Wang Ze tried his best, but he only had time to enclose his own people and the suspect in the air bubbles, and then he was washed away by the tide of electric current.
In the huge waves, a little carp struggled like a joke, there was almost no waves, he drifted with the waves dizzily, not knowing where he was going to be washed. It wasn't until the air bubbles on his body touched something and flicked him lightly that the air bubbles seemed to be fixed by something and stopped rolling.
When people who survived the catastrophe were able to open their eyes again, they found that the bubbles were "hung" by a thin layer of ice. There is an arm's length between the grids, or a distance of more than ten meters.
The thick clouds dispersed, and the starlight and moonlight fell aimlessly. Xuan Ji turned her head and saw Sheng Lingyuan.
When the thunder struck, they happened to be together, and they were only a few steps away at this time, as if they could touch each other with their hands. Xuan Ji subconsciously stretched out her hand towards him, and the air bubbles wrapped around him changed with his movements. Shapeless, limply isolating his fingers from the ice.
Xuan Ji froze for a moment, staring blankly at her hands.
He couldn't find anyone else, because the ice might have been frozen layer by layer, and it wasn't very transparent, so he could barely see nearby things. The sound of the surrounding water "gurgling" back and forth was transmitted through the ice layer, but it seemed quieter instead.
It seemed like there were only the two of them left in the world.
Xuan Ji's brain had been in a state of boiling since entering this sea area. At this moment, it finally cooled down a little, and he was able to take a short breath to sort out his chaotic memories and equally chaotic emotions.
The soul turned into a sword, and the body of the sword was broken... That was different from the inherited memory.
Inherited memory is closer to "semantic memory", similar to knowledge transfer. But those things that suddenly appeared in his mind belonged to "episodic memory", the pain of sealing the soul, the pain of being torn apart... It seemed that it was still flowing in his bones, and it stood out because of the extreme silence. He took a breath, The concept of time is blurred.
He thought, "Who the hell am I?"
There are a lot of bits and pieces in the Chiyuan Altar, and the "inheritance" and rags left by more than 30 generations of fire keepers are all inside, but they are all external things. Only two of them are the most important, one is the natal sword, and the other is the holy fire ring.
The natal sword was stuck in his back from the day he saw the light of day, but the holy fire ring was broken every generation, and every generation had to have a new one. Those ghost knights said that the "holy fire ring" was to protect He sealed part of his memory... From this point of view, the holy fire ring is not like an inherited thing, but rather a spell, a curse or something.
The face of the ring is broken, and the things it seals are broken out of the stone, until they are regenerated, and those memories are sealed again, making the "new fire keeper" become a fool who has no past, no past, and doesn't take anything to heart.
Is the Fire Keeper who rotates between life and death in the depths of Chiyuan really the "ancestor"
Or... only one person since ancient times
Guarding a sword made of bones, caring about a person who will never come back, in the silent Chiyuan Canyon, with a pool of ashes as companions.
As soon as this idea came up, the boundless desolation and loneliness almost swallowed him up.
At that moment, Xuan Ji suddenly understood.
He always thought that the fire keepers of all ages died in order to quell the turbulent Chiyuan fire. He only regarded it as "unfortunate family" and was born in a perverted family. Everyone in this family is like a psychopath. When encountering something, he doesn't want to come out and solve the problem, so he knows to treat himself as a living sacrifice... It turns out that this is a self-deceiving lie .
The truth is just the opposite: because of the chaotic times or the flames of war, Chiyuan is in turmoil, and the Fire Keeper gets involved every time, and when he uses his power, he shatters the memory seal he has added to himself—that is, the ring, which is in the world , but the heart fell back to purgatory.
He is the sword spirit of the Heavenly Demon relying on the Suzaku bone, because he is the last descendant of the divine bird Suzaku, connected with flesh and blood to those Suzaku who died in vain.
He nirvana again and again, in fact, it is not the "Fire Keeper" who lives and dies alternately, but this ring that seals everything. With all the previous dust inside, he thought that he was a brand new life. But the ring is too fragile, and it will be broken at the slightest sign of trouble.
Probably because... people shouldn't deceive themselves like this, after all, fire can't be contained in paper.
Sheng Lingyuan was a little overdrawn just now, and lost consciousness for a short time. At this moment, a wave hit the ice, and he was awakened by the shock. He opened his eyes just in time to meet Xuanji's gaze.
That gaze seemed to be heavier than ten thousand feet of sea water, pressing over from the air, making him breathless for a while, and it gave him a very familiar feeling.
No, this is not the only thing I am familiar with, but also his pair of wings that can catch fire, his accent when he speaks Yayin, the tone when he is called by his name, shark language, and...
There was a "hum" in Sheng Lingyuan's mind, as if a hundred thousand steel needles had pierced his brain at the same time, and his fingers unconsciously grabbed the air bubbles that wrapped him.
Wang Dui's bubble that could withstand the pressure of the deep sea was smashed by him, and Sheng Lingyuan fell directly into the empty ice tray.
"Lingyuan, what's wrong with you?" A human voice came from the ice, it sounded different from usual, "Lingyuan!"
I don't know what kind of trick this is, every time the man calls him, the word "Lingyuan" will be sawed in his mind, and he can't resist. Sheng Lingyuan's trembling hands grabbed into his hair, and slammed into the thick ice next to him. The ice layer made a crisp sound and cracked.
Sheng Lingyuan bumped into the ice continuously as if he didn't feel any pain, and blood flowed down his forehead.
The waves passed by, and the "iceberg" surfaced like a submarine, splitting from the middle—
Yuyang City is a peaceful and idle place. The branch of the Alien Control Bureau here is also called a "nursing home". Since its establishment, from the field to the logistics, everyone has lived a fairy life from nine to four, coming and going without clocking in. , I have never heard of what is called "overtime".
Occasionally catching a few small groups engaged in feudal superstition activities can be regarded as a major case that needs to be capitalized and featured in the year-end summary.
They had won the big prize that day, from top to bottom, they collectively worked overtime all night.
When the abnormal energy alarm sounded, the field manager of the Yuyang branch thought it was her bastard husband sneaking a cigarette in the kitchen again, which irritated the smoke alarm, and ran out cursingly with the mask on, scaring the mask to pieces— Her house happened to be a "first-line sea view room", and the back balcony faced the sea. It was a day when the tide was low, but the sea level rose for no reason.
The water droplets moved slowly, forming a human face.
Haunted!
The person in charge of the field service was furious, haunted and haunted my mother's house, do you have eyes? She was about to tuck up her sleeves for a while. This is He Fangsheng, when the human face said to her: "Is it... Du Chu from the Yuyang Branch? I am Wang Ze, the Fengshen, and I am asking for emergency support."
Du Chu: "Huh?"
The face disappeared, and the water droplets quickly condensed into a coordinate, followed by three crooked letters—SOS.
Ambulances and rescue boats were dispatched quickly. Du Chu took off the mask and ran to the scene in person.
"Come here for some first aid, there is a seriously injured person!"
"What's under this ice floe? So many sword wrecks... Damn, charred corpses!"
"Is there an ancient cemetery in this sea?"
"Fuck, what's going on with this one? Why is there so much blood... Sir, let me see if you let go, let go!"
Xuan Ji woke up like a dream, and was dragged away hurriedly. Watching the emergency personnel carry Sheng Lingyuan onto the stretcher, she subconsciously followed, and was held down again: "Are you injured? Are you sure it's not your own?" Blood? The clothes on the back are burnt, we need to check first... "
The medical emergency personnel are all special field workers inside the Alien Control Bureau, and they are also equipped with abnormal energy monitors. At this moment, the abnormal energy monitor on his body suddenly flashed.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Something invisible floated into Xuan Ji's temple, he shook and knelt down.
"Your Majesty," in a trance, Xuan Ji saw several servants entering the bedroom respectfully holding two clay pots each, "the newly baked 'Scary Soul'."
This is Duling Palace, Xuan Ji recognized it.
What is the shock
"Yeah." One hand lifted the bed curtain, "Bring it here."
The servants didn't dare to show their anger, they filed in, put the clay pots in front of the Emperor's bed, and then quickly exited - no one was kept in the inner palace of Emperor Wudi's palace, it has been an old rule for many years, and the closest servants have to be outside Waiting for the order.
Sheng Lingyuan opened a clay pot, and saw some strange leaves inside, on which round characters were burned with some secret method, which was in the language of witches.
Xuan Ji remembered that Sheng Lingyuan had told him that "Scary Soul" is a curse of the shaman tribe, which can arouse the most fearful thing in the heart of the heart - that brat A Luojin was hanged up and beaten by his father when he was a child, because he stole The great sage's shock was placed under Sheng Lingyuan's pillow.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't put the scaring spell under his pillow, he lifted the cover of the incense burner beside the bed.
The censer was specially made, let alone the censer, you couldn’t tell it at all—because it was about the size of a washbasin, and it wasn’t exquisite at all. If you don’t know it, you can think that His Majesty set up a big pot by the bedside, and woke up from hunger in the middle of the night. Spread out a pancake or something.
Then Sheng Lingyuan poured a whole can of "Scary" into it.
Xuan Ji suddenly became nervous: "What are you going to do?"
Sheng Lingyuan couldn't see him, and without raising his eyelids, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the flames from the candles beside the bed floated down and fell into the incense burner.
"You don't want to kill you? Is this how the curse of the witch race is played?" Xuan Ji rushed forward, but his hand passed through the incense burner and Sheng Lingyuan, and the fire remained motionless, "Sheng Lingyuan!"
Sheng Lingyuan put the incense burner on the head of the bed without any surprise, took off his coat and lay down unhurriedly, obviously he was used to sleeping like this.
The frightened leaves in the incense burner curled slowly, emitting frightening white smoke, slowly enveloping the person on the bed and sinking into his seven orifices.
He looked like a fine corpse.
"that… "
Xuan Ji woke up suddenly and found himself lying on the hospital bed. He shook his head and looked around in a daze. He saw Sheng Lingyuan lying quietly on the opposite hospital bed with a needle inserted in the back of his hand.
Xuan Ji spit out the breath stuck in his chest, suppressed his beating heart, turned to look at the little field worker who woke him up next to him: "What's the matter?"
"Leader, may I ask, are you Director Xuan?" The field worker held up a mobile phone, "I'm looking for you on the phone number from the headquarters. I told you that you are resting, but..."
"Xiao Zheng?" Xuan Ji frowned, "It's okay, give it to me."
"What are you and Fengshenyi doing?" Director Xiao's vital capacity was still astonishing, "Didn't you tell me that you went home for a rest! Are you taking a rest or molesting the earth?"
Xuan Ji stood up, slowed down the infusion rate a bit, pulled the quilt for Sheng Lingyuan, strolled into the corridor, and lowered her voice: "I can't explain clearly in a few words, the suspect has been temporarily entrusted to the branch for detention, I will go back and write to you Report."
Xiao Zheng on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears: "What are you giving me? You... sorry who are you? Please help me find Xuan Ji, the head of the aftermath department at the headquarters."
"It's me," Xuan Ji took out a cigarette, and said vaguely, "You have to give me some time, let me make things up."
Xiao Zheng was exhausted: "...I'm already bald! What do you want me to do? Within three days, if you and Wang Ze don't come back and give me an explanation, you don't have to come back!"
"That won't work, my first month's salary..."
A busy tone came from the phone, and Xiao Zheng dropped the phone angrily.
"Turn your face at the mention of salary, this organization has no future." Xuan Ji shook the mobile phone at the small field worker next to him, "Let me use it, log in to the intranet."
After finishing speaking, he logged into the Lunei website, called up the "Full Responsibility Agreement" that he had closed before, signed it without even looking at it, and returned the phone when he was done: "Thank you."
The little field worker ran back and forth like the wind, and the door of the next ward squeaked. Wang Ze came out wearing a hospital gown, holding two cans of energy drinks in his hands, and handed them to Xuan with a tired face. A can.
"Is it better?" Xuan Ji said, "Stop drinking, go to rest, I'll just keep an eye on Team Yan if there's anything going on."
Wang Ze poked his head, looked at Sheng Lingyuan through the observation window on the door of the ward, and suddenly said, "I said, isn't he a sword spirit?"
Xuan Ji paused.
"Proficient in ancient Chinese, familiar with those child corpses, the secret of the Gaoshan people comes here as soon as they open their mouths, and knows everything..." Wang Ze counted with his fingers, "What was the trick he used when he finally captured the Gaoshan King? I have never seen it before. But, to tell you the truth, if I had pissed at that time, I would have been scared out of him. That's not a serious technique, is it?"
"It's in the shark language," Xuan Ji said, "The curse spoken in the shark language is a very serious forbidden technique."
"Then what is this?" Wang Ze asked after a moment of silence, "A confrontation between two demons?"
Before Xuan Ji could answer, he waved his hand again: "Your so-called 'Sword Spirit' doesn't listen to you at all, I even heard you call him 'Ling Yuan', Fengshenyi was the first to call for such a big Chi Yuan incident. Those under investigation, I have read the relevant materials carefully. It also records that when the big devil Chi Yuan appeared, the temperature of Chi Yuan dropped sharply, I feel that it is similar to the principle of his freezing sea water today."
Xuan Ji looked at him fixedly, with one hand behind her back, turning back and forth a coin that fell into her palm without knowing when: "So?"
"I... I don't want to inquire about anything else right now," Wang Ze's voice began to tremble, he cleared his throat, trying to stabilize his voice, "Since he can survive the backlash of the gloomy festival, then Zhichun..."
"It was his avatar that was backlashed by the gloomy sacrifice," Xuan Ji said softly, "Because...for some reason, his real body is my sword, so after the avatar died, it returned to me instead."
Wang Ze was stunned for a while, and the light in his eyes dimmed: "Oh... special circumstances."
Xuan Ji said: "He never planned to respond to Yin Ji. No matter who he is, you should be able to tell that he is on our side."
"I know," Wang Ze said inaudibly, "if it weren't for you, our Yan team might have died, we owe you a favor, don't worry, I don't ask about things you don't want to talk about, me and my people Shut up."
The coin in Xuan Ji's hand flashed, and she retracted it into her sleeve: "Thank you."
Wang Ze didn't seem to hear it, and walked out in a daze: "I'll go... I'll go and see Team Yan."
"Wait a minute," Xuan Ji hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stopped him, "About Zhichun, sword spirit is not completely impossible..."
Wang Ze turned his head abruptly, almost twisting his neck off his shoulders.
"But don't tell others," Xuan Ji said, "I'm not sure, the conditions are very harsh, don't let them be more hopeful and disappointed."