Wang Zheng’s dissatisfied complaint came from the corridor: “Chu Shuzhi, I have told you that if you don’t need these talisman papers, you have to clean up. What will you ask her to do when the cleaning is coming tomorrow?”

Chu Shuzhi frowned deeply with great grudges. Guo Changcheng observed his words and expressions, immediately used the newcomer's eyesight, and ran over to clean up.

However, Daqing passed by them without saying a word and walked straight into the "wall" of the Criminal Investigation Department office.

There is a unique sky inside the wall, with rows of hardwood bookshelves, which are tall and almost poked to the roof. They are driving some old ladders. There are only a gap between the bookshelf and the roof, which is barely enough for a cat to pass through. The wall is inlaid with large sea dragon balls, which illuminates the entire room like daytime, but will not hurt the soul that cannot be seen.

The bookshelf exudes the smell of old books, which is the fragrance of ink that has been preserved for many years, mixed with the mild smell of sunshine that has not been seen on the paper page for a long time, creating a humid and moist fragrance of books that have been passed over the years.

Sang Zan was doing the sorting work. The characters were so complicated and simple that he basically didn't know a few of them, so he had to compare them carefully one by one according to the spine and the signs on the shelf. He did it very slowly, but never made any mistakes.

After Zhao Yunlan released him from the mountain and river cone, he specially opened all the authority of the library to him and assigned him such a job. The reward was the same as Guo Changcheng. According to junior employees, the treatment was very good. However, Guo Changcheng received bright red tickets, while Sang Zan was full of paper money and good incense.

This was the first dignified job he had ever received in his life. He was not a slave who was beaten and scolded by animals, nor was he admired foolishly. He only wanted to destroy the fake leader of these people. Although it came too late and Sang Zan had been dead for hundreds of years, he still cherished it very much.

Being with the person he likes, living calmly and freely, is something he has never been able to get in his whole life after all.

Seeing Daqing come in, Sang Zan greeted it seriously: "Howling, cat."

Daqing: "I'm sobbing and stuttering."

Sang Zan was stunned - Wang Zheng was a quiet girl and could not teach swear words, so he didn't understand the word and asked seriously: "Jieba, what is it?"

Daqing stepped on the wooden bookshelf with great worries and casually said casually: "Jieba means good brother."

Sang Zan nodded, indicating that he was taught, and then said enthusiastically: "Oh, howling, Mao Jieba!"

Daqing: “…”

Sang Zan: "Mao Jieba, demon...what do you want to see?"

Daqing didn't even feel like he was acting like a slut and lay on the shelf above his head: "Zhao Yunlan, has the book Zhao Chu brought back the day before? Show me which one it is."

Sang Zan looked devoutly and listened to the "record" carefully, and asked Daqing to say it patiently three times before he finally understood. He smiled with a sense of accomplishment and found a book from the small cart that he had not had time to put on the shelf: "Long, long time is the tower."

The book cover was already torn, and there was a little splash of coffee on the corners. Needless to say, it was known that it was done by a sloppy man. The cover was written with the word "Soul Book" gloomy, and it had been torn off a little, looking unusually broken.

Daqing jumped, jumped off the high bookshelf, and landed on Sang Zan's car. He yanked his claws, and the pages of the opened book were blank and there was nothing.

Daqing's heart sank, his cultivation was not enough.

For some reason, its strength is not as good as its heyday at this time, and it is even difficult to transform. However, after all, it is an old cat demon of a thousand years. Will it not be as good as Zhao Yunlan, a mortal who has only lived for twenty or thirty years?

That's simply impossible.

Unless... the man's soul is awakening bit by bit.

"I have never seen this book," Daqing slapped the book with his paws, unconsciously circling in the same place, chasing his tail, "Where did this book come from?"

It didn't know, and Sang Zan didn't know. After a moment of staring at him, the black cat finally lowered his head slowly, jumped from the car to the ground in a depressed mood, and walked out, losing his appetite for his favorite milk soaked cat food.

It didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing Zhao Yunlan "wakes up" but it always felt uneasy.

Zhao Yunlan is doing well now, while being smart, and she is 250% of her life. After she has nothing to do, she still thinks about lust, comfort, and smooth sailing.

The black cat is an animal that only wants to find a warm nest to sleep all day long and eat something easy to drink when winter comes. Its nature determines that it cannot understand human "big ambitions". Now the old owner is silly and has a look of joy in his face. Daqing feels very pleased, and always feels... he doesn't want to create troubles outside the room.

But this branch has already grown.

Shen Wei, the largest branch, closed his eyes and walked straight through the Yellow Springs. He even soaked in the Yellow Springs for many years. He had long since dispersed his soul and soul like duckweed washed away by big waves, and could not help but separate to both sides.

He didn't know how long it had been sunk, as if the underworld had already seen it.

The water gradually became darker, and the bottom was even darker. The black air wrapped around him, as if he was attracted by him, and suddenly entangled him in. Further down, there was no water. There was only a dead darkness around him. When people walked in it, they would soon lose their sense of time and space, and would give birth to the extreme loneliness of only one person in the world.

I can’t see where I come or where I go. It’s so cold and so empty.

This is a real place of nothingness that cannot be seen, heard, smelled, tasted, or felt.

So when the low roar broke the silence and rang out, Shen Wei's knife almost wiped the other party's neck at the same time.

There were footsteps approaching him in the darkness. Seven or eight ghost beasts and a soul-killing envoy. They were born and raised here. They were born and shy things. They all adapted to darkness the same way. They did not take advantage of anyone when fighting. They just looked at whether the soul-killing knife was fast or the ghost beast was sharp-tongued.

Shen Wei was worried about Zhao Yunlan and was unwilling to get involved with them. He dodged three times in the darkness. The cautious Youqiu finally changed from temptation to attack and rushed towards him. At this time, Shen Wei shouted lightly, and the soul-slashing knife buckled in his palm pushed out horizontally, slashing off a string of Youqiu's big heads like a tyrant, rolling all over the ground.

Shen Wei did not hesitate, nor did he look at the corpse on the ground, kicked a head open and walked forward with great strides.

It took him a long time to stop, and a sound similar to a person's heartbeat came from Shen Wei's side.

The "yin soldiers" invited by the Yin soldiers were actually not Yin soldiers in the general sense. How dare those little souls under the jurisdiction of the underworld respond to the extremely arrogant call of "Everyone in heaven, earth, human and gods can be killed"?

They actually come from a lightless place deeper than the Yellow Spring and darker than hell.

Those horses with iron armor and bones just reflect the unreliable fantasy of the caster. They had no shape at all, and even... If Zhao Yunlan had not used blood and iron as medium, even if they climbed onto the ground, they might have been just a row of "secret animals" in the eyes of others.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Yunlan rashly summoned the Yin soldiers, but then he was still under control. One reason was that he was talented and the other was that he might have good luck. Chen Wei was in charge of the downstairs, so he didn't dare to act too rashly.

"There is a great prison for disrespect." Pangu created the world and opened up the world, distinguishing between clear and turbid sides. The turbid ones were the earth, and all things were orderly, and chaos was first broken. Then the turbid things on the earth settled for billions of years, and just outside the world, it became such a place where dirt was hidden.

Nuwa created human beings with soil. Because she was too anxious, she hurriedly rolled into humans with the mud on the ground before the filth was subsided. Therefore, the original sin that the human race carries at the beginning of its birth is the same as here - it is the desire for tyranny and destruction that people are born with.

The saint regretted it very much. Later, he called the lightless land "great disrespect" and forced it to isolate and block it. Now, the cage sealed by ancient divine power has long been broken, and a huge mouth was torn from the root. However, someone later forcibly sealed a lock with a formation. Now the seal added later has become shaky. The ghost face escaped and ran around the world. More and more ghost animals have also escaped.

The crack can't be bigger.

Chen Wei knelt down on one knee, recited the seal spell silently, briefly blessed the loose seal, the vibration gradually subsided, and the gap seemed to be sealed with a layer.

Then he turned around and left with a serious expression, wondering how long the calmness could last.

When Chen Wei returned to the world, it was almost dawn. He landed in Zhao Yunlan's small apartment. He wanted to gently take off his black robe, but he didn't want to wake Zhao Yunlan up. Suddenly, he looked shaking and waved his hand to turn on the lights. The room was empty, and the bed he had cleaned in the morning was still at the head of the bed, without any trace of anyone touching it.

Zhao Yunlan, who had not returned all night, wrapped her coat tightly in front of the grave mountain, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

When Shen Wei mentioned to him that Guo Changcheng saw the puppet on the glass window, Zhao Yunlan heard the unspoken sound he didn't say. At that time, he suddenly met himself as Chen Wei, probably not because of his original intention, but probably because he was plotted against him.

Zhao Yunlan believed that if he hadn't been pushing each other repeatedly, Chen Wei would have been avoiding him. If he knew that he was there, not to mention that Guo Changcheng saw a puppet at that time, even if he saw the true face of the Soul-Slaying Envoy, Chen Wei would not have appeared in front of him - making Guo Changcheng forget that what he saw was too simple.

Zhao Yunlan remembered the incident of Reincarnation Ding again. At that time, he followed the Soul-Slaying Envoy to Li Qian's house and heard a sentence on the roof of the building - "I specially sent him to you." Who did that mean? What does that mean?

If the owner of Youhu is Ghost Face, then Ghost Face tries every means to lead the Soul-Slaying Envoy to him?

But at the foot of the mountain and river, Zhao Yunlan felt that although the ghost face had been threatening the soul-killing envoy with certain things, he did not reveal what he knew. In comparison, the black skin book given to him by the underworld was more deliberate.

Zhao Yunlan felt that standing on the ground on earth, there was a huge vortex under her feet, with countless complicated hands inside, some pushing him out, and some pulling him in. Everyone seemed to have their own calculations, and everyone was covered with a layer of mist on their faces.

Zhao Yunlan raised his head and saw a ghost fire on the mountain, emitting a cold light, like a pair of sinister eyes in the night, staring at him from a distance. He stopped, and the ghost fire also stopped, as if leading him. Zhao Yunlan followed and slowly walked into the wild cemetery outside Ximei Village.

I don’t know when the fog started to fall. The fog became heavier and heavier, with less than one meter of visibility. In the vast white world, it seemed that only the ghost-humored shadows not far away were leading the way.

The air also became wet, and occasionally water drips on his face, making it gloomy and cold.

From time to time, sighs came from the ears, like countless ghosts wandering in the depths of the dry dense forest. Zhao Yunlan walked forward without looking at them. Even if they did not do evil, they would not do good. They wandered around the world and did not enter the cycle of reincarnation. Everyone was crying and everyone felt wronged.

How many people in the world died willingly?

Zhao Yunlan walked in the deep mist, and the place where the wide hem of the dark gray coat swept through, Bai Wu and the hand stretched out from the cemetery could not help but retreat, but no lonely ghost dared to approach him.

Then, in the wild cemetery outside the suburbs, crying began to spread everywhere. Zhao Yunlan finally became impatient and stopped. He spread his palms simply and roughly. A strong flame ignited under the yellow paper talisman. The crying suddenly turned into a scream. Countless vague shadows rushed to retreat. The white mist seemed flammable and was lit at once, like a fire dragon, sprayed out of his hand, and cleaned the white mist of the entire cemetery in an instant.

"If you want to seek justice, you should beat the drum of the Ten Palaces of Hell. What's the point of crying with me?" He looked cold and looked up at the front. The ghost fire had disappeared.

The night is as cool as water, and the stars are as clean as the sky.

A crescent moon hung in the air, and the dry cold wind blew past his exposed skin like a knife. Zhao Yunlan pulled the scarf upwards, almost covering half of his face.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside him, as if sometimes far and sometimes near, and with some kind of torn hoarseness, he sang: "The crescent moon, wild graves, ghost fire leads the way to resentful souls and sorrows, through the forest wind, blowing bone flutes, foxes criticize human skins and monsters. The old man counts with you, please listen with me, everyone's head changes to silver, beauty's skins and gold, a hundred days of corpse oil, two or three pounds, and you can enjoy wealth and glory for half a lifetime. If you hold three souls and seven spirits, you can guarantee that you will return to dust and earth, and you will return to earth for a lifetime. "
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