This time, Sheng Lingyuan was "awakened" by the sound of gongs and drums.
The last time he opened his eyes, he found himself lying naked in a dilapidated coffin in the wilderness. His brain was cleaner than his body. .
This time he didn't want to remember, but the Ling Chi and the eighty-one thunders he suffered were too unforgettable, and the feeling was still lingering until now, even though his body had been wiped out, every trace of his consciousness was still trembling in pain endlessly.
By the way, it stands to reason that he should have no "corpse" to deceive... But what's going on
These juniors are endless! Can't we change to another demon head to pay homage
The beating of gongs and drums became more and more lively, and there was a man inside who was roaring and panting hard. Sheng Lingyuan listened patiently for a while, his headache became more and more severe, and he thought to himself: "Where is the evildoer crying for the grave here?"
At this time, footsteps approached, and someone helped him up. Jiwen Lingchi's flesh pain was still there, so his senses were very confused at this moment, and after a while, he realized that the man had taken a piece of cloth of unknown material and was rubbing it on his body indiscriminately. .
Who... is so bold
Sheng Lingyuan opened his "eyes" suddenly, and in front of him was a face that was very close, the tip of the other's nose was almost touching him, and even the eyelashes were clearly defined, outlining a pair of beautiful eyes. Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback for a moment, and when he saw this person, he breathed heavily on him, wiped it "噗噢噐", and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What kind of shit, it can't be wiped clean yet?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
It's too presumptuous!
He recognized that it was the little demon with many tricks, and while the little demon muttered, he backed away a little, only then did Sheng Lingyuan realize that his perspective was very strange... He seemed to be lying in someone's arms.
The little demon was dressed in a weird dress, which seemed to be woven with some kind of woolen yarn, the handwork was incredibly delicate, but it didn't have any magic tricks, it was milky white, and it was extremely clean. Sheng Lingyuan judged that he should be quite pampered at ordinary times, otherwise he wouldn't wear such delicate and useless clothes.
Although I don't know why he is dressed like a sheep, but the soft wool is very comfortable to rub against his body, and the little demon's body temperature penetrates gently from it, and Sheng Lingyuan's pain that seems to be still being cut into pieces by a thousand knives is relieved a lot. It also became clearer. He then tried to feel his body, his limbs were gone, as if there was a layer between him and his surroundings, he could "see" and "hear", but these sensations did not come from the five sense organs.
Sheng Lingyuan was a little helpless, thinking: "Is this attached to something?"
"This has never happened before," the little demon—Xuan Ji picked up the small box that can "transmit sound for thousands of miles" from the side, and Sheng Lingyuan heard him say to the box, "Search online for 'how to clean the dirt on the sword'. Bloodstain'."
The little box issued a flat female voice, and replied: "Here is the webpage related to 'how to clean the blood on the sword'."
"The bathhouse can be cleaned...what the hell! Wipe it with a silk scarf...isn't that nonsense," Xuan Ji frowned, and pondered for a while, yes, no one else had encountered blood stained swords that couldn't be wiped clean, so she again Talk to your phone, "Go online and search... uh, 'How do girls wash their pants when their aunt gets them'."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
Although I didn't understand it, I felt that the question was definitely not a good one.
After the pain eased for a while, Sheng Lingyuan began to feel that this posture was a bit awkward - the main reason was that the boy's hands were too short, he was holding the "small box" in one hand and chattering, while the other hand was free and kept responding They beat on him with the sound of drums.
Suddenly, there was a soft "Dang", and something hit him, making his heart skip a beat.
His heart probably hasn't skipped a beat for too long, and when he is disturbed occasionally, he looks extraordinarily solemn.
"Yes," Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback before he remembered, "He has a ring on his hand."
The surface of the ring seemed to be shattered, the ring bumped into him one after another, the temperature seemed to be higher than that little demon's palm, it reminded people of a small flame in the cold wind of severe winter, it was so warm and tempting.
"What's that?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at Xuan Ji's steep jaw and thought.
Until now, there are only some intermittent pictures in his mind, which are not systematic. Most of those pictures are bloody and screaming. Looking at the gloomy sacrificial text that awakened him, he must have been a bad thing before.
"Nanming Fire Keeper", Sheng Lingyuan doesn't remember the name, he is very familiar with it, but for some reason, he instinctively doesn't want to think about it, and after thinking about it for a while, the pain that even he was a little unbearable has the meaning of making a comeback .
"What the hell are you?"
I saw the little demon clicking on the "small box" and singing to the sound of gongs and drums. It turned out to be a male voice roaring, but now it turned into two people howling at each other...not on the same tune.
"Tsk," Sheng Lingyuan stopped thinking and came to a conclusion, "Donkey."
At this time, something "ding dong" outside, "Brother Donkey"'s elegant singing was interrupted. He raised his voice in agreement, briefly spared Sheng Lingyuan's ear, got up and left.
Sheng Lingyuan was put aside by him, and he felt that there was something like a bed under him, narrow, long, and extremely soft, as soon as he fell into it, he sank immediately, I don't know what kind of gentle place it is.
While he was amazed in his heart, he took the opportunity to look around the room. It was very cramped—mainly because the roof was low, but it was barely enough, and ordinary people would not bump their heads—the light in the room was very good, because the entire wall facing south was covered with The window, now only a tulle curtain is half covered, a large piece of sunlight breaks in unimpeded, covering half of the room. The window is the same as the previous place called "Hospital", with luxurious "gemstones" pasted on it, but it looks much cleaner and brighter than the hospital, there is a "disc" in the middle of the roof, Sheng Lingyuan guessed it was for lighting Yes, I have seen it in the "hospital" before. Although the shape is not the same, the hanging position is similar. The surrounding furniture is very strange. At first glance, the materials are a bit shabby, but after a closer look, it seems that there is a mystery in all of them, so it is not easy to jump to conclusions.
I dare not say that the room is spotless, but it's not messy either, and it's very comfortable... except it's a little noisy—there's a square box on the low cabinet in the corner, and there's a man screaming in that thing.
Xuan Ji led in a man Sheng Lingyuan had never seen before: "Don't change your shoes, just sit casually, what do you want to drink?"
The man was wearing a navy blue "robe", the fabric was stiff and sticky, and there seemed to be knots between his brows and eyes. Sheng Lingyuan looked at him carefully for a moment, thinking: "Ordinary people, but there is a little Lei Ze beast [note] smell."
Isn't that right? Speaking of which, if Qing Pingsi has disappeared for nearly a thousand years, those mixed-race half-demon mixed-race people, if they leave offspring, there will only be a little thin blood left.
The visitor was Xiao Zheng. Director Xiao was exhausted from travel and dust. As soon as he entered the door, he was almost hit by the heavy metal of death and had a stroke: "Close, close, hurry up, what about your quality? The neighbors will call the police later! Give me a bottle of water."
"It's broad daylight, I've gone to work and school, who is there?" Xuan Ji took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and threw it to him, then moved Sheng Lingyuan off the sofa and poked it against the corner of the wall.
Sheng Lingyuan felt that the object he possessed was as tall as half a person, and it was very heavy. When it collided with the ground, it made a muffled sound.
He immediately had a vague guess in his mind, as soon as Xuan Ji walked away, an overly clear mirror at the corner of the back room came over...
really.
He sighed in his heart: "It's actually that sword."
The blade is more than three feet wide, at least two palms wide, and there are intricate lines engraved near the blood groove... It looks familiar, I must have seen it somewhere before. Sheng Lingyuan stared at the pattern for a moment, but had no clue. He remembered that this sword was pulled out by the little demon from the back of his spine, it was a kind of natal magic weapon, it belonged to fire, and it was born to resist cold things...
He himself is the most yin and cold thing.
But instead of repelling him, the sword seemed to carefully nourish his soul.
strangeness.
"Have you returned from the Yellow Bureau?" Xuan Ji sat down with his legs crossed, and found a plate of nuts from under the coffee table, "How do you say it?"
"The General Administration has decided to formally open a case to investigate the case of field staff using the mirror flower to conceal the number of casualties. The Huang Bureau asked me to come and find you," Xiao Zheng said straight to the point, "'Penglai' had an emergency meeting, and they had been arguing for a week. The Huang Bureau I really can't bear it... Do you know what 'Penglai' means?"
Xuan Ji grabbed a handful of melon seeds, ate one by one, "I'm not sure, but I can probably guess it, tell me."
"There are relatively few 'special abilities' people, and minorities like to gather together, you understand. Except for being recruited by the General Administration as civil servants, most of the remaining special abilities are in a few relatively large organizations," Xiao Zheng paused , explaining, "To us, these organizations are similar to private institutions to the public. In ancient times, I guess they could be called 'sects'. These private institutions are definitely impossible to eliminate. It is unrealistic to forcibly ban them. It is better for everyone to be peaceful. We can live together, and we can help each other when we have problems. But for the sake of public safety, the General Administration cannot completely let them go, so we established a 'Penglai Safety Federation', which is an 'industry self-regulatory organization'. Over the years, our relationship with these civil organizations It’s very subtle, and it’s been cooperating and suppressing at the same time.”
Xuan Ji, like listening to storytelling, started peeling pistachios after eating melon seeds: "As a result, your headquarters caused a big scandal."
Xiao Zheng: "This matter needs self-examination, and theoretically it belongs to the aftermath department..."
"Woo—" Xuan Ji said, "If I don't come, I can't come, don't beat me."
"There's too much involved here. Find anyone who has worked in the field to check, including me, and you can check yourself. I can't explain clearly," Xiao Zheng explained patiently, "Only you are a newcomer, and now you are It happened to be in the aftermath department, and the Huang Bureau mentioned it at the Penglai meeting..."
Xuan Ji interrupted him: "Speaking of that ghost butterfly, there is a question I wanted to ask a long time ago, the larvae of that thing, or butterfly eggs or something... what is love, what is it - just put them out like this, and there will be no harm." Have you thought about what to do if it spreads among the crowd?"
"That's not true. The stolen butterfly eggs have been specially treated," Xiao Zheng said. "It's just a parasite on humans and won't reproduce. When the human body dies, the butterfly dies with it."
Xuan Ji: "That's it, why should I check?"
Xiao Zheng had a premonition that this man and dog would not be able to spit out ivory, and the veins on his forehead began to jump ahead of time.
"People who are parasitized by butterflies live and work in peace and contentment, and their relatives and friends around them don't know. If they don't know, they don't know. There is nothing wrong with living a life in a daze. If you want me to tell you, I will go to the old director and tell Bi Chunsheng." That partner," Xuan Ji said slowly, his tongue may have some special function, and he talked while eating nuts, without affecting each other, "Leave a handle on what the two of them have committed, and it's useless to deny it, for the sake of the overall situation , it’s better to just admit it. The two of them cooperate to make the overall situation have face, and the organization will not let them lose their face. Even if they can’t get a leniency, they can live in a single room behind bars in the future.”
"you… "
"As for Gong Chenggong, I've heard about that guy, and he deserved what happened to him. Let the two of them find someone to admit it, and say that they used an unsolvable lost magic—anyway, you can't solve it. There are a lot of sorcery, just make up one, if you can’t make it up, I can do it for you.”
"Are you speaking human language?" Xiao Zheng jumped up and snatched his nut plate, "What are you eating! Parrot!"
"Our aftermath department wipes buttocks," Xuan Ji threw the last pine nut into his mouth, clapped his hands, and taught Xiao Zheng earnestly, "No matter how filthy the ass is, we must use gentle toilet paper, take Sandpaper rubbing will kill people... Oh, I said, Lao Xiao, who is the newcomer between us
Director Xiao got high blood pressure from his "wiping his ass" nonsense.
"You old Huang must mean the same thing," Xuan Ji said, "If you don't believe me, go back and ask yourself... Hey, don't break my door, it will cost thousands of dollars to change the lock."
Xiao Zheng is like a firecracker, usually no one recruits him, and there is a fire hazard. When meeting Xuan Ji who loves to rub fire, he has to blow it up several times a day. Xuan Ji released Director Xiao as a monkey, without any psychological pressure. Taking advantage of the "injury leave", he slowly cooked three dishes and one soup for himself. The natal sword that "run away from home" and refused to come back took a nap.
It may be because he ate too much, or the curtains were not drawn properly. He did not sleep very well. He was half asleep and half awake. He had a lot of incoherent dreams. There is the sound of another person's breathing...
Someone else
When he was awakened by the phone, he was stunned for a few seconds, feeling a little weird, suspecting that he had been single for a long time, and almost had a dream that was not suitable for children.
Xuan Ji rubbed her face and got up: "Hey, Director Xiao, what new instructions..."
"There's something wrong with that parasitized boy," Xiao Zheng interrupted him, "It might be infected! Come here quickly, you beak, are you majoring in curses?"
The author has something to say: Note: The Lei Ze Little Beast—Shan Hai Jing originally said "Thunder God", with a human head and a dragon body.
Original text: There is a god of thunder in Lei Ze, with a dragon body and a human head, and its belly is bulging. In Wuxi.