The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 26 Night Road

Rune pen, yellow paper, cinnabar.

The best materials from the Tianshi Mansion were placed on the table one by one.

Wei Yuan burned the incense and Ningshen, dipped the talisman pen in cinnabar, recited the mantra silently in his heart, and walked the dragon and snake with the pen.

Ordinary people saw the dazzling spells and landed on the yellow paper in a blink of an eye.

Wei Yuan exhaled and put away the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman.

In one morning's work, I only drew five talismans, and I felt exhausted. Because the mana acquired by the superintendent of Sili's supernatural powers has also come to an end, his magic power is very good in the first generation of celestial masters. In Zhang Daoling's time, he was just a fire boy.

To be able to draw five effective talismans, the materials sent by Zhou Yi are good enough to avoid the loss of mana to the greatest extent. Otherwise, half of them will be useful, and Wei Yuan will have to burn high incense.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Wei Yuan took a talisman and shook his hand. Under the stimulation of mana, the talisman spontaneously ignited. Wei Yuan felt his five senses vibrate, and the world around him became clear in an instant. Colors, flavors, the flow of air, all under control.

In this state, as long as there are miscellaneous parts that are incompatible with the ordinary world, it will be extremely dazzling.

This is also the effect of the Thousand Mile Tracker.

For his Dao Xing, this spell has an effect range of ten miles and lasts about one stick of incense.

Wei Yuan looked around curiously, and his expression paused. In the south of the city, he could vaguely see a black suffocating energy that shot up to the sky. It was the place where Shanjun got out of trouble. But it can still be seen, showing its fierceness.

Wei Yuan's expression condensed slightly.

I don't know if Na Shanjun is still on the Crouching Tiger Mountain.

And, after getting out of trouble, what percentage of the mana is left.

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A stick of incense time passed.

One of the Thousand Mile Tracking Talismans was exhausted and turned into fly ash.

Wei Yuan put away the remaining spells and stuffed them into one side of a special pocket.

There are many small areas in the pocket, except for the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman passed down by the Crouching Tiger, as well as the basic talisman from the special action group, the talisman for killing and killing evil spirits, which can make ordinary people calm down. The An Xin Ning Rune that came down, as well as some medicinal pills with modern methods to extract the effect.

Wei Yuan felt emotional every time.

It is good to have the strength of the court behind it, and the family is rich and powerful.

If he were to draw all these talismans himself, he would have to use some mana, and he would be drawn to do it.

He took out the eight-faced Han sword and put it on his back, and pinned the broken sword, which resides in the soldier's soul, behind his waist.

Quietly wait for Zhou Yi's notification.

Early yesterday morning, Wei Yuan told Zhou Yi the news, and the portrait was also photographed and passed on. Although most of the ghosts are mysterious and unpredictable, it is still very simple to find someone with modern methods.

Comparing, screening, analyzing, these boring and huge workloads, the computer can complete in a short time, but how to accurately find the one who is targeted by Tian's female among similar-looking people is also a problem.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan walked to the museum in front and tapped a wooden box with his fingers.

Squeak.

The wooden box is opened.

A pair of gold-painted and red embroidered shoes were quietly placed inside, one of which was placed flat in the box, and the other with its toes raised, as if looking up and asking.

Wei Yuan thought for a while and said, "Want to listen to Qu'er?"

The red embroidered shoes danced a few times in the box, like an actress on the stage.

With a serious look, Wei Yuan laughed and said:

"If you want, do me a favor."

………………

Big data quickly found people who looked similar to the daughter of the Tian family more than a thousand years ago in the entire Quan city, or they had similar eyebrows, or face shapes. Among the 700 million people, they were three to five points similar to the daughter of the Tian family. Yes, there are dozens of people.

Wei Yuan sent the photo of the red embroidered shoes to Zhou Yi.

It is required that these dozen people must see this photo.

Previously, despite the great attraction of the Crouching Tiger Waist Card to demons, Wei Yuan just glanced at the red embroidered shoes in the Tieba photo, and was turned into a ghost by Wan Qiniang at night. The supernatural spirit remains in this pair of embroidered shoes.

People who have come into contact with this pair of embroidered shoes, or who have seen photos of embroidered shoes.

Within a certain range, there will be the possibility of being infected by dreams.

This is why Wei Yuan wants to keep this guy by his side.

And when the scope is expanded, the red embroidered shoes can also sense whether the person being targeted by them is being watched maliciously by other people. Of course, if they really want to face the painted skin, these red embroidered shoes have no resistance.

But Wei Yuan just wanted to take advantage of this feature to target the subcutaneous sleeves.

In the tactful sound of the opera, the red embroidered shoes suddenly kicked Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

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Shen Wenlei closed her laptop and rubbed her eyebrows.

Picking up the cup, I wanted to take a sip of coffee, but found that it had already been drunk.

She was alone in the office.

In the dark and cold city, the lights in this office faintly seem to be engulfed at any time.

She is a reporter.

Investigating the disappearance case five years ago, but many clues were fragmented, and colleagues around her also persuaded her not to investigate this hopeless matter, but she couldn't forget the old faces of her parents.

Uneasy conscience.

Some people say that journalists do not need a conscience, while others say that journalists must firmly guard their conscience.

She glanced at the bright smiling girl in the file on the computer, sighed, and turned off the computer.

Her face was reflected on the darkened screen.

The skin is fair, the corners of the eyes are slightly warped, and there is a beauty mole on the corner of the eye.

Shen Wenlei packed her things and left the office.

She lives a little on the edge of Quanshi City, but it's not too far away. It's just a little late today, and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. When turning into an alley, it's even more so. There is no front or back. People, extraordinarily quiet, only the sound of her footsteps can be heard.

Shen Wenlei was immersed in the disappearance case and didn't care about it.

But she soon felt that something was wrong.

tread, tread, tread...

The footsteps of a second person came from behind.

Maybe the same way.

Shen Wenlei told herself calmly in her heart.

But no matter how calm she was, she was still a girl in her 20s. Walking alone on the night road, she was still a little nervous. She grabbed her backpack and subconsciously quickened her pace.

tread, tread, tread...

The footsteps behind were slow.

But he kept following behind her.

Time seems to be getting slower and slower, and the road that was not long can never be finished.

In the cramped environment, the fear gradually increased.

Shen Wenlei suddenly recalled the missing girl in her mind. Thinking of the beginning and end of the case, cold sweat broke out from her palms, and she began to feel scared. She walked forward quickly, but the footsteps suddenly accelerated. Shen Wenlei's face was pale, and her palms Grabbing the backpack tightly, he started to jog towards the bright light in front of him.

The footsteps suddenly accelerated.

Shen Wenlei was extremely glad that she was wearing sneakers, and this alley was not too long.

She finally ran to the entrance of the alley and walked to a bright place. She heard human voices talking in her ears. It was noisy, but she was relieved. Then, without thinking much, she looked back subconsciously.

The alley was quiet and empty, with nothing at all.

nobody?
Shen Wenlei exhaled and turned around with doubt and ease.

Then the blood clots instantly.

A face almost on her body, grinning.

"Little girl, I want to borrow something from you..."

Shen Wenlei's blood was cold, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her in an instant. She wanted to scream for help, but at this time, she couldn't even open her mouth or move her fingers.

Tack, tick, tick.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came from behind.

Suddenly, the environment around Shen Wenlei changed dramatically, as if she was stretched, or she was squinting from the car to look at the rapidly flashing lights outside, and each light was pulled into a colorful ribbon. Then she suddenly found that she was still in that empty alley.

There is still more than 100 meters of road ahead.

And he just turned his head, five steps ahead, a woman looking at herself with scissors in her hand.

The scissors dripped blood.

But the woman no longer looked at the prey Shen Wenlei, but looked to the side.

So Shen Wenlei also looked over subconsciously.

Tack, tick, tick.

Light footsteps.

A pair of red embroidered shoes danced under the moonlight, like a dancing girl, while the young man in black leaned against the wall, with a long sword behind him, and an An Xin Ning talisman in his hand slowly burned to ashes, his voice was quiet:

"Ghosts hit the wall, ghosts cover their eyes."

"There are three lamps on a person, don't look back when walking at night."

"Remember later."

The skinny woman holding the scissors stared at the sword behind Wei Yuan, with a look of alertness on her face.

Immediately, she rushed towards Shen Wenlei, whose hands and feet were weakened by fear.

The sword is no more than three feet long, it is too late.

A crisp and low roar, as well as a sudden explosion of fire, appeared in this alley at the same time.

The bone girl suddenly stagnated in the air, losing her original direction.

There was a stunned look on that face, and then there were bullet holes.

In the other direction, Zhou Yi, dressed in a suit and with sharp short hair, threw away the empty magazine and replaced it neatly with a new one.

Chinese-made QSZ11 portable firearms.

"What are you waiting for?"

Wei Yuan was stunned, and immediately shook his head and smiled.

My lord, times have changed.

With a certain expression on his face, he pulled out the eight-faced Han sword behind his back and threw himself on it.

Xuanyuan Sword Art, ghost-killing style.

PS: Thank you for a small person passing by. It's just a reward, thank you~
(End of this chapter)