapsed, and the two of them hadn't finished arguing, so they were caught off guard. Why did they make such a big circle
There is also Biquan Mountain—the blinding method under Biquan Mountain is quite clever. Nowadays, many ancient spells have been lost, it is easy to hide from ignorant mortals, and no one will find out if they are buried for ten thousand years. A shallow buried "ancient tomb" was exposed and dug out casually
Was the gloomy sacrificial rite to wake him up from his dry bones really just to use his hand to kill the demon as a sacrifice
Humans and demons are indeed very tricky, and each has its own difficulties, but Sheng Lingyuan felt that if he changed places and changed his layout, it would not be a good choice to use demons as swords...it would be too easy to be backlashed.
Wouldn't Xuan Ji, a descendant of Suzaku who was three thousand years old, be easier to use? Suzaku conquers demons, his own obsessive forgetfulness, how easy it is to be fooled when the memory in the Nirvana Stone is not released.
Sheng Lingyuan asked Xiao Zheng: "When the vine attached to the old director's body talks to you, what are the characteristics?"
"Just... dying, talking intermittently, what are the other characteristics?" Xiao Zheng thought for a while, "Ah, yes, although it's ridiculous that the cane also has a gender... but I think she is a woman, and her movements are very strange. Like the reserved aristocratic lady in ancient times, when she was attached to the old director, she couldn't help but use the glass as a mirror to look at it.
Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan glanced at each other quickly.
"Be careful, this matter is not over," Xuan Ji said with a crow, "Investigate who the old chief had been in close contact with back then, starting with the people involved in the incident. Also, interrogate the group of people who were arrested as soon as possible, and ask them who they are?" Who instigated it, and who is the contact person. After the fire is under control, deploy more energy monitors on both sides of Chiyuan. Chiyuan is made very unstable by them, and it may explode at any time. A list of everyone at the Bureau who was involved in this—fire first, quick!"
The whole different control bureau was turned around by him, and Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan were idle instead—they were locked in the bronze tripod and could only move their mouths.
Xuan Ji reached out and pressed on the inner wall of the bronze tripod, feeling the external environment through the tripod body.
"The two of us have to stay in this pot for at least one day." After a while, he turned his head and said to Sheng Lingyuan, "Do you think that Aluojin wants to help, or just wants to send you to the ground?"
As she said that, Xuan Ji took out another pack of wet wipes from her trouser pocket—it didn't fall out.
He took out the wet wipe, knelt aside, picked up Sheng Lingyuan's hair, and wiped off the blood little by little.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't move, let him play with him, smiled, and the smile faded quickly.
At the last moment, Aluojin caught the power of human demons and diverted them to Biquan Mountain. He knew that many tribesmen lived in peace and tranquility. One side is the past and the other side is the future. The young patriarch once dreamed of three thousand years The latter ones were fulfilled one by one, although his name was not included in it... So he finally let go of the obsession with indulging in the past, and no longer dreamed of burning Dongchuan back with a big fire from Chiyuan.
But humans and demons arise from obsessions, and when obsessions dissipate, humans and demons, like Dongchuan's Last Dream... turned into a breeze.
Sheng Lingyuan's face suddenly turned cold - Xuan Ji pressed a wet tissue onto his face.
Sheng Lingyuan pressed his wrist: "Huh?"
Xuan Ji cleared her throat: "If you feel uncomfortable, would you like me to lend you a shoulder?"
Sheng Lingyuan turned his head to avoid the pungent smell of wet wipes: "Don't make trouble."
"Look, it's flat and wide, and the bones and flesh are evenly spaced. How can you have it?" Xuan Ji leaned over and pushed her shoulders, "Let's lean on, brother Lingyuan, if Bai Chang is so good."
The place in the bronze tripod was very small, the eldest one leaned forward, it was a hot ball, Sheng Lingyuan had to reach out to catch it, his bleeding stopped, even his breathing was cold, his fingers were still numb, Almost scalded and curled up by the frisky Birdman.
The two were buried under the deep magma, surrounded by noise and silence, the world seemed to have collapsed outside the bronze tripod, and there was only each other at this moment—