Zhao Yunlan read the note calmly, his cold and hard expression slowed down slightly, and then he rarely folded it carefully and put it in his wallet, as if he had just received a love letter.

Chu Shuzhi glanced at him and stood up and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, before he could turn around, the three soul-suppressing orders flew out of Zhao Yunlan's hand at the same time, bringing out a large string of sparks, and jumping straight into the air. Before Guo Changcheng could get up from the ground, the soul-suppressing orders had been burned into a ball, like a shackle, hitting Chu Shuzhi straightly.

A powerful force forced Chu Shuzhi back to the chair, and he couldn't move at all.

The contract between Chu Shuzhi and the Soul-Suppressing Order was not resolved. Even if he had great skills, he would still be subject to this constraint at this time.

Zhao Yunlan glanced at him, took out a recorder from the drawer, and chose to play it back. It was exactly what Chu Shuzhi said last, "I hope everyone has children in the future, so don't let a sound of bone slap blow the three souls and the seven souls, and become a little ghost."

Coming out of the machine, the man's voice seemed even colder and more terrifying, with some kind of silence scratched on his bones.

"Do you think you are talking about human words?" Zhao Yunlan asked expressionlessly.

Chu Shuzhi's eyes flashed, but the next moment, he stubbornly turned his head and said hard: "I'm not a human being."

Guo Changcheng said dumbly: "Chu, Brother Chu, don't be angry."

Chu Shuzhi glanced at him coldly, without saying a word.

Guo Changcheng hesitated for a long time before he came over carefully, gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and buzzed like a mosquito and said, "I, I think you must be, you must not think so. Although I didn't understand it very much, Brother Chu is a good person and will not do bad things for no reason..."

Zhao Yunlan snorted, leaned heavily on the back of the seat, kowtowed the lighter twice on the table, raised his hand and lit a cigarette, turned his eyes to Chu Shuzhi, and said unhappily: "Do you still understand what it means to have a wrongdoing and have a debt, what it means to have a code, and if you are anxious, you will be ruthless. It's not as sensible as Xiao Guo, a little child, and I blush for you."

Chu Shuzhi stared at him with a dark look.

"What to look at? It's not embarrassing. I don't have time to deal with you now-Xiao Guo, push him to my office, lock the door and look at him. There is a lounge and a single bed. If you are tired, you can lie down."

Guo Changcheng immediately asked kindly: "Where is Brother Chu?"

"He?" Zhao Yunlan glanced at Chu Shuzhi's eyes, "Let him sit down, just practice Zen steadily, and wake me up and nap."

He picked up the tea cup, shook the cold tea root inside, and was not satisfied, and said again: "I want to splash your face."

Guo Changcheng pushed up the swivel chair where Chu Shuzhi was sitting. When he arrived at the door of the office, he couldn't help but look back at Zhao Yunlan. Seeing the leader waved his hand at him, he pushed Chu Shuzhilu to the director's office and gently closed the door from inside.

Zhao Yunlan put two long legs on the table, put the book on her knees, frowned and looked over.

The legend about Nuwa is very scattered and is everywhere. The book in his hand is called "Ancient Secrets", which specifically lists the chapter "Feng's Nuwa". It was probably written by a predecessor who practiced Taoism after the Song Dynasty. The author is unknown, and the original version is ominous. This is an audio-visual version published after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

At the beginning, he quoted the records of Nuwa creating humans in "Taiping Yulan": "It is said that the world is open, and there is no people. Nuwa is a man with loess clay and has no time to offer her. So she leads the rope into the mud and takes it as a man."

Then the author added a small note: "People, their heads, faces and five senses are all in the form of Xiaowahuang, who can speak well and get rid of the mud fetus. The sky wind lit the three fires, and the turbid earth gave birth to the three corpses. They are immortal and wise and impure. From the age of baby to the age of eighty years, they are born and died in the morning and evening. Emperor Wa pity them, and because of marriage, they become a female matchmaker, which makes them last forever."

Zhao Yunlan felt a black water pen from his desk, and transformed heavily under the "The wind lit the three fires of the sky, and the turbid earth gave birth to the three corpses". Then he paused his pen tip and flipped down to the section of "replenishing the sky".

"Huainanzi" says: In ancient times, the four poles were abandoned, the nine states were broken, the sky was not covered, the earth was not covered, the fire was not destroyed, the water was vast and the ocean was not stopped, the beasts ate the people, and the birds of prey grabbed the old and weak. So Nuwa refined five-colored stones to repair the sky, chopped turtles to establish the four poles, killed the black dragon to help Jizhou, and accumulated reed ash to stop lust/water. The sky was repaired, and the four poles were upright; the lust water was dried up, and Jizhou was flat; the cunning insects died, and the people were alive."

The following is still annotation: "The old turtle is broken enough to offer. Emperor Wa felt his great virtue and gave it to him as a fin. The four pillars were conquered in all directions. The sky was tilted in the northwest. Kunlun sealed the words: "The stone that has not been old and has faded is cold and frozen water, the body that has not been born and died, and the soul that has not been transformed is not accomplished. It is sealed with an inaccessible land, thinking that it is the Four Saints. If the sky does not fall and the earth does not fall, the Four Saints will not come out and the world will be at peace."

Zhao Yunlan followed Daqing's hair one after another and said softly: "It said that the six impurities of human beings come from the soil embryo, and then Nuwa used the old turtle's feet to support the sky pillars to repair the sky. Kunlun gave the four pillars a seal - how to speak in the mountains, the 'Kunlun' here should refer to Kunlun Lord - I have heard of this judgment before."

Daqing: "Where is it?"

"At the foot of the mountains and rivers," Zhao Yunlan said, "If the 'unsuccessible' refers to the Four Saints, does that mean that if you obtain the Four Saints and realize these 'unsuccessible' things, you can reach the four pillars of heaven?"

Daqing circled his hands and muttered, "It's all messy, it makes me dizzy."

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Zhao Yunlan ignored it, and he seemed to be just talking to himself, "Five-colored stones to repair the sky, then if I guess correctly, the four pillars are probably used to conquer the 'earth'. This 'earth' should be the 'earth' in the period of creation... This makes sense. No wonder the ghost-faced man must get the Four Saints. If he gets the Four Saints, he can find a way to destroy the Four Pillars."

Zhao Yunlan touched the dried fish, and the smell of fried fish was on his fingers. Although Daqing didn't want to look so cheap, he just couldn't resist his instinct and tried his best to sniff between Zhao Yunlan's fingers. While following the smell, he asked: "Who are you talking about the ghost face?"

Zhao Yunlan briefly talked about the passage of the mountain river cone to Daqing. After saying that, his face was a little solemn: "The ghost face is wearing a mask, but I can probably guess what he looks like."

Daqing: "Is it..."

"I'm afraid he's inseparable from Shen Wei." Zhao Yunlan sighed softly, "He is very thoughtful and treats everyone well, but he doesn't want to let him go. I don't know why he has such a big grudge against him. I'm really worried about him..."

Daqing looked up: "What?"

Zhao Yunlan lowered his eyes slightly and was paired with the black cat. Suddenly, he put down his feet on the table, sat down seriously, and whispered: "Someone is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of clappers rang out from afar, getting closer and closer, and the rich cold air became clearer and clearer. The northwest wind shattered the window lattice. Zhao Yunlan calmly pulled out a small handful of incense from the drawer, lit it, inserted it into the flower pot on the desk, and took out a porcelain basin from under the table, pulled out a bundle of money for his money, lit it and threw it inside. In the rising cigarette, he put the book away and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

This time, the Yin Mai, who came here, learned his lesson and stood there a distance away from the door, and said loudly: "The uninvited guest walked in the underworld and asked to see the Lord of the Soul Suppression. Can the Lord give him a try to give him a look?"

Zhao Yunlan slowed down her face and cleared her throat: "Please."

The door of the Criminal Investigation Department office was pushed open with a creaking sound. As soon as the door was opened, the other party smelled the incense and paper money all over the room - money can make the devil push the mill. Sure enough, the person looked slow and didn't say anything, but laughed first, and quickly bowed and said, "Make the master polite, you're so kind."

Zhao Yunlan was also stunned when he saw the visitor. After a moment, he stood up and said in surprise: "What wind has blown the judge?"

The judge still looked kind and smiled, not like a ghost man, but like a fortune-teller who was a matchmaker.

After he came in, he first greeted Zhao Yunlan for a long time, and then the two of them were polite and sat opposite each other with ulterior motives. Daqing jumped into Zhao Yunlan's arms, hooked his wrists, and said nothing, and his green eyes stared at the judge coldly, as if it was a protective posture.

The judge then fell seriously: "The young man will not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing and come to disturb him in the middle of the night. There is really something to do. I hope that the Lord can help him for the sake of the overall situation of the people."

"Don't," Zhao Yunlan waved his hand quickly, "Don't put a high hat on me. I am a mortal and ordinary person. I can do some tricks. Thank you for treating me as a green onion, I dare not really treat myself as a clove of garlic. You are so polite, I can't find you. If you have any questions, please give me some advice. If you can help you within your ability, try to help."

The judge sat there and sighed for a long time, trying to lead Zhao Yunlan to ask, but Zhao Yunlan was silently drinking tea while he was completely ignored. After a while, the judge finally couldn't hold it in and asked, "Tonight, the Lord should have noticed the warning from the Crow Clan?"

Zhao Yunlan looked puzzled: "No, I watched the Spring Festival Gala replay at my mother this afternoon, and I was really not careful."

Judge: "…"

Zhao Yunlan asked silly and naively: "What's wrong with the crow?"

The judge knew that Zhao Yunlan was pretending to be confused. The first one was unwilling to deal with the Soul-Suppressing Order. First, the judge was one of the few people who knew some of Zhao Yunlan's past and did not want to and dared not offend this great god. Second, the great god was shameless and treacherous and slick, and he has been good at three tricks in his life - rogue, Tai Chi, avoiding the important things - any one that could be taken out is enough for others to drink.

"The crow reports bad news but not good news. There is never a good thing. The black clouds are rising in the northwest. Some people are not afraid of lightning strikes in the sky. They set up a large formation on the top of Kunlun Mountain to lift their souls from all living beings."

Zhao Yunlan was stunned and blurted out: "All creatures? The earth's population is almost exploding. Can he carry it?"

Judge: "…"

Zhao Yunlan smiled and said, "I'm really confused. You have to explain to me who ran to the top of the snow-capped mountain on the Qinghai-Tibet Line, put something on it, and what is the purpose?"

The judge took out a wanted order from his sleeve, and Zhao Yunlan glanced at him, and the acquaintance - Ghost Face.

"This person is the king of monsters born in the most filthy land. It's a long story. He was still sealed by Nuwa in the old days in the war of gods and demons. Over time, Nuwa's seal has become looser and looser, so he asked him to escape from the trap. The master is a wise man. I won't go around with you. To be honest, he is now sealed by Nuwa's God Seal for eight points. We have the power to fight together. If he is really out of the trap..."

Zhao Yunlan listened to his half-true nonsense, and couldn't help but raise a little bit, not taking the judge's worried stump, but just pretended not to understand, "Oh, this is serious. The monster sealed by Nuwa is not the same as the monsters I usually talk about? Which one is more powerful?"

Judge: "…"

Zhao Yunlan continued to ask excitedly: "Then what do he want the souls of so many people?"

The judge finally took a breath: "His purpose is to force out the merit pen. Each person carries a soul and writes a letter of merit and demerits in his past and present lives. He uses the red letter as the merit and black letter as the wrong. He pulls out this soul and gathers it on the top of Kunlun Mountain. The merit pen will naturally be born. We must not let him get the merit pen, otherwise..."

Zhao Yunlan suddenly interrupted him: "A while ago, there was a little demon of the Crow tribe who used something suspected to be a merit pen to lead me over, which hurt my eyes, which made me still have some 25 eyes. Looking at things and looking at the judge, you feel that you have gained eight pounds. So, it turns out that the merit pen he said is fake. Is it because someone deliberately causing trouble for me?"

The judge's heart thumped, and was blocked by his voice. When he looked up, he happened to meet Zhao Yunlan's joking eyes. He immediately complained that the Crow Clan had been consuming rotten corpses for a living. He had been coerced by the underworld and sent a Crow Clan out. No one had to think about who was instructed, nor did he know who was instructed by the idiot.

The judge's mind changed rapidly and his sweat was almost over.

"The Four Saints have been living in the world for so many years. They have never taken such awesome things to heart. They have never asked for them or taken them away. Now that something has happened, they have come to tell me that this thing is serious. They are now in a sedan chair and have pierced their ears - does this make no sense?"

The judge forced a smile: "This...is indeed because we are not thinking well..."

"I don't think well?" Zhao Yunlan raised his eyebrows, "Why do I think I have something to rely on?"

The judge was like a silence.

Zhao Yunlan reached out and knocked on the table, lowered her face, and smiled: "Sir, we have been working together for many years. Open the skylight and say something bright. What do you want? What do you want me to do?"

The judge bowed and said, "The Lord begs to lead us to Kunlun and break his formation."

Zhao Yunlan's face was faint: "What are you talking about? I am a dead house, not a hiker, I have never even been to Xiangshan. I don't know where the Kunlun Mountain Gate opens. Do you want me to lead the way?"

His reaction was finally as expected by the judge. The judge quickly said the prepared excuse and even his words were smoother: "The Lord may not know that the real soul-suppressing order in your hand is a piece of wood, which is the great god wood from Kunlun Mountain. The great god wood was planted by Pangu and lived with the heaven and earth. The top of Kunlun Mountain has always been the forbidden land of the gods, but this thing can be used as a pass."

Zhao Yunlan reached out and clicked the photo on the wanted order: "Then how can this... the 'Demon King' get up? Could it be that he has a back door, and he is Pangu's brother-in-law?"

"I dare not blaspheme the saint like this," said the judge in fear and fear. "I will not hide it from the Lord. This monster was born in the underworld, next to the ancient merit tree. The ancient merit tree and the sacred wood of Kunlun Mountain were originally one and a twin. He also had some connection with Kunlun, so..."

Zhao Yunlan said with a smile: "Is that the merit pen that set up a formation on the top of Kunlun Mountain also related to that tree?"

The judge didn't know what he meant and didn't dare to answer casually.

Zhao Yunlan said carelessly: "Under the Yellow Spring... Alas, why do I feel that it is very close to the mansion of the Soul-Slaying Envoy?"

After hearing this, the judge deliberately showed a hesitant expression on his face, and then said ambiguously: "It can be said that."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan's smile deepened, but his eyes were particularly cold. "It turned out that the judge was hinting me that the Soul-Slaying Envoy had a lot to do with the monster."

The judge didn't know whether he was really 25 or intentional, so he said these tacit words casually. He raised his eyes hesitantly and looked at Zhao Yunlan's expression, but could not see any clues.

The black skin book has been left to him. Does he know that Shen Wei is the Soul-Slaying Envoy?

Last time I sent a secret message, it was said that even blindness did not delay him getting out with a little lover. That should... I don't know, right? Otherwise, how could the Soul-Slaying Envoy tolerate it...

The judge calmed down, stretched out his hand and stroked his beard, and smiled concealedly: "How dare the villain discuss the weaknesses and strengths of the immortal behind his back? Let the Lord laugh."

Zhao Yunlan looked at him and reached out to touch his waist: "You want the Soul-Suppressing Order, right? I'll look for it for you."

The judge quickly waved his hand: "No, no, how dare we, the soul-suppressing order of Shenmu, move? We have to ask the Lord to go with us in person to Kunlun."
Chapter completed!