The chess piece quickly turned into ashes, one of the sparks passed Xuan Ji's hand, Xuan Ji didn't care to hide, but the spark jumped an unnatural arc in a posture that ignored the gravity of the earth in order to avoid him.
In the embers... there seems to be the breath of Chi Yuan.
It's not the current Chiyuan, it's a bit stale, it's a long, long time ago, the smell of the continent that just ended the melee, mixed with lingering rust and blood, like a rough and cruel little stone tablet , is preserved.
The Chiyuan devil energy in the chess piece has been exhausted, and it was smashed by the nemesis Suzaku's tears, so it exploded into a cluster of small fireworks and ceased to exist.
Xuan Ji was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized something, and tremblingly held down Sheng Lingyuan's neck.
I don't know how long I waited...
A weak pulse beat lightly, like the last drop of water remaining in a dry stream, which would continue his lifeline uninterrupted.
The helicopter landed, and the field workers who had witnessed the scene of the divine bird's rebirth ran down, not daring to approach it, and formed a circle around a hundred meters away.
Xuan Ji was on the deserted snow, holding the person in her arms, not daring to loosen or tighten, her back slumped slowly, her wings hung long behind her, and the melted snow water flew out Snowy steam.
That back is like a dream.
The ground-shaking Chiyuan gradually calmed down, as if being appeased by something. The magma in Chiyuan didn't go out, but the fire didn't spread any further. In the depths of the abyss, a magma pool was finally formed.
The temperature of the magma pool should have been extremely high, but the top of the pool seemed to be covered with an invisible barrier. The treetops on the rock walls on both sides were covered with snow, echoing the magma from a distance, and the snow could not melt.
With a "click", Xiao Zheng came back to his senses, and glared at Yang Chao who was taking pictures next to him: "You are not allowed to post pictures on Moments!"
Yang Chao put away his mobile phone hesitantly: "No... Director Xiao, I think the shape of that magma pool is like the tattoo on Director Xuan's forehead."
Xiao Zheng: "..."
His "tattoo" is still painted.
"That's called the clan emblem, thank you very much!"
At the same time, in the eyes of the Eighty-one Formation, the crazily surging gloomy rituals also disappeared at the same time, the wildly growing plants died down, and the vines that were dancing wildly and trying to attack the helicopter also hung down, criss-crossing on the ground. A layer of green carpet was stacked.
Wang Ze waved his hand, pressed the headset, and listened intently to the voice of the chief dispatching office. After a while, he turned his head and said to everyone: "Everyone, I just received the news that the Vermilion Bird totem photographed on the satellite has disappeared."
Yan Qiushan immediately turned to his colleagues and said, "Restart the energy detector!"
"Yes, the energy detector is restarted, and the instrument is operating normally."
"Anomalous energy levels continue to drop…"
"Report, it has fallen under the cordon."
"No threatening abnormal energy bodies have been detected within the range."
All the members of the crew breathed a sigh of relief, the little soldier put down the bazooka, and the ordinary people and the superpowers who were in the same room were relieved of the crisis and looked at each other in blank dismay.
Wang Ze coughed dryly: "Land down at a safe distance of one kilometer from the target site. Please come to support our brothers to retreat first. Specially capable of field work, put on protective gear and follow me. Thanks for your hard work!"
The voice of the pilot sounded in the earphones: "My God... it's like a fantasy movie, and I still acted in person-you guys... um..."
I didn't think it would calm down when I was bombarding indiscriminately just now. Facing the special ability of "flying into the sky and escaping from the ground" next to me, the restraint and barrier of "not my race" emerged belatedly. The pilot didn't know what to call these special abilities for a while, so he vaguely said, "Do you do this every day?"
Wang Ze was probably afraid that he would not be able to second the bazooka in the future, so he quickly explained: "No, don't worry, we usually don't do such big ones, we just do small monsters, and catch a few small gangs who use their special abilities to commit fraud during the holidays. , complete the departmental KPI... "
Yan Qiushan loosened his tied injured leg, leaned back, heard him running the train, and couldn't help yelling casually like before: "Wang Ze, you're talking nonsense again!"
The pilot smiled, his smile was very tight, and he didn't succeed in "breaking the ice" because of Wang Ze's cuteness, but he could hear that he was trying to make an awkward chat, and he didn't want to answer it for the sake of politeness, so he had nothing to say: "Your name is also Wang Ze? There is a classmate in the next class in my high school who has the same name as you. What a coincidence."
Wang Ze spread his hands and scrambled forward: "The parents are uneducated, so they give them a popular name, and the world has the same name—brother, you are from Yong'an, where did you go to middle school?"
"Oh, I'm from Yong'an No. 3 High School," the pilot politely said to Mai while carefully looking for a place where the helicopter could take off and land, "You may not have heard of it, after all, special talents, and I probably didn't read about us when I was young." Ordinary school."
"There are not many people who are born with special abilities. Most of us there suddenly 'fallen ill' halfway through," Wang Ze said. "Coincidentally, I am also in Yong'an No. 3 Middle School. I am 01, and you..."
The helicopter shivered.
Then, all the members of the crew heard a voice in the earphones: "You are the legendary Wang Ze who filled up all the physics test papers in class 3 and got 4 points?!"
Wang Ze: "..."
Yan Qiushan reported halfway to Xiao Zheng, and after hearing this howl, he immediately forgot the words, feeling that the face of the entire Different Control Bureau was completely lost by this unlucky koi.
The superpowers who could not find anything to say in front of ordinary people did not want to be represented by this person at all, so they opened their microphones one after another.
"Listen to my explanation, our Alien Control Bureau is also a serious organization, because the Ministry of Security has few special abilities in the water system, so we specially recruited, otherwise people with this level of education would not be able to pass the exam-I got 280 in the college entrance examination, and I am serious. Graduated in 1985!"
"I didn't know that I was a special talent until I was halfway through my PhD. I just couldn't write a thesis, and I didn't get a job. There was a job opportunity here, so I made do with it first."
"I'm a few years older than you. When I was young, my family had no conditions. I went to work halfway through school—it's because of the economy, not because I didn't study well—I'm rich now, and I can get a degree by failing the self-examination. When I get older I will not go out to work at all, I will resign from the bureau and become an accountant.”
The mountain wind swept along the remains of the Suzaku totem. On the way, when I met those chattering parents, I walked more slowly, as if I was reluctant to pick up some fun beside me.
The daytime in the western hemisphere was a blast, and the night in the eastern hemisphere was sleepless.
A crisis that few people knew passed silently, and people came to their senses and started quarreling, marching, appealing, and being suspicious.
After figuring out what a special ability person is, the two camps of "anti-special ability organization" and "generalized egalitarians" rose rapidly, and quickly had their own logo and charter. The two sides scolded each other as if they had revenge for killing their father, and most of the rest followed the quarrels one after another, sometimes falling to one side, sometimes falling to the other, and drifting with the tide.
Within a week, there were extreme "anti-power" incidents all over the world—thugs armed with mithril and mithril-like weapons suddenly rushed into public places and swept across the crowd. But no one was hit, because there are not so many superpowers in the world, even if there are, if you sweep around without knowing who is superpower, the Mithril bullets will be blocked by ordinary people.
On the contrary, the panic caused by this led to several stampede accidents, which were not big or small, and many people were injured. For a while, "anti-special energy organization" became synonymous with "brainless" and "terrorist". However, people with special ability have received a lot of sympathy—special ability, innate, is the same as gender, sexual orientation and race. Isn’t it politically incorrect to be discriminated against because of being born like this
A few days later, the Bureau of Abnormal Control announced the list of people involved in the incident of the butterfly in the mirror, water and moon, and frankly confessed the cause and effect-the people who had been parasitized by the butterfly had already been quietly treated as natural deaths after the incident. The original intention of the Bureau of Different Control was to tell everyone that there were no more "dummy" butterflies parasitizing, so that everyone could feel at ease, but unexpectedly triggered a wave of life-and-death ethics scolding war.
Whether it was the concealment at the beginning, or the silent handling of the death later, the angry family members and relatives of the deceased did not accept it. The newly established media public relations department of the Bureau of Different Controls collectively went bald for three days, and came out with a sincere apology, treatment and compensation plan for those involved... and then was attacked again.
Some scolded them for being indifferent, some scolded them for being sensational, and more people were writing essays scolding the Bureau of Different Controls, asking the government to disband this rotten institution, and some said that they wanted to live in the same world as special people, so desperate that they wanted to commit suicide. If the police don't arrest all the talents, they will cut their wrists live.
Articles like "A human life is only worth XXX, and they say they lied to you are for your own good" are flying all over the place.
In short, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. For a while, all human beings whose three views have been subverted are like a pot of boiling water. .
However, there are still very few people with special abilities and those who have been affected by special energy incidents. Most of them still have to go to work and go to school after the explosion. After all, "how to get along with ordinary people with special abilities" is a big issue that requires long-term discussions. , In the short term, we have to give way to "urgent tasks" - for example, the final crematorium is coming, and the fourth and sixth grades are also coming, and the annual postgraduate exams are sharpening their knives at the students again; another example, the central bank announces interest rates The increase has been raised, and the rent is inexplicably followed. While calculating the year-end bonus and calculating the increase in mortgages next year, the social animals plan to save themselves a sum of New Year's money on the grounds of "not being able to get a train ticket for the Spring Festival travel".
In this way, people panic at the end of the year, the world seems to be able to metabolize itself, and the mutated plants affected by abnormal energy gradually return to their natural growth patterns.
As for Xuan Ji—
"35.9°C." Xuan Ji wrote down Sheng Lingyuan's latest body temperature - 0.3 higher than yesterday.
Over the past period of time, Sheng Lingyuan's heartbeat has changed from a weak beat of more than ten minutes to about forty beats a minute, and his body temperature is also like a person who has thawed, rising little by little.
After recording, Xuan Ji stared at Sheng Lingyuan for a while, then he suddenly sighed, leaned down, and touched the tips of his noses, to feel Sheng Lingyuan's long breath.
His breathing was only last weekend, intermittent at first, like the most timid wind in the world, a speck of dust can disperse it. Even though he knew that as long as Chi Yuan was not sealed, there would be a breath left in the demon body, and he would be able to recover by himself sooner or later, Xuan Ji still guarded the weak breath with trepidation. After three full days, it finally stabilized.
The soft breath seemed to have gravitational force, and it drew Xuan Ji closer and closer. Finally, he couldn't help it, and lowered his head to hold Sheng Lingyuan's lips.
The lips are cold and soft, almost surprising, how can such a heartless person have such a delicate place.
As soon as Xuan Ji touched those lips, her mind was like a revolving lantern. Recalling the past, she found that the flowers were not good and the moon was not round, and there was only a series of depressions in front of and behind her. It got deformed, and I wanted to bite it down... After grinding my teeth for a long time, I couldn't bear it.
Lips are too soft...
So he reluctantly groped around Sheng Lingyuan's body, picked left and right, and chose the outer side of the upper arm - I heard that the place hurts the least. He rolled up Sheng Lingyuan's wide sleeve, and bit it up, intending to bleed from the bite of this abominable thing, but as soon as a shallow circle of teeth marks landed on it, his teeth seemed to be rebellious, "Will the king's order I don’t accept anything” and refused to go any further!
Xuan Ji reluctantly let go, Tianmo's powerful recovery ability filled up the shallow tooth marks, leaving no trace except saliva.
So Xuan Ji became even more angry.
At this time, his mobile phone vibrated, Xuan Ji took it over and saw that it was from Xiao Zheng: "Is it convenient for you now? I will bring someone to see you?"
Ten minutes later, when the patriarch of Nanming Suzaku greeted the guests in the living room, he was already quite a dog.
He didn't bring Sheng Lingyuan back to Yong'an's small apartment for the time being, mainly because there were too many people coming to see him, and it was unrealistic to live in a residential area and disturb the people.
At this time, they settled down in a nursing home on the outskirts of Yong'an, backed by the West Mountain, with an area of more than a thousand acres of land, plus an artificial lake, only the two of them and the surrounding guards who were not close.
The living room is very bright, as big as a conference room—anyway, a poor man like Xuan Ji has lived in the world for ten years, and all the houses he has lived in are not as big as this living room. It seemed stretched, the entourage other than the interpreter could only wait at the door, and even the yellow bureau had no seat, so Xiao Zheng could only stand in the corner and gave him a look from a distance.
Xuan Ji sighed: "Everyone, don't panic, let's change to a spacious place first."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slowed down his movements so that everyone could see clearly. Then, the flame-colored filaments spread out from between his fingers, shuttled back and forth between the wall and the floor, and formed a magic circle.
The four walls of the living room were immediately widened by more than three times.
Amidst a low exclamation, Xuan Ji flicked her fingers, and a few long feathers inserted in the vase next to her flew out, landed and turned into a human figure, and quickly shuttled around the entire living room. Everyone had an extra glass of wine. Steaming tea.
The guests exchanged glances, and the divine bird revived in Biquan Mountain, flapping its wings in the raging fire. Just a few photos are already shocking. After all, a special person is still a "human", and he has had his own management system that is not mature for many years, but what is he
Rare prehistoric creatures
Human Godzilla
A spokesperson for some natural law
Or... God
He looks well-mannered now, like a friendly and peaceful ordinary citizen, but what if he gets out of control? Even if it does not get out of control, will he interfere with the progress of human society and international relations? What if he has any political opinions
Xuan Ji took a clear look at the expressions of everyone, and smiled: "To tell you the truth, I have been in the world for more than three thousand years, and I was not born just last month."
Bureau Huang: "But the one that flew out of Biquan Mountain that day..."
"Bird," Xuan Ji answered for him, "It's my real body."
"Chi Yuan is probably an energy source, because various races fought for melee, thousands of years ago, we turned off this energy source, I was like... that 'seal', now humans and other non-human races are mixed together, nothing's different family' concept, and the seal has expired, so I returned to the status of administrator." In order to take care of the translator who was busy working, Xuan Ji spoke slowly, and roughly killed several people who coveted Chi Yuan and were cut to death one by one. The villain pulled it out and introduced it, talking about the cause and effect of three thousand years ago.
"Because my 'seal' is not strong enough, in the past few decades, the previously silent demons and ghosts have come out to cause trouble. The original 'Mutual Aid Association' is the believers who are bewitched by the big demon who is trying to seize control of Chiyuan."
Xiao Zheng added: "We found through the autopsy that Gong Chenggong, the former director of the aftermath department of the Alien Control Bureau, had died, and was completely possessed by the demon in the vines. Although she can temporarily possess the dead, it is difficult to control healthy people for a long time. , Especially those with a strong will can only deepen the other party's belief through misleading and long-term brainwashing. The more seriously the target is bewitched by her and the weaker the body, the stronger her control will be. Gong Chenggong's father is not a special person. He was chased by bandits to Xishan during the war, and he just hid under the tree of the Mutual Aid Society, and bled a lot on the tree trunk. The big monster in the tree vine sucked his blood and indirectly helped him avoid the bandits' pursuit. Gong Chenggong's father thought it was a miracle. The sacred tree had gods to bless him, so he always came to worship. Worshiping together, the two of them seem to think that worshiping the sacred tree can make them special abilities."
A translator conveyed a question: "Nan Mingshen..."
Xuan Ji: "Hey, I dare not be an administrator."
"Okay, the administrator of Nanming... After the whole clan disappeared, the management authority fell on a corpse without self-consciousness. It was once enshrined in a shrine with the power of worship, and it can be given life through gloomy sacrificial rites..."
"It's a miserable life." Xuan Ji said, "I've been attached to the statue all my life, I can't help it, and I don't belong to it. It often ends when the mission is completed. So she wants to use special sacrifices and special materials."
Human Sovereign—Living Chi Yuan.
Chi Yuan and Suzaku live together, even if there is only one remains of the celestial spirit left in the Suzaku clan, Chi Yuan refuses to recognize others. Using the "Living Chiyuan" as a fuel sacrifice, and then injecting the power of the offering into the immortal Suzaku bone, she can get rid of the statue and be reborn with the Suzaku bone.
But... Remains without spirits are easy to be fooled. How can the laws of nature recognize false gods