Zhao Yunlan quickly cleaned himself up, and then touched the gauze and medicine brought back from the hospital on the coffee table. He closed his eyes, wrapped the gauze around his eyes a few times, and touched the paper and pen from the bedside table. No matter what paper it was, he groped and wrote a few words like ghost-like talismans like "I'll go to No. 4 Guangming Road" on it, and then measured his steps and went out.

The thunderous heartbeat in his sleep slowly calmed down in his swift movements.

When the elevator opened on the first floor, Zhao Yunlan had adjusted his breathing, focused all his energy on the sky eye between his eyebrows, and walked out with great strides.

He saw many people walking around in front of him. Soon, Zhao Yunlan could recognize that there was a circle of phantoms on his body. As for what was not, he obviously didn't know what it was.

At first, for some reason, he didn't see it very clearly, just a vague floor. As Zhao Yunlan slowly walked out of the residential community, he seemed to have gradually become familiar with this way of "seeing things", and the figures began to become clearer.

Gradually, he began to see the true fire of Samadhi on each of them, and even the three flowers on the top. Finally, Zhao Yunlan saw clearly from a person who passed by him - it turned out that the phantom on the living person was actually a vague "film", with strange patterns on it from head to toe.

Zhao Yunlan stood at the intersection and reached out to stop the taxi. Anyway, he couldn't see it, so he had to keep stretching out his hands, all by luck.

When he stopped the taxi and fumbled to get in, Zhao Yunlan could already see clearly that the things that were covered with everyone were not strange symbols, but handwriting.

It was very small and very dense, and it kept changing every second. Zhao Yunlan couldn't help staring at the driver for two seconds. He was reminded twice before he came to his senses: "Oh, sorry, No. 4 Guangming Road, just pull me to the door."

The taxi driver took a strange look at the gauze on his eyes: "Young man, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhao Yunlan lied casually: "I was injured when playing basketball."

The driver said "Ouch" and asked again: "Can you still see it?"

"I can't open my eyes when I apply medicine." Zhao Yunlan said, "Be blind for two days first."

The two chatted all the way, and arrived at No. 4 Guangming Road. The taxi was parked on the side of the road. Zhao Yunlan thought about it, then took out the wallet from his arms, opened it and handed it directly to the driver: "I can't see it either, so you should collect it. Just watch it and take it."

This made the driver stunned: "Ah? Do you trust me so much?"

Zhao Yunlan smiled and said, "Anyway, I don't have much money in my bag, so you can take it."

The driver hesitated for a moment, printed the receipt for him, then reached out to flip through his wallet. During this period, Zhao Yunlan stared at the words constantly changing on the other party. He heard the rustling sound made as the driver flipped. He heard that he seemed to take out something first, then hesitated for a moment, stuffed it back. After a while, he pulled out another piece of paper money, took out the change from his pocket, and stuffed it back into Zhao Yunlan's wallet.

Zhao Yunlan's mouth raised the corners of his mouth - his vision became clearer and clearer, and he could already tell the color of the handwriting. They were red and black. Just as the driver stuffed the change into his wallet, Zhao Yunlan saw a line of small red characters passing by the other person.

It turned out to be this meaning - Zhao Yunlan, who thanked the driver and refused to help him in, thought to himself, it turned out that those small words were human merits, red is gain, and black is loss. It seemed that the other party did not take advantage of him just now.

However, Zhao Yunlan frowned again. He could clearly feel that something seemed to be awakening at a speed that was too fast to stop. He could not tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for a while.

All this seems to have started from an earthquake that shocked the Hanga tribe's mountains and river cones.

Was that earthquake really caused by the natural movement of the earth's crust?

The doorman of the communication room who likes to cut bones saw him from afar, happily put down the file, and greeted him: "Oh, Chu Zhao! Hey? What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Accident." Zhao Yunlan said calmly, "Uncle Li, come and help me."

Uncle Li didn't have time to come, but another person suddenly rushed up from behind. Chen Wei grabbed his stretched hand, suppressing his hand and voice, and said, "Can't you wait for me if you want to go? I just went out to buy some breakfast. When you turn around, you will disappear. I'm almost scared to death by you, okay? If this happens, I will..."

Just what?

Chen Wei took a few deep breaths, and his lungs were almost blown out, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Yunlan turned his head and through his heavenly eyes that were becoming brighter and brighter for some unknown reason, he saw rows of bright red characters representing merits on Chen Wei's body.

However, they cannot last long. They appear as fast as waves, and will be cleansed by a wave of darkness, like a beach that will never leave traces.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes felt sour. He didn't understand where the sudden sourness came from. It seemed like an ancient memory that had been buried deep for thousands of years. Finally, the hurricane was blown away by a hundred feet thick dust, revealing a corner of the truth that was red/naked/body and could not escape, which made people feel sad.

"Isn't that because I know you'll chase you right away?" Zhao Yunlan almost performed poorly. He pretended to be slick, with a hint of imperceptible trembling, "It's just right, come in with me."

Zhao Yunlan suddenly rushed in without saying a word, which made the office very messy. Daqing ran to somewhere and was sad about the spring and autumn. So until then, the staff from the Special Investigation Office discovered that their leader who had disappeared for two days was not just a fool, but an accident.

Zhu Hong's hands almost trembled and took off his random gauze. When he saw the eyes that were still bright but could not be accurate to the focal length, Zhu Hong's eyes turned red at that time.

Zhao Yunlan moved his fingers, and remembered that he could not see and was not easy to touch the female employee casually, so he had to put it down again embarrassedly and said helplessly: "Are you blind or I blind? I haven't cried yet? Why are you excited?"

Zhu Hong threw gauze on his face: "You cry? If only you knew how to cry! There is no place in the world that you dare not go, there is no one you dare not provoke, right? God is the eldest, you are the second, right? Idiot!"

Zhao Yunlan was silent for a moment and had to agree: "...oh, I heard it."

He was invulnerable to swords and guns, and did not eat the soft and hard things. Zhu Hong then left him, raised his head and stared at Chen Wei, and spoke aggressively as if he had taken a gun and medicine, "Don't you like him? Are you a master? What were you doing when something happened to him?"

Chu Shuzhi and Lin Jing looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong with this situation.

Of course, Zhao Yunlan heard it too. He felt embarrassed and had to joke and try to cover it. Zhao Yunlan pulled Chen Wei's sleeve and said with a smile as much as possible: "Do you like me? Why haven't you told me at all? I said, Teacher Shen, you have no problem. If you like me, why do you confess to her..."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Hong didn't take his steps at all and interrupted him: "Shut up!"

The smile on Zhao Yunlan's face seemed to be painted, and it faded a little in an instant: "I think you are almost done. I encountered a little accident when I did something private. I had a half-cent relationship with him? Could it be that I would tie him up with him every moment? When will two people get three feet into the official Olympic competition event?"

Zhu Hong's eyes almost began to become fierce, and Chen Wei finally couldn't help but interrupt: "It's true that I don't..."

Zhao Yunlan frowned and waved his hand, ended the topic arbitrarily, and said bluntly: "I don't want to discuss this now. I'll keep this trivial matter for a while before I talk about it. I'll shut up now."

As he said that, he took out a soul-suppressing order from his pocket. At the moment of ignition, Zhao Yunlan quietly passed the message: "Daqing, come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the cat bell rang. Daqing came over from the other end of the wall, passed through the person quietly, jumped onto Zhao Yunlan's thigh, and looked carefully in his eyes.

Then Daqing jumped to the table: "I thought about it for a long time and read some books. I probably understood the problem with your eyes. You said that the earth fire you touched at that time ignited the little crow, and later he sacrificed himself to the golden bell, right? I think it was because the soul sound and the earth fire collided at that time, and the yin energy was too heavy, and you stood too close, which hurt your eyes, so you were blind for a while."

Zhao Yunlan nodded casually, but Chen Wei immediately grabbed the black cat's word: "For a moment?"

Daqing responded casually, but glanced at Zhao Yunlan.

In fact, it feels like Zhao Yunlan knows something.

But Chen Wei didn't notice it. He was a little concerned and was confused. He quickly asked: "When will it be cured? What medicine should I use? Where can I find it?"

Daqing glanced at Chen Wei silently. Seeing that he was worried and not fake, he sighed in his heart and continued: "Most of the flower demon clans escape from the world, but they have a very precious Qianhua honey. It is said that it is made from thirty-three kinds of flowers in the sky, thirty-three kinds of the earth, and thirty-three kinds of flowers in the underworld. They each take the most essence of their stamens. They can relieve thousands of poisons and are gentle and moist, and are most suitable for eye injuries... I want to find them, probably..."

Zhao Yunlan gently answered its words: "It will be in the demon market at the end of the year."

Daqing asked bluntly: "How do you know?"

Zhao Yunlan touched its head without answering, as if thinking about something. After a while, he whispered: "You've finished talking, now I'll talk about my affairs - first, from now on, anyone with any form of contact with the Netherworld will all be handed over to me in writing, and no word is left. Second, the exchanges between idle people at No. 4 Guangming Road are strictly restricted. Those who deliver New Year's goods and gifts will be received outside the communication room. Third, it is announced that it has entered the year-end work summary period, and unless the minister personally orders, the case will be not accepted. Fourth, if anyone within the scope of the Soul-Suppressing Order cannot go to work on time or wants to ask for leave, he must hand over the reason for asking for leave to me. I must know where you are at any time."

Zhu Hong left the god and asked, "That demon market..."

"That's a small matter. Chen Wei just accompanied me over there." Zhao Yunlan paused, "I'll ask them to open a single room for you on the third floor. You can go there when it's not convenient for you to rest."

After he finished speaking, he ignored other people's reactions and stood up directly on the table and walked towards the library inside the wall: "I have something to talk to Sang Zan. Chen Wei waited for me for a while, and the others notified the departments what I just said."

The library was brightly lit, but there was no trace of sunlight. Sang Zan could move freely in it during the day. When he saw Zhao Yunlan, he greeted him happily: "I'm soothing, Zhao Chujie!"

"..." Zhao Yunlan was silent for a while, commented on the title, "What's the matter, who taught you?"

"Mao Jie Pao." Sang Zan knew that he was not pronounced correctly, so he studied hard and asked questions to practice correction, "Teach... find... Chu Jie Pao!"

Zhao Yunlan smiled, too lazy to argue with him. He opened his eyes and found that he could see the outlines of most books. He looked around and turned around and said to Sang Zan: "Look for me about the book I read the day before."

Sang Zan quickly drew out the "Soul Book". It was hard for him to remember everything clearly without recognizing the words.

Zhao Yunlan clearly "saw" the word "Soul Book" on its cover. Before he could do it, the pages had automatically opened. A trace that he had not noticed when he was looking at before appeared in front of him - it was the trace of the page being torn off by someone. The broken pages seemed to be flowing with black and purple blood in the eyes of the sky.

Zhao Yunlan closed the book "slap", and Sang Zan looked at his expression without saying anything for a moment.

After a while, Zhao Yunlan whispered to him: "Do you believe there are 'coincidences' that happen just right in the world?"

Sang Zan took a while to figure out the meaning of "coincidence". He always looked a little stupid because he couldn't speak clearly, but he wasn't really stupid after all, and everyone knew this.

Sang Zan shook his head seriously and said in a very serious manner: "I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either." Zhao Yunlan said slowly, "The demon clan and the underworld are in harmony. I took the soul-suppressing order and wanted to perform my duties well, guard this acre of three-part land in the world, and live a life of a hot bed, but some people really don't let me live."

The composition of this sentence is too complicated, Sang Zan didn't understand it, but he understood the other party's meaning from Zhao Yunlan's expression, so he asked bluntly: "Can I help you?"

Zhao Yunlan lowered his eyes: "Hand me a piece of paper."

He wrote down what the Crow Spirit said to him that night. It turned out that most of them were pretending to be confused before, but at this time he wrote down the word "Kunlun" at the end of the line, and he ticked it hard under it with a pen.

"I want all the books with these two words." Zhao Yunlan said, "Don't let anyone know, including Wang Zheng, thank you brother."

Sang Zan treated him as half of his benefactor. Although he became a conspirator without a teacher, he still maintained the good tradition of clearly distinguishing grievances in his bones. So he said to Zhao Yunlan solemnly: "Don't worry, Zhao Chujie."
Chapter completed!