The world is like a fire hell, and those with deep love are unforgivable for sins - Preface.

Sheng Lingyuan wandered in the city of Dongchuan for a long time, walked along the square in front of the hotel, and walked all the way to the inland river in Dongchuan. In the evening, the boat was like a cruise ship in the river, and the boat was blocked like a dock, and there were still crowds of people in front of the ticket window. There were small bands playing and singing along the river from time to time. The evening breeze stirred up a long strand of hair in Sheng Lingyuan's temples, which was wet and smelled of milk tea.

Sheng Lingyuan sat on the bench, staring at the other side of the river, allowing several young literary youths who were playing photography to add him to the night scene composition.

With a hot match with a smile, he felt that he was losing money because this thing was sticky and sweet in the bitterness, which was not as good as the bubble "black water". But he was reluctant to throw it away and drank it to the bottom of the mouthful - although this thing tasted touching, it was quite full and could save lives in the desolate years. When he was a child, he had been suffering from hunger for ten years. Although he had been fasting for many years, he was still reluctant to waste food.

At 7:30, a few lights hit, and the special program of Dongchuan's peak tourist season - the water stage performance began. Although opera belongs to "traditional art", the old ghost is a little more traditional than "traditional". "Hanbe Masabu" is too trendy for him, so he and the young young people by the river stared blankly at the long sleeves, and were very young.

The young men took random photos of Titicaca and began to edit the pictures on the spot. Sheng Lingyuan was exploring the past and present in the singing style of "Yiyiyayaya".

He remembered that it seemed that it was on the other side of the river that the old patriarch picked him up.

Three thousand years ago, the inland river in the city of Dongchuan was the border of the witch tribe. The stones under the riverbed were covered with spells. There were dense forests by the river, and there were mazes in the forest, and miasma was everywhere. Not to mention people on both sides of the river, even insects, ants and beasts would avoid them from afar. There were many gloomy and terrifying legends.

Nowadays, it has become such a lively place.

The old patriarch is kind-hearted. Whenever he thinks about the suffering of his compatriots in the human race, he always sighs. If he sees this situation, he will be relieved?

Or will he be as resentful as Alojin?

Sheng Lingyuan was so dazed that he sat by the river until late at night. The bustle dispersed, and the river lanterns gradually faded away. Only then did he learn from those mortals, he got up and put the empty paper cup into the trash can on the roadside. Then he followed the breath of the witch man spell written by himself and melted into the night.

Xiao Zheng lived in a single room. After the lights were turned off, the nurse came in to see his condition, checked the doors and windows, and went to rest himself. There was only the subtle "tick" sound of the clock left in the ward. After a while, even the voices in the corridor were turned off. Xiao Zheng suddenly opened his sleepless eyes and took out the "witch man curse" given to him by Xuan Ji from under the pillow.

This thing flashed once when he first came into contact with it, and there was no movement afterwards. It looked ordinary, like a prank graffiti. Xiao Zheng did not dare to wipe it up with his hands, for fear of destroying the shallow pencil. Just in case, he first used the scanning software on his phone to scan the witch man's spell. Xuan Ji, the bird man said that it doesn't matter whether the text of this thing was written or printed.

"Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly" is also a witch man's curse, so there is a corresponding "curse" that can accurately detect who abused the butterfly - that is, this is a "test strip".

With it, whoever touches the butterfly of Mirror Flowers and Moons is the lice on the bald man's head, there is no need to be suspicious or injuring internal investigations. The case of fraudulent casualties data in the Extraordinary Control Bureau for decades will go from being intricate to being clear at a glance.

As long as he wants to check it out.

The previous investigation of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly incident was slow, and I was hiding it. It can be said that I was afraid of disrupting the morale of the army and causing social panic. Now... this excuse is gone. Xuan Ji, a capable "post-discipline leader", was too effective. He found out the origin of the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly in just a few seconds, and also dug out a mysterious witch man curse.

For a moment, Xiao Zheng almost resented his old friend.

Xuan Ji was so slippery that he deliberately avoided other people's sight and gave him this thing, making it clear that he could do it himself. As long as he was willing, he could destroy this note and pretend that there was no such curse in the world. Anyway, that "Witch Renzhong" also made Yue Degong and the others explode into the sky.

But... can he think nothing happened?

Can he pretend that he has never seen this witch man curse, pretend that he is a stain-free young talent, pretend that those respected seniors are innocent and have never touched any red lines that should not be touched?

It was late at night and Xiao Zheng's mind was in a mess. It might be that the hotel's sticky note paper was too bad, or it might be that he had a shameful wish in his subconscious mind. When he got distracted, he accidentally pinched the sticky note paper, which just passed through the spell, destroying the completeness of the spell. Some mysterious power on the note disappeared immediately.

Although I still don’t understand the principle of the witch man’s spell, based on the experience and keenness of senior field personnel, this spell is definitely aborted.

Xiao Zheng stared at the useless witch man's spell with a complicated expression, and then hid the spell under the pillow.

Since...that might be God's will?

He took out his cell phone, sent a message to Xuan Ji, and stopped after typing "you". He really didn't know what to say. After a while, he deleted the draft, turned off the phone and lay down, and was about to force himself to fall asleep. Although the bird man was proficient in learning and singing, he could definitely go in and out when he should shut up. Xiao Zheng knew that if he had thought that it had not happened before, Xuan Ji would never say a word.

At most, the relationship will be a little distant in the future.

A dark cloud flew lightly over the Dongchuan River, covering the frosty stars and the moon. For a moment, the night outside the window became thicker, like an ominous fog. Xiao Zheng was lying in a single ward with bright and clean windows. In the air outside the ward window, a pale hand as dead as a dead person stretched out from the black fog and slowly approached the cold window lattice.

Xiao Feng crawled into the gap in the window and opened a gap in the curtain. Just as the hand almost touched the window glass, Xiao Zheng, who was already "sleeping", sat up straight, took out the spell picture scanned on his phone, stared at it with red eyes for a while, then pulled over the laptop next to him, imported the scan, and made it into a transparent "watermark" in one go.

Then he logged into the office backstage in the middle of the night and quietly placed the invisible transparent watermark on the check-in system page. The check-in system of the different control bureau is divided into two types. Those who go to work at the same time operate on the check-in machine. Those who go out for field operations will log in to the intranet to check in the specific tasks. This page will be displayed after success.

After replacing it, Xiao Zheng stared at the page for a while and then quickly edited an email, put the spell watermark in the text, and sent a group - this kind of mass email is usually an administrative notice, including salary and benefits, and retired personnel will also receive it. The notification of the email was successfully sent out. Xiao Zheng knew that he had no room for regret. He spoke out and wanted to smoke a cigarette and calm down. Just as he took out the cigarette box and lighter that he had smuggled in and was about to open the window, Yu Guang suddenly saw a black shadow next to the window.

"who!"

A chuckle sounded, and then, a man stepped out of the dark shadow quietly, holding a face that was exactly the same as Chi Yuan's demon. In an instant, Xiao Zheng had goose bumps, and the adrenaline was blowing - the third update of the night, the big demon struck by lightning, and the way of appearing like a ghost story...

Also, this is a special ward of the Extraordinary Control Bureau. The doors and windows are closed, and they are covered with magic circles, talismans and energy monitoring. How did he come in?

The person who came laughed and waved at him: "Don't be afraid."

As he said that, he lit up his fingers, and the bedside lamp in front of the hospital bed lit up. Only then did Xiao Zheng see clearly that the other party was wearing a white sportswear and the words "The 47th Autumn Sports Games of Dongchuan Branch" were written on his chest. He sniffed and smelled a smell of hotel shampoo - this smell was made by Xiao Zheng, because the hotel that Dongchuan and the branch had been working with for a long time was opened by Director Xiao's father, and the accommodation fee was paid annually, and the stingy branch was also given a 30% discount.

Xiao Zheng was shocked and calmed down, and he remained alert: "Are you... the sword spirit of Xuan Ji?"

The patient who "night attacked" was Sheng Lingyuan. He pointed to Xiao Zheng's injured leg with a kind look: "You have bad legs and feet, sit down and talk."

Xiao Zheng: "..."

He felt for no reason that he should thank the Lord Long for his kindness—and he gave the owner the seat when he came in. Director Xiao grew up so old that he met such an uninvited guest for the first time.

Xiao Zheng held the talisman with his hand in his pocket in the hospital robes. So far, the sword spirits are still a rare and unknown existence. They are extremely autonomous and have their own way of thinking and behavioral motivations like real people. It is said that if the master does not have enough control, the weapon spirit will not only disobey, but also may also devour the master.

Xiao Zheng asked cautiously: "Did Xuan Ji ask you to come? Where are others?"

Sheng Lingyuan had a gentle expression, but his eyes were like two narrow swords. Xiao Zheng had the illusion that he had been scanned from his flesh and soul.

Without answering the question, the "Sword Spirit" just asked him with some curiosity: "What are you doing just now? Did you release the witch man spell?"

Sheng Lingyuan's Mandarin is clearly spoken and understands it, but his accent and tone are weird. Xiao Zheng heard that this was an ancient sword, and probably couldn't explain it clearly to him what "check-in system" and "email" meant, so he simply nodded: "As soon as the sky was dawn, most people in the system could get in touch with this hidden curse. Xuan Ji said that if anyone touched the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly, there would be a mark on his forehead. It doesn't matter if there were some fish that missed the net. Our bureau's spiritual interrogation technology was very complete. As long as they had internal transactions, they could be reviewed soon."

Although he had already said it very simply, Mr. "Sword Spirit" may not understand it. He looked at Xiao Zheng for a moment, and said inconsistently: "I look at your voice and color, and your life is bright and moist. I believe that his ancestors have a deep blessing. Although there are occasional ups and downs, they will turn bad luck into good luck in the future."

Xiao Zheng was confused when he heard this and thought to himself: "What a mess? This sword also has an automatic fortune-telling function?"

At this time, his eyes flashed. The sword spirit, which was originally a few meters away from him, came to him in an instant. Xiao Zheng had no time to react. His wrist, which was holding the talisman, was entangled in the black mist. Sheng Lingyuan pointed lightly at his eyebrows, and Xiao Zheng suddenly felt that he had turned into a personal bottle. A cluster of cold water was poured into the mouth of the bottle between his eyebrows, and washed his whole body instantly. His internal organs were washed away by the cold breath. He shivered hard, and a ball of dust flew out of his eyebrows, which was pulled into the palm of his hand by Sheng Lingyuan.

Xiao Zheng lightened all over. At that moment, he felt the illusion that he had restored his "factory setting". Not only was the secret injury of possession and lightning strike disappeared, but Chen Ke had all the hidden pains for many years.

Except for his hair not growing, he felt that he had never been so healthy. He had endless energy to do so and could be discharged from the hospital immediately. He went downstairs to run around and couldn't help but open his eyes: "You..."

The gray ball that flew out from Xiao Zheng's eyebrows trembled into a small ball in the palm of Sheng Lingyuan. Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head and sniffed it gently: "Well? The smell of fishy... the demon clan?"

This sentence was made with Yayin, but Xiao Zheng didn't understand: "What?"

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and twisted it, and the ashes were wiped out in his palm. There was something faintly screaming inside. After that, he looked up and smiled at Xiao Zheng, not knowing what kind of mental attack he used. Xiao Zheng was dazed by his smile. In an instant, he had a desire to give his wealth and life to the other party.

In just a daze, the "sword spirit" had disappeared from thin air in the ward.

Only a smell of hotel shampoo was left.

Xiao Zheng shivered hard, came to his senses, and quickly checked the ward three times inside and outside. All the talismans and magic circles had not been touched, the doors and windows were kept locked, the abnormal energy detector was as quiet as a chicken, and the indicator lights were all turned off. Everything just seemed to be his imagination out of thin air.

Xiao Zheng felt like he was going crazy: "Impossible...Impossible!"

Suddenly, he remembered something - no! His own thunder and fire special energy is still in the house, how could the indicator light on the abnormal energy detector be completely turned off?

He quickly walked to the window, picked up the energy detector and looked carefully, and found that the instrument had been overloaded and short-circuited!

Xiao Zheng slowly raised his head. The thick fog outside the window had dissipated. His shocked face was reflected on the glass window. He fell when he was a child and had four stitches sewn on his forehead. As soon as he raised his eyebrows, a thin scar that was not obvious could be seen on his eyebrows... But now, the scar has disappeared.

At the same time, with a "squeak", a black air emerged from the notebook at the head of the bed, blackening the screen.

Xiao Zheng wiped his face, grabbed the phone and called Xuan Ji.

As a logistics company, Xuan Ji did not have the good habit of being on standby for 24 hours. The phone was automatically silent at night. When he received the call, the screen just lit up quietly. The fluorescent light hit the face of the person on the bed. He frowned and had no intention of waking up. It seemed that he was in a nightmare.

Far away from the Chiyuan altar in the hinterland of the southwest, in the forest where three stone tablets had been broken, the fourth stone tablet was automatically without wind, and the rustling fine sand began to fall.

Xuan Ji has dreamed very frequently recently, and each one is more weird than the other.

He looked down at his flame-colored robe, not knowing what kind of fashion this "pajama" was. He thought that he would not let melatonin work if he wore such brilliant clothes when he was sleeping? How could he sleep?

At this moment, his feet suddenly moved by themselves and dragged him in one direction.

Xuan Ji: "Hey, I don't wear shoes!"

But in the dream, he seemed to be a puppet who could not help himself. His neon light-like body ignored his own wishes, stepped on the cold stone slab barefoot and quietly walked into an ancient building that looked like a palace.

There was a servant guard outside the hall. His head was dozing off little by little, as if he had heard something. The man suddenly woke up and looked at him.

Xuan Ji was shocked: He was finished, he was discovered.

This "neon light" is not a thief.

But the guard seemed to be unable to see him, his eyes penetrated him without any focus, and then he turned around in a daze, seeing nothing, so he yawned and closed his eyes sleepily.

In the eyes of others, he was an invisible transparent person... Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, dragged by the neon light and continued to walk in.

Going further inside, I entered the inner hall. It seemed that it was a bedroom with a large carved bed buried under a tent, which was very luxurious and corrupt. But for some reason, something was wrong in the bedroom.

Xuan Ji followed his body and observed carefully for a while, and found that the furnace in a corner of the room had been extinguished, but no one came to add charcoal. He immediately realized what was wrong - in such a huge palace, there was no one serving him, and it was a little deserted and a little scary. No one even took care of the brazier at night.

Don't be afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning...

With random thoughts, Xuan Ji's possessed "neon light" had already walked to the edge of the bed and walked through the gauze tent like a ghost. The "neon light" finally stopped and quietly looked down at the people in the tent.

Xuan Ji used the light on his body to see the person on the bed clearly. The man was lying flat, even in his sleep, and seemed to be frowning uneasy, with his handsome eyebrows and eyes full of anger.

He was surprised - the owner of the bedroom was Sheng Lingyuan... Sheng Xiao!

So is this the legendary "Duling Palace"?

Xuan Ji was almost curious, but he didn't know what was wrong with his body trapped. He kept standing by the bed and staring at Sheng Lingyuan motionlessly. After watching for a long time, he suddenly staggered forward a little. He seemed to be overwhelmed, hunched over, and then staggered on the edge of the bed, less than two fingers away from the bedroom owner, and even pressed against Sheng Lingyuan's hair.

Xuan Ji gasped again. Perhaps because of his strong sense of inclusion, he was simply worried for the big brother who was a thief in the middle of the night.

How could it be so blatant?

The next moment, I found that it was not known whether the bed board was too hard or what, but someone else sat on it, but there was no dent at all. Sheng Lingyuan on the bed was not responding.

This "neon light" is like a real ghost, without traces and without even weight.

At this time, he heard the "neon lights" sigh, and said in a low voice: "I'll say goodbye to you today, and I'm afraid there will be no day to meet for the rest of my life."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't respond, but his brows seemed to be frowning a little tighter.

Xuan Ji found that "his own" arm was lifted uncontrollably, and a trembling hand was revealed under the fiery red robe. The hand was hung in the air for a long time, and then gently landed on Sheng Lingyuan's cheek, caressing the face of Gui Jianshou with preciousness.

Xuan Ji got goosebumps all over. Sheng Lingyuan was sleeping like a dead person, and he didn't respond even if he was touched like this.

Xuan Ji was too embarrassed and tried his best to pull the "neon light" hand back. He didn't listen to him. Not only did he refuse to come back, but he also leaned forward with his whole body.

Wow—come back!

Wait! What are you doing! What are you doing!

"Lingyuan..."

These two words popped out from the tip of the tongue of "Neon Light" and gently smashed them down.

Then in Xuan Ji's "Damn" loudly in his heart, the "neon light" possessed in his dream lowered his head and gently and piously...to hold His Majesty's dry and pale lips.
Chapter completed!