"Whose coffin will be opened?" Xuan Ji was confused, "Is there someone living in this coffin?"
Sheng Lingyuan raised his head abruptly, his eyes became redder even more, Xuan Ji followed his gaze, but he didn't see anyone, he heard the sound of water first, he was shocked, and the goatee next to the coffin disappeared!
It turned out that one of them was stuck in the coffin and couldn't get up, the other was out of his mind, and the goatee didn't know whether he was awake or just pretending to be dizzy, so he took the opportunity to jump into the pool and was swimming vigorously in one direction. Xuan Ji followed the water and saw that there was a hole on the rock wall where one person could pass through. It was covered by water when the water level was high before, and it was exposed at this time.
The goatee seems to have known that there is an exit, and the posture of the dog pawing is quite standard!
Xuan Ji looked at him, at the opened bronze coffin, and then at the gloomy sacrificial letter painted on the ground: "Could this kid be a tomb robber... what the hell?"
Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan's hand, which couldn't even fasten his clothes, suddenly grabbed it in the air. The veins on the back of his hand jumped violently, and the mustache in the water was sucked out. He flew out of the water with his head on the ground, and smashed to the side of the bronze coffin. stone platform.
Xuan Ji opened her wings and slid over to the ground. Before the goatee's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon, she jumped up, grabbed the goatee's ankles, and hung him upside down in the air: "Handsome guy, are you right or not? , this is a human head, not a shot put... Hey!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a force "suck" the mustache in his hand. The mustache's feet were in Xuan Ji's hand, but his upper body was sucked into the coffin at an angle, and a stick protruded from the coffin. A blue-white hand grabbed his throat fiercely.
Sheng Lingyuan's voice was suppressed in his throat: "Who, opened, the coffin?"
Mustache struggled with his hands convulsively, his face was congested with blood, and his neck made a dangerous sound. Xuan Ji suspected that the devil was going to twist his head off with his bare hands, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's wrist: "What are you doing!"
This hand actually has body temperature and a rapid pulse!
Xuan Ji couldn't help shaking his head, at this moment, a piercing cell phone rang, echoing in the cave with the effect of thunder, Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be exhausted at last, and his hand loosened, limply After falling, Xuan Ji fumbled for the phone frantically while catching the goatee.
His mobile phone has been "lying dead" since he entered this ghost place, otherwise he would have been blown up by someone, and he was dumb for a long time, but somehow he figured it out, and unexpectedly got a two-bar signal.
In the headquarters of the Different Control Bureau, Xiao Zheng was almost outraged by Luo Cuicui, who reported his funeral. For a while, he didn't know which piece of lard had deceived him, but he actually believed that the surname Xuan was reliable!
With the help of Ping Qianru, Yang Chao finally broke free from the rope, limped to Luo Cuicui God Platinum, who cried out that he was on a business trip with his life, and took away the e-cigarette that Xuan Ji had left behind.
The postgraduate entrance examination activist brought the cigarette closer, looked at it carefully for a while, and stretched out a finger to pestle Luo Cuicui's green radish bud: "Don't cry, you're not dead."
According to the definition of "special ability" by the Different Control Bureau, the so-called "special ability" should be a stable, controllable energy conversion mechanism that is different from ordinary people. Yang Chao doesn't meet this condition, but he has something different from ordinary people - for example, he can have some vague feelings when he comes into contact with certain things.
Sometimes it is strong and sometimes it is weak, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work, it's very mysterious.
For example, on the plane when he came here, whenever he got close to Xuan Ji's sword, he would get goosebumps all over his body, instinctively want to turn around and run away, and he even memorized the books in a mess. At this time, when he touched the electronic cigarette left by Xuan Ji, he felt a very strong feeling again, and Yang Chao blurted out, "They seem to be underground."
Xuanji and the others are in Yuedegong's territory at this time, and under normal circumstances, Xiao Zheng would have the cheek to ask Yuedegong for help in finding people.
But the Penglai meeting was as noisy as a flower and bird market. Yue Dezheng took the lead and led people to argue for independence. If he begged him, the old man might not care about it, and they would say that they gave someone a big handle.
Xiao Zheng really had no choice but to order a team of field elites from the General Administration to reinforce him. At the same time, he ordered those useless horses in the aftermath department to treat them as living horse doctors—letting Yang Chao follow his "sixth sense" to find them first.
Facing internal and external troubles, Director Xiao took the lead alone, without a reliable person around him to discuss with, exhausted physically and mentally. In order to relieve his anxiety, he would call Xuan Ji casually every once in a while.
Unexpectedly, when the eighth or ninth call was dialed, the call actually connected.
Both the caller and the answerer were surprised. Once connected, they almost spoke in unison.
Xuan Ji: "What's the situation?"
Xiao Zheng: "What's going on?"
"I should ask you what's going on!" Xiao Zheng reacted immediately, took a deep breath, and roared like a rainbow, "Are you trying to piss me off or kill me? What the hell are you doing? Where are you going? Are you here now?" Where?"
Xuan Ji thought about it for a while, and felt that her experience was too difficult to describe in words, so she could only briefly say: "Uh... I may be in a grave now."
After hearing such nonsense, Xiao Zheng became more and more irritable: "Then you fucking lie down inside, don't come out again!"
"No, listen to me, this tomb is a bit special," Xuan Ji glanced at Sheng Lingyuan, who was lying on the coffin, breathing weakly, with long water-weed-like hair entangled with dry vines, struggling a few times, not enough to stand up strength...
It's like a flamboyant ghost who has just finished her home and hasn't gotten used to her body yet.
"Uh... I think this is a bit complicated. There are gloomy sacrificial texts in the tomb. Judging from the color of the paint, someone should have newly put it on. There is a cave next to it. The entrance of the cave was underwater just now. As soon as it was exposed, my phone had a signal. It's..." Xuan Ji forcibly pulled her gaze away from Sheng Lingyuan, walked cautiously between the big devil and the goatee, separated them, and faced Sheng Lingyuan sideways to ensure that when the devil was in trouble, he could use it as soon as possible. I saw it from the corner of the eye, and then he turned on the hands-free, stepped on the key part of the "goatee", "I see you dare to pretend to be dizzy again!"
The goatee rolled his eyes halfway, and then got stuck again, facing the tall bird figure of Xuan Ji, so frightened that he choked.
"Why are you crying, your grandfather and I have the green face and fangs of a corpse?" Xuan Ji said angrily, "You guys dared to dig graves, and even dug them into mass graves. I'm so fucking convinced."
The voice of the goatee trembled like a wavy line: "I, I, I, I am not, I never do this kind of immoral thing of digging graves, yes, yes, it is Lao Lang, it is Lao Lang and their gang... "
"Who is Lao Lang?"
"Lao Lang is Ji, Ji Qingchen! Lao Lang's real name is Ji Qingchen!" Goatee twisted his buttocks on the ground, trying to get rid of Xuan Ji's feet, "It's him! I really don't know anything! He made it The little black pot, say, talk about the quick money, I persuaded him, I said it was too wicked, but he didn't listen to me... "
Xiao Zheng heard it through the phone, and immediately asked: "What little black pot?"
"The little black pots are their treasures. They are full of 'good, good things'. They are dug out from the ground. One pot is a 'curse' and the other is a 'curse cure'. Let's put a curse on the bad guys first. , Let them be bewitched by evil spirits, and then slap the curse at Renyintang, bag, bag! Give me as much as you want."
Although Mustache spoke incoherently, both Xiao Zheng and Xuan Ji understood it—Ji Qingchen had something in his hand that could cause symptoms of being possessed by evil spirits, and a jar of the corresponding "antidote".
He prescribes the medicine by himself and solves it by himself, deceiving the victim around.
Xuan Ji: "Where did that thing come from?"
"Bought on the black market, they all use..."
Xiao Zheng put one hand on the office landline, ready to call the Penglai Conference Center, and asked, "Who are they?"
The mustache almost shouted at the top of his voice: "Master! Master Yuede!"
Xiao Zheng made a "click" and hung up the phone he picked up: "Who are you talking about? Say it again?"
The goatee was terrified to a certain extent, and the whole person was already insane. While trembling, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Master Yuede and the others all do this kind of thing. Master Yuede has 800 disciples. Every year, whoever has any achievements will be rewarded." Report it to the master, and the master who can't report it will say that you are not diligent in cultivation, and you will, you will be expelled!"
Xuan Ji was incredulous: "What? They're all in this business, but they still can't hide from 'KPI'?"
Xiao Zheng: "Shut up!"
The upper and lower teeth of the goatee chattered wildly.
Xiao Zheng's voice became a little dangerous: "So your land is in good weather, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts live in peace. If they can't complete the master's goal of killing demons and demons every year, they just make troubles on their own?"
No wonder the old man was jumping up and down desperately, he must know that mustache Ji Qingchen is inseparable from his disciples and grandchildren, and he wants to use the basket of the different control bureau to cover his dirty buttocks!
Volume 2