The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 28 The Village on the Mountain
Wei Yuan rummaged through the museum for a long time, and finally found a wooden box of the right size.

He took out a pair of black iron scissors with his backhand, first wrapped the scissors with a red cloth, and then carefully put them into the wooden box, took out the evil spirit talisman that Zhou Yi asked for, and stuck it directly on the wooden box. On, sealed the box, and finally dripped a drop of blood on the yellow talisman, forcibly injected the spirit to block it, and then let out a sigh of relief.

This iron scissors is the female object used by the bone girl to harm people.

From ancient times to the present, it is said that hundreds of people have been cut open by the scissors, and their skins have been peeled off. Until now, I don’t know how many lives were lost. Embroidered shoes are different, this is something that will really take the initiative to harm people.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to destroy this thing for the time being, and it felt a little unreliable to hand it over to Zhou Yi and the young man. After thinking about it, he still brought it back, relying on his own blood to suppress the evil things, and the death of the bone girl. Because of the fact of itself, the iron shears are pressed into the wooden box.

After thinking about it, he pasted the evil spirit talisman on the doors, windows and walls, and pasted a talisman on all sides of the house.

Only then did the Crouching Tiger waist card be taken out and pressed on the white paper.

With a low humming sound, the Shanjun file appeared again on the white paper.

The majestic lord and gods, the subordinate officials behind him, and the two lantern-carrying maids in front are all lifelike.

Only this time something changed.

Visible to the naked eye, the handmaiden with the lantern on the left side of the dossier suddenly showed a color and texture like white paper being burned by flames, lit up with pale gold, and then suddenly dimmed, fading from its original color, looking like this vivid and real Shanjun picture. Suddenly a piece of empty space, very inconsistent.

Under the dimmed maid, a line of official script appeared.

Tian's daughter, who painted her skin as strange, has been executed.

A bloody stroke crossed the line of official script, indicating the fate of this monster.

This time the painted skin is much stronger than the painted skin slaves he faced before, and the little devil who spied on Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan failed to get any merit. He looked at this file, and there was a guess in his heart, since it was Shanjun's maid, I am afraid that after killing several big monsters in this file, they will settle the bill together.

And it is extremely rich.

"...Shanjun, an official, the maid on the right."

Wei Yuan flicked his fingers from the file one by one.

He was a little curious. The record of the maid on the right was that she had been executed, but why does her portrait still exist on the file?

Doubts flashed in his heart, Wei Yuan drew his sword, slashed the dossier, and the spirituality on it slowly dissipated.

It wasn't until the breath on it dissipated that no ghosts would peep at it, and then I took off the talisman on the door and walked out.

Time to cook.

Chasing and killing painted skins all the way is exhausting.

The fierce battle is even more time-consuming, but it is extremely labor-intensive.

He was already starving.

While blanching the pork into pieces, I looked at the sofa in front of me.

A bunch of ghosts gathered in front to look at the computer.

Tack, tick, tick.

Among the group of ghosts, the pair of red embroidered shoes danced briskly on the keyboard, and then called up a video. Wei Yuan took the time to glance at it, and it turned out to be an acquaintance again, the eater with the surname Zhang, this time his fans are online and following The number of people, compared with before, has changed dramatically.

The table is still full of various meat dishes.

Still without a word, he devoured it.

Bite the Achilles tendon of the minced meat, grind the vegetables with the teeth, grind the bones into dregs, pick up a bowl as big as a basin, drink the food in it with the soup, then put down the basin forcefully, grab the greasy burnt The trotters continued to bite.

An emotion that does not require words, transmitted through a computer screen.

Fragrant, delicious!

hungry, so hungry!
The water ghost in front of the computer swallowed saliva that didn't exist.

strangeness……

Wei Yuan stopped his movements and looked at the man on the screen.

The body and limbs of the eater are still thin, and he still looks like the gentle man before, but his stomach is extremely bulging, his shirts are bulging on the ground, his limbs are thin, and his abdomen is swollen. Like never being satisfied, keep eating.

so hungry, so hungry.

so hungry! ! !

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"That's the way it is..."

Zhou Yi and Song Xinghuai, a young man from Longhu Mountain, stood respectfully, facing the screen, and recounted what happened today. This is a thousand-mile sound transmission that cannot be used by non-dao walkers in ancient times, the technique of taking pictures with Yuehua, and modern technology. Under the action, it is already a simple thing to do.

On the front screen is an old man, and a middle-aged Taoist with a sword on his back.

The Taoist frowned and said, "What do you think?"

"Xinghuai, say it."

Song Xinghuai hesitated when he heard the master calling him, and replied:

"The disciple naturally doesn't believe what the demon said, but that sentence has survived for a thousand years, and the fear in it does not seem to be fake. After that, the master of the Weiyuan Pavilion used my long-lost Xuanyuan sword art from the Tianshifu. The disciple sees it. Now, its moves and map records are almost the same, and when the sword is used, there is also the charm of dragon and tiger, so..."

The Taoist frowned and shook his head, scolding:

"absurd!"

"This... Master?"

"How can there be someone who is more than a thousand years old still alive? Pengzu in ancient times did not have his longevity."

"As for him dipping blood into a talisman, it can only be said that he has been deeply immersed in the talisman path along the way, and that Xuanyuan sword art, hum, I still have the sword art map in my Tianshi mansion, no one in the sect can't Use one or two ways? How do you know that he is using the Xuanyuan Sword Art's method of mobilization, not just that he has a deep knowledge of the way, and that a sword is powerful when he picks it up?"

"Dragon and Tiger Shen Yun, there are many exercises that can be accomplished in my Heavenly Master's Mansion, even with the vastness of Shenzhou, although my Heavenly Master's Mansion has lost the Xuanyuan Sword Art, but where is the hidden place of famous mountains and rivers, there are still not destroyed The copy that went away is also unknown."

"It's just a sword trick all the way, a lie in the mouth of the evildoer, and the heart of the Tao is disturbed. Do you really think that there is someone who is more than a thousand years old in Taoism? If so, then the painted skin girl is just a little monster that can be destroyed easily to him, where is it? Do you still need to use the Xuanyuan Sword Art?"

After asking again and again, Song Xinghuai was speechless, and in the end he could only bow his hands.

The Taoist shook his head and said, "I punish you to go back to the mountain for three months of seclusion after this incident."

"This... yes, the disciple respects life."

The old man next to him stroked his beard and said, "The matter of the master and the disciple is over, so let's talk about something serious."

"Zhou Yi, when the bone girl begged for mercy, she once said, there is also Hu Jun?"

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "Exactly."

The old man frowned for a long time, and said: "It seems that there is a tiger spirit on that mountain that has entered the divine way. No wonder there will be ghost-like monsters such as painted skin slaves. In the meantime, those violent firearms of the present day can also be useful."

"However, the location needs to be surveyed, so that the power is not too scattered, you can arrange this matter."

"Yes."

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It was bright in the morning, and there was still a little mist in the mountains.

A car was struggling on a rough mountain road and finally stopped.

Xuan Yi, a disciple of the Wei Ming School, and the three police officers got out of the car and looked at the morning mist in the mountains with a solemn expression. This is the closest mountain village to the newly emerging mountain range. Once the drone flies into the mountain, it will lose contact. In order to To survey the terrain, they can only come by themselves.

The morning mist in the mountains persists.

Xuan Yi and the others used the flashlight to move forward, but stopped after they had walked more than ten steps.

In the front, several men and women dressed in Ming Dynasty clothes stood quietly in the fog, not saying a word.

(End of this chapter)