Time back ten minutes ago, the monitoring room.
The boss snorted, turned off the live broadcast room without a word, got up and said, "Something dares to make trouble on my site, I'll come when I go."
He came to the empty women's toilet, saw the mirror painted in Sanskrit and the huge number 1071, and laughed in anger: "My dear, if you dare to make a new spell on me, I have to cut off their heads. "
The Hundred Eyes Girl followed and saw the familiar Sanskrit words, her head began to shake stiffly, and the closed eyes on her neck cracked open: "The psychic... It's the psychic spell, it's the Asuras, they Still looking for the old Allahabad, they found the town - I'm going to kill this rubbish!!"
There was a loud 'crackling' sound, and nearly a thousand pairs of eyes on the Hundred-eyed Girl opened their eyes. The eyes were bloodshot, and the eyeballs turned blood red full of hatred.
The boss shouted, "Calm down!"
Immediately drink a hundred eyes girl.
Baimu Nu reluctantly regained her composure: "Why did they drag Room 1071 into it?"
Boss: "First go and notify everyone inside to come out."
Turning around, she suddenly saw Ding Baiqing appearing at the door at an unknown time. The hundred-eyed girl was stunned when she saw Ding Baiqing, her first reaction was 'male'? The second reaction was 'not quite right, smells terror'.
But she didn't have time to think about it at all, so she saw Ding Yiqing looking thoughtfully in the mirror and said, "It turned out that you were hiding in Kushinaro."
The boss frowned: "Could it be that you have been looking for Weizhen? You should know how ridiculous the legend of the so-called longevity serum is—"
"I know it's true, and I also know that it is the treasure that made King Asura evolve into a god." Ding Baiqing interrupted the boss in a low voice, and the strange silver and black eyes passed through the hundred-eyed girl and fell on the boss.
"Otherwise, why would I come to you?"
The boss immediately alerted: "Ding Baiqing, what the hell have you become?"
Ding Yiqing looked at him quietly, then suddenly flashed to the boss's side, raised his hand and gently pressed on his shoulder, the boss's eyes suddenly darkened and he passed out.
The hundred-eyed girl was stiff and didn't dare to move.
After the boss passed out, Ding Baiqing did not hide the terrifying aura on him at all, and the girl couldn't move, and she had an astonishing guess in her heart that the true identity of the person in front of her... was a god!
"Take care of your boss. When he wakes up, let him go to Pingxi Village to vent his anger."
The Hundred Eyes Girl gathered up her courage and asked, "You... do you want to kill Cen Jin?"
Ding Baiqing suddenly turned to look at her, as if the two interlocking pupils finally reflected a little strange figure, and said softly, "How could...? Isn't he the one who can make you become Buddhas?"
Baimu Nu blurted out: "How do you know?"
Ding Baiqing looked at her quietly and did not speak.
A white light flashed in Baimu Nu's mind: "The boss said that in the strange incident of the birth of the Queen Mother of Western Qianchuan, there was a three-thousand-year-old prophet who made great contributions. He also guessed that the prophet was the way he told him how to redeem us based on the characteristics published on the forum. ...Could it be that you arranged it?"
Ding Baiqing smiled, as if acquiesced.
Baimu Nu asked cautiously, "Why did you do this? Are you trying to calculate Cen Jin? He is just an ordinary person, so what is worth calculating."
Ding Baiqing: "You remember his name."
Hundred-eyed girl: "It's not difficult to remember."
She felt that after saying these words, the big guy in front of her seemed to be in a turbulent moment, as if she was in the middle of the sea, facing the 100-meter-high waves alone, and almost drowned in endless fear.
Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, and the boss quickly turned around and left.
But after the other party walked away, she seemed to hear the god's sigh, and quickly shook her head, thinking it was all her own hallucination.
Cen Jin was dragged into a different dimension by a collar. Looking around, he found that he was in a closed space with black and red flowing liquid. He turned his head and looked at Ding Baiqing.
"I don't sell it."
Ding Baiqing pinched a piece of soft meat on the back of Cen Jin's neck and said, "It's not open today. Let me tell you something good."
Cen Jin: "Anything good will come to me?"
Ding Yiqing smiled at him: "Which good thing did I miss you?"
Cen Jin smiled reluctantly, just to give face.
Ding Baiqing: "Do you know Weizhen?"
Cen Jin: "I don't know."
Ding Baiqing: "Have you heard of the Four Holy Lands of Brahmanism and the Four Holy Lands of Buddhism?"
I've heard this, but I can't remember a long list of names.
Cen Jin nodded, opened the hand that was holding the soft flesh on the back of his neck, and then threw it away with force, his palm hurt, and a red mark was drawn by the messy and ugly silver ornament on Ding Baiqing's wrist.
The first time I saw Ding Baiqing, he had a red rope stuck between his radius bones, and a very ugly silver ornament was hanging on the red rope. I haven't seen him wear it since then, but I didn't expect to wear it again today.
It's really ugly. Sure enough, there is no perfection, and Ding Yiqing's aesthetics are abnormal.
Cen Jin was expressionless and complained inwardly.
Ding Baiqing: "The town of Wei is an unknown town in Bharat Allahabad. It was probably in the seventh century. A sage speculated that the town was the place where the longevity slurry was rumored to drip, so many people flocked to it and scrambled to snatch it. Longevity serum, causing a lot of bloodshed, and even directly destroying the entire town.
Since then, every few hundred years, the strange town will reappear with the longevity slurry. The most recent time was fifteen years ago, in a small town deviated from the city center in the Lion City. Cults, including Brahmanism and Buddhism, and voodoo, poured into the town like crazy.
At that time, the agency temporarily formed two special attack teams, with a total of 19 people, all of whom died in Wei Town without exception. "
Cen Jin: "Then what?"
Ding Baiqing: "No more. According to some sporadic audios, it is probably inferred that the two special attack teams encountered strange and cults jointly besieged, and finally decided to cooperate with Buddhist monks, using incantation to send more than half of the ordinary people, and then disappeared with the strange town. "
After a pause, he added: "But now I know where Wei Town was sent."
Cen Jin: "Where?"
Ding Baiqing: "Kushinaro."
The place where Shakyamuni passed away
Ding Baiqing dragged Cen Jin's wrist and walked towards the black-red vortex, and said as he walked, "Look for the longevity serum."
Cen Jin tried his best to break free: "Thank you, I'm not interested in longevity."
Ding Yiqing: "Getting the longevity serum doesn't mean longevity, you can exchange it for other things." He looked back at Cen Jin, with a crazy undercurrent in his eyes: "Exchange goods for goods, exchange equivalents for equivalent requirements, you need it."
Ding Baiqing raised his hand to fiddle with Cen Jinji's yellow hair, put on a gentle and calm tone and said, "The hair is a little long."
Cen Jin turned his head away and looked at Ding Yiqing vigilantly: "Do I have to go?"
Ding Baiqing: "Yes."
Cen Jin: "Not yet?"
Ding Yiqing: "Here it is. Don't you scold me?"
Cen Jin: "Are you sick?"
Ding Yiqing laughed when he heard the words, and Cen Jin frowned.
The next moment, he was standing in a green field, wearing a white shirt and washed-white jeans, with a lesson plan in his hand. After casually looking at it, he realized that he was also an art teacher.
There is a church behind the green field, the road in front, and the red fence that is two meters high on the opposite side. There is a small gate not far away, and you can come and go freely. A little further away was a vast green field, and there were more lively voices. Cen Jin guessed that they were contacting javelin throwing.
He looked down at the green field, his toes gently pushed the lawn, and saw a thick layer of white lime fragments at the roots of the grass, his heart couldn't help, why did the stories appear in the strange town? !
Cen Jin suddenly thought of something and ran forward abruptly, just as he ran out of the green field on his front foot, a javelin on his back foot was fixedly inserted into the grass, three inches off the ground, the tail of the gun was still shaking, making a humming sound.
He subconsciously looked at the grass, there was no volleyball, and no students came out of the gate behind, but there were a few students on the opposite side of the school wall watching, pointing and biting each other's ears while laughing.
Although he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Cen Jin didn't like it.
At this time, a student ran over from the greenery on the other side, pulled out the javelin, and said regretfully, "Why didn't you pierce anyone this time?"
Cen Jin had goose bumps all over his body, his anger couldn't stop rising, and he stared at the student coldly.
When the student saw Cen Jin, he greeted him casually: "Mr. Huang, good afternoon, are you coming to this dilapidated church again?" He ran over and said in Cen Jin's ear, "Hee hee, the pastor inside is a lunatic and a murderer. Be careful not to get caught, teacher."
Cen Jin leaned back in disgust, feeling that the back of his hand was gently hooked by his fingers two or three times, and looked at the high school student in surprise.
"Mr. Huang, I recently found an old hall with a unique style. When I passed by, I saw a Ukiyo-e hanging in the lobby. Do you want to see it?" The student seemed to have sugar soaked in oil in his throat, and continued to output: "No one lives in that house."
Cen Jin lowered his eyes, clenched his fists, and had an uneasy impulse.
He thought indifferently, anyway, the name is 'weizhen', so let's slaughter it on the spot.
This idiot has no right to stay in Kusinara.
Just when he couldn't control his violent emotions, the church door opened with a 'squeak', and a cough followed by a weak voice that was deliberately lowered: "Don't swear at my door."
Cen Jin's heart moved, and his eyes quickly turned to the shadow of the back door of the church with a figure in a priest's robe. Is this the priest
He felt a little strange. In the story meeting, the identity card he got was the pastor's lover, the kind of cheating, and in the story he made up, the pastor was obviously a pervert with abnormal psychology and thinking.
It seems that the force value is also high
trouble.
The student who teased Huang Mao just now quickly showed his weakness, raised his hands stiffly and smiled: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!" After that, he ran fast with the javelin in his hand.
Pastor: "Don't get out yet?"
The artillery fire was directed at Huangmao.
Cen Jin narrowed his eyes and lifted the yellow hair that covered his eyes, thinking that his hair was indeed a little longer.
The priest snorted coldly and closed the door.
Just as the door was about to close, Cen Jin asked calmly, "Ding Baiqing, is that you?"
The action of closing the door came to an abrupt end, leaving a gap, and a familiar gentle humming came out: "Mr. Huang, the market is good."
The yellow hair visibly pulled down his face, like a walking refrigerator under the high temperature of dog days.
Ding Yiqing didn't know what restraint was, and continued to laugh through the door: "Mr. Huang, do you know what it means to be apex? The words I learned recently are lovers and lovers. Teacher Huang, do you want to come into the church and have a look? Are you wondering who the pastor's lover is?"
Huang Mao is as calm as staying in an air-conditioned room, and there are quite a lot of winds and mountains.
"Oh, I forgot." Ding Baiqing said lightly, "It's you."
Yellow Hair: Pinch the mother and the dog.
The author has something to say: The mysterious priest in the story is about to appear-
Qingqing (facial paralysis): Killed.
In the comments in the last chapter, so many people think that Lao Ding has been ntr (just kidding), and they are too underestimated by Qingqing.
(The story will indeed be related to Huang Mao, but the story here will be irrelevant, it can only be said that there is some involvement.)
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