Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a while, then suddenly remembered something, secretly yelled "No", turned around and chased him out.
However, in a luxury hotel full of modernization, many native-born contemporary road idiots are still deluded. How can a mere ancient person understand it
Sheng Lingyuan was dazzled by the winding corridors first, and was forced to listen to a large circle of corners, and finally got into the elevator. He was confused by the complicated floors—this hotel is located in an urban complex. , All the floors below the fourth floor are called "so-and-so hall". He didn't know the Arabic numerals and English, so he had to click on the bottom floor according to his intuition.
Generally speaking, if a person is too scheming and thinks about everything, his intuition is usually inaccurate.
Sheng Lingyuan was startled by the elevator button that lit up when he touched it, and then he was pulled directly into the dark underground parking lot.
The tangy gasoline smell gave His Majesty a headache, and he was even more confused for a moment. Just at this time, the security guard on duty got up at night and made a routine patrol. When he saw a figure in the distance, he raised his flashlight to shake it.
This is fatal, the security guard saw a disheveled image standing in the empty parking lot in the middle of the night with blood on his body!
The security guard was frightened out of his wits, and before Sheng Lingyuan could ask for directions, he let out a strange cry, his limbs flung in the air in a dog-planing posture, and while howling, he "swimmed" away like a torpedo.
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
Xuan Ji didn't go to the front desk—the signal in the hotel was not very good, Xiao Zheng spoke intermittently on the phone, and he went to the viewing smoking area on the sixth floor.
At this time, Xiao Zheng was on the brightly lit witch man's tomb.
The ridge collapsed in half, and the fake trees and grass that were used to hide people's eyes and ears were almost burnt bare. The pool water that surged up from the altar flowed to the low-lying places, and rushed into several depressions that were bombarded by Mithril indiscriminately. A "lake" was formed.
The field staff of the six water systems stood on three helicopters, circling above the Witchman's Tomb, and at the same time "pulled" the water on the ground. The water in the pool was like a whole piece of cloth, and they were "dragged" into the sky by a few of them.
On the ground, the field workers were divided into several groups and carried out a carpet search on both sides of the "water curtain".
Responding to the order of the Yellow Bureau, Xiao Zheng urgently recruited all the field workers who could be transferred from several nearby provinces and cities. Half of them went to arrest Yuedegong's disciples and grandchildren, and the rest gathered in the witch man's tomb and sealed off the entire area.
They had to investigate the scene as soon as possible, deal with the dangerous witch-human relics, ensure that no safety hazard would be left here when someone came again, and most importantly - find the bronze coffin that was shaken underwater.
It was another demon awakened by the gloomy sacrificial rites, even weirder than the previous one, and his mental state was still unstable. Thinking about it, it was horrifying.
First of all, the gloomy sacrificial text is not a bad street thing. Even the top-secret file of the Alien Control Bureau has only a few words, and even Dr. Wang has only a half-knowledge. Then Bi Chunsheng, mustache Ji Qingchen, and the others did not wake up when they were adults. Yes, they are scumbags and tomb robbers. Where did they come into contact with this kind of thing
As for the so-called "shaman clan", or the one who appeared in Chiyuan before, apart from being extremely dangerous, their origins are also a mystery. If the gloomy sacrificial text was manipulated by someone from behind, then this person is definitely qualified to be a doctoral supervisor in the Department of Archeology.
Everyone in the Different Control Bureau was puzzled - how did he know where these big monsters were buried
But now the most terrible problem is that according to Xuan Ji's description, the on-site investigation team has calculated the location where the bronze coffin might have rolled down. Xiao Zheng has led people to search the vicinity eight times, but he didn't even find a piece of copper rust!
"Are you sure?" Xiao Zheng held up the phone, stepping over the rubble and bones, "I'm near the ruins of the stone platform, and there are traces of sacrificial rites on the rubble, but what about the coffin? "
"It should be," Xuan Ji said inarticulately, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "why do you look for it?"
"Should" forget it, but also "right"! This irresponsible bastard, who is the logistics!
Xiao Zheng is about to get him out of training now, and when he heard this guy's voice, he wished he could turn into a spray gun: "Did I lose a bunch of keys and a cell phone now? You..."
"Director Xiao!" Suddenly, a field worker not far away raised the searchlight in his hand, "Look quickly!"
The field office of the Alien Control Bureau is equipped with "fourth-generation searchlights" - the size of a household flashlight, which can emit a soft white beam of light. If it encounters an object with abnormal energy, the light will turn from white to red. This thing is quite sensitive. It is said that Looking down from the ground, one can detect a mutated grass 100 meters below the ground.
When Xiao Zheng looked up, he saw the beams of several searchlights concentrated on an open space. Under the white light, there was a rectangle on the ground that suddenly turned blood red. Judging by its size, it was just like a coffin.
"Is this the imprint left by the coffin?" The field worker with the lantern leaned over, "But Director, this is wrong!"
This is of course wrong. The "light search" is to detect abnormal energy reactions. Even if the bronze coffin is a ball of fire, it should be cold after being moved away for a long time. How could it be this color
Moreover, for such a large bronze coffin, no matter it was washed away by water or moved by someone, there should always be some traces of dragging on the ground, which is too neat and square.
"Be careful, there may be something on the ground."
As soon as Xiao Zheng finished speaking, the dark clouds on the top of the mountain were just blown away by the wind, the faint moonlight leaked from the gaps in the clouds, and landed on the coffin seal impartially. Bai Wu, the field staff retreated two meters collectively.
I saw that the white mist looked like dry ice sprayed on the stage at first, and then more water vapor was stirred in, and the texture became thicker. After a while, the white mist began to condense the images of people and things.
Like a three-dimensional sand painting.
The white mist first condensed into the shape of a coffin, which closely matched the traces on the ground. Then, more white mist gathered beside the "coffin", forming a human-shaped shadow.
"There are also sound effects!"
"Shh... what is this talking about? It can't be the shaman language mentioned by Director Xuan, right?"
The white shadow was lying on the coffin, chanting an unknown language, the voice hovered in the lingering mist, it made people get goosebumps, it was getting higher and higher, and it was getting sharper, although I couldn't understand the content, but There seemed to be a great deal of anger in it.
When the sound was about to crack, the coffin suddenly fell apart, and the figure disappeared, revealing another human figure condensed in white mist—from the silhouette, it can be seen that this person has long hair and a bulging forehead, as if wearing a small mask. It is the A Luo Jin that Xuan Ji described.
It turned out that the coffin was so empty, no wonder there were no traces on the ground!
The field staff of the Alien Control Bureau were collectively dumbfounded: "Is the scene of the fraudulent corpse?"
Aluojin, who was condensed from the white mist, raised his head and seemed to be facing the direction of the witch man's grave. Suddenly, he made a posture of looking up to the sky and screaming, but he didn't make a sound, and then rose into the sky.
All the field staff were stunned at first, and then remembered that Aluojin should have been underwater at that time. He could not fly, but swam up. Of course, people can't roar in the water.
But... how could the white shadow who awakened the big devil just now make a sound
Before Xiao Zheng and the others figured it out, they saw that the white figure representing Aluojin seemed to have reached the surface of the water and flew away—to the direction of downtown Dongchuan!
At the same time, the white mist spiraled down and fell back to the ground. After stirring for a while, it once again condensed the culprit who awakened the big devil.
I saw that white shadow standing at the place where the bronze coffin was originally placed, standing in a leisurely posture, with his hands folded in front of his chest, as if waiting for something, staring at the field staff.
Xiao Zheng turned his head suddenly: "Did anyone take a picture of the scene just now?"
Several field workers raised their mobile phones in response—it can be seen that taking pictures and videos has become a small group of people's instinctive reactions when encountering emergencies.
"Give it to me." Xiao Zheng picked the one with the clearest photographs, sent it to Dr. Wang at the headquarters, and then forwarded it to Xuan Ji, asking him, "What did you do? What is this?"
Dr. Wang was on standby at the headquarters. After receiving the video, the old man quickly called.
"It's called 'image development'," Dr. Wang said in a long, old-fashioned voice, "it's an ancient technology, and the ancients often used it to prevent theft. The person who performed the operation left a 'mark' in advance, and then For a period of time, everything that happened near that mark could be 'visualized' - what you just saw. Like that... what is it called? Oh, a camera! Not many people know this now, this The requirements for the performer are particularly high, which cannot be met by ordinary 'special abilities', besides, can't the telephone be able to record video now... "
Before Dr. Wang finished speaking, the area of the fog began to expand, covering half of the mountain. Then, there were noisy voices from the edge, and helicopters and cranes condensed in the white mist, and then teams and teams people.
"It's us," Xiao Zheng said softly, "We just arrived here."
"Wait, that is to say, we are cleaning up the scene at the side, this... this..." Another field agent pointed to the white shadow standing with arms folded, and said in horror, "I don't know if it's a human or a ghost... just watch from the side With us?!"
A chill passed by, and the field staff collectively tensed their backs. At this moment, a group of white mist people who should represent a certain field staff came over, and came to the side of the white shadow that awakened Aluojin , Bai Ying said in Mandarin familiarly: "You are here."
The unidentified field agent didn't make a sound, but just stretched out a hand towards Bai Ying vaguely, Bai Ying flashed, and sank into the body of the field agent, and the two figures merged into one!
"No... what do these mean?"
Xiao Zheng's face turned pale, and he said word by word: "It means that the culprit who used the gloomy sacrificial oration to cause trouble is attached to one of us!"
Xuan Ji simultaneously received the video sent back by Xiao Zheng at the scene. After watching it, he casually twisted the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, with a very strange look on his face, as if he was a little annoyed and mocked himself: "I said Woolen cloth."
He didn't know where he was wrong. He thought that Sheng Lingyuan was "unwilling" to destroy A Luojin's body, and he just nailed the enchanted witch patriarch back into the coffin.
Shit, why is his old man reluctant
The witch family is like passing water, and they can't be resurrected after death. What kind of corpse are they pretending to protect? How could the old devil have such sentimentality as an ordinary person
Sheng Lingyuan clearly calculated correctly, the people who used the gloomy sacrificial oracle saw that he "couldn't bear" to destroy A Luojin's body, and when they left, they would definitely be unable to hold back and make another small move.
After all, who would be willing to give up the power of the witch race
A gust of night wind blew, and Xuan Ji's half-dried hair was rolled up, and a scent of flowers wafted in the wind—too sweet, with a faint smell of rancidity.
"Hanging the coffin to vomit blood, I actually thought he was sad. Tsk, what did I think? This is fucking sentimental." Xuan Ji sneered, put his pockets in, turned around - there was a viaduct not far away, a The thin figure stood on the street lamp on the bridge like a kite, his line of sight was exactly at the same level as Xuan Ji's... There was a terrible blood hole between the delicate eyebrows.
Alozin is just a bait.
"I'm also bait." Xuan Ji sighed almost inaudibly—thinking about it, Aluojin was nailed into the coffin again, and the resentment in his heart must have exploded, and he would definitely follow their tracks to find him.
Those who make gloomy sacrificial rites behind the scenes will most likely be mixed in the field team of the Different Control Bureau, otherwise they will not be so familiar with the inside story of the Different Control Bureau. Knowing that they are going back to Dongchuan City to rest, the mastermind behind the scenes will relax their vigilance.
It was also intentional that Sheng Lingyuan suddenly flipped through his memory just now, just to drive him away.
He carries Lihuo on his shoulders to fight against all evils. He stands by the side of the road in the middle of the night, which is equivalent to a conspicuous fire.
In this way, on the one hand, Sheng Lingyuan can free up his hands to deal with the gloomy sacrifice behind the scenes, and on the other hand, having him restrain Aluojin can make Aluojin temporarily forget about harming the world.
"I also left me with a glorious and arduous task." Xuan Ji gritted her teeth in her heart, "Okay, I only know what 'everything is done' today."
"I've made it clear, Patriarch, I'm really not that Danli." Xuan Ji spread his hands towards A Luojin, helpless, "Look at my face full of collagen, I look so old Is it?"
Unmoved, Aluojin looked at him coldly.
It is said that a person who is obsessed with a thought will no longer be the original person in his body, and he will become a walking dead driven by that "idea".
Xuan Ji didn't know what was going on with this kind of demon who had been hacked into pieces by his clan's evil curse and watched his clansmen be wiped out in the fire. Aluojin obviously has a memory, and it stands to reason that he should have preserved some of his thoughts as a human being, but the way of thinking after becoming a demon cannot be measured by common sense.
Xuan Ji only hoped that he could be logical and reasonable.
"Of course, if you want to form an 'anti-fraud' alliance with me, I welcome it," Xuan Ji said, "We are both victims, so we do have something to talk about..."
"Suzaku." Aluojin spit out the old saying of the human race in a straight voice, and the voice swept across the street along the cool night, and poured into Xuan Ji's ears, "Your body... like him, has the smell of the Suzaku clan. "