The best ingredients from Tianshi Mansion are placed on the table one by one.
Wei Yuan burned incense to calm his mind, dipped his talisman pen in cinnabar, silently recited the mantra in his heart, and his pen moved away dragons and snakes.
Ordinary people are dazzled by the spells and have already fallen on the yellow paper in the blink of an eye.
Wei Yuan exhaled and put away the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman.
In a whole morning, I only drew five talismans, and I felt exhausted. Because the magic power that Sili Xiaowei had cultivated with his magical powers had also reached its bottom. With his magic power and Taoism, it was impossible for the first-generation Celestial Master to do so.
In Zhang Daoling's time, he was just a fire-making boy.
Being able to draw five effective talismans means that the materials sent by Zhou Yi are of high quality and can avoid the loss of mana to the greatest extent. Otherwise, half of them would be useful, and Wei Yuan would have to burn incense.
After closing his eyes and resting his mind for a while, Wei Yuan took out a talisman and shook his hand. Under the stimulation of magic power, the talisman spontaneously ignited. Wei Yuan felt his five senses revive, and the world around him suddenly became clear.
Color, taste, and air flow are all under control.
In this state, as long as there are complex parts that are incompatible with the ordinary world, it will be extremely dazzling.
This is also the effectiveness of the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman.
According to his Taoism, this spell has a range of ten miles and a duration of about one stick of incense.
Wei Yuan looked around curiously and paused. To the south of the city, he could vaguely see a black evil aura rising into the sky. This was where the tiger escaped from trouble. It must have been far more than ten miles away.
But it can still be seen, showing its ferocity.
Wei Yuan's expression slightly condensed.
I don’t know if the tiger is still on Crouching Tiger Mountain.
And, after escaping from the trap, how much mana is left?
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One stick of incense and time passed.
One of the thousand-mile tracking talismans exhausted its effectiveness and turned into ashes.
Wei Yuan put away the remaining charms and stuffed them into one side of a specially made waist bag.
There are many small areas in the pocket. In addition to the Thousand-mile Tracking Talisman passed down from Crouching Tiger, there are also basic talismans from the special operations group. The evil-breaking and evil-killing talisman that allows ordinary people to kill spirits can calm ordinary people.
The peace and tranquility talisman that came down, as well as some modern methods to extract the effect of the elixir.
Wei Yuan would sigh in his heart every time.
It’s good to have the strength of the court behind you, and it’s great to have a rich family fortune.
If he were allowed to draw all these talismans by himself, he would probably be drained of all his magic power.
He then took out the eight-sided Han sword, carried it on his back, and pinned the broken sword that had the soul of a soldier on his back.
Quietly waiting for Zhou Yi's notification.
In the early hours of yesterday morning, Wei Yuan told Zhou Yi the news, and he also took a picture of the portrait and sent it to him. Although most ghosts are mysterious and unpredictable, it is still very simple to find people using modern means.
Comparison, screening, analysis, these boring and huge workloads can be completed by computers in a short time, but how to accurately find the person who is targeted by Tian's daughter among similar-looking people is also a problem.
After thinking for a while, Wei Yuan walked to the front of the museum and knocked on a wooden box.
Squeak.
The wooden box was opened.
A pair of shoes embroidered with gold and red were placed quietly inside. One of them was lying flat in the box, while the other was raising its toes, as if raising its head in question.
Wei Yuan thought for a while and said, "Want to listen to music?"
The red embroidered shoes danced a few steps in the box, like a heroine stepping onto the stage.
Wei Yuan smiled at the serious look and said:
"If you want, you have to do me a favor."
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Big data quickly found people in the entire Izumi City who looked similar to the Tian women from more than a thousand years ago, or had similar eyebrows and eyes, or the face shape. Among these seven million people, 35% of them were Tian women.
There are dozens of similar people.
Wei Yuan sent Zhou Yi another photo of the red embroidered shoes.
These dozen people are required to see this photo.
In the past, despite the great attraction of the Crouching Tiger waistband to demons and ghosts, Wei Yuan just glanced at the red embroidered shoes in the post bar photos, and was turned into a ghost by Wan Qiniang at night. Wan Qiniang had already passed away to heaven and earth, and the remaining
The magic remains in this pair of embroidered shoes.
Anyone who has come into contact with this pair of embroidered shoes, or seen photos of the embroidered shoes.
Within a certain range, there is a possibility of being infected by dreams.
This is also the reason why Wei Yuan wants to keep this guy by his side.
And when the range is expanded, the red embroidered shoes can also sense whether the person being targeted is being watched by other malicious people. Of course, if they really want to confront the painted skin, these red embroidered shoes have no power to resist.
However, Wei Yuan just wanted to use this characteristic to target the painted skin.
In the melodious sound of the opera, the red embroidered shoes suddenly kicked Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
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Shen Wenlei closed her laptop and rubbed her eyebrows.
I picked up the cup and wanted to take a sip of coffee, but found that it had already been finished.
She was the only one left in the office.
In the dark and cold city, the light in this office was so weak that it seemed like it would be swallowed up at any time.
She is a reporter.
She was investigating a disappearance case five years ago, but many clues were fragmented. Her colleagues around her also advised her not to investigate this hopeless matter, but she could not forget the aged faces of her parents.
A troubled conscience.
Some people say that journalists do not need a conscience, while others say that journalists must firmly guard their conscience.
She glanced at the bright smiling girl's face in the file on the computer, sighed, and closed the computer.
Her face was reflected in the darkened screen.
She has fair skin, slightly raised eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eyes.
Shen Wenlei packed up her things and left the office.
She lives a little on the edge of Quan City, but it's not too far away. It's just that it's a bit late today and there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road. It's even more so when she turns into an alley. There are no people in front or behind.
It was extremely quiet, and the only sound in my ears was her footsteps.
Shen Wenlei was immersed in the disappearance case and didn't care about it.
But she soon felt something was wrong.
Step, step, step...
The sound of a second person's footsteps came from behind.
Maybe they're on the same road.
Shen Wenlei told herself calmly.
But no matter how calm she was, she was still a girl in her twenties. Walking alone on the road at night, she was still a little nervous. She clutched her backpack and subconsciously speeded up her pace.
Step, step, step...
The footsteps behind me were slow and steady.
But he kept following her.
Time seems to be getting slower and slower, and the originally short road will never be completed.
In the cramped environment, fear gradually increased.
Shen Wenlei suddenly recalled the missing girl in her mind. Thinking of the whole story of the case, cold sweat broke out on her palms, and she began to feel scared. She walked forward quickly, but the footsteps also suddenly accelerated. Shen Wenlei's face turned pale, and her palms
Holding on to the backpack tightly, I started to run quickly towards the bright place ahead.
The footsteps suddenly accelerated.
Shen Wenlei was extremely lucky that she was wearing sneakers and the alley was not that long.
She finally ran to the entrance of the alleyway and walked to a bright place. She heard people talking in her ears. It was noisy, but she felt at ease like never before. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then, without thinking much, she subconsciously looked back.
The alley was quiet and empty, with nothing in it.
nobody?
Shen Wenlei exhaled and looked back with confusion and relief.
Then the blood coagulated instantly.
A face almost touched hers, grinning.
"Little girl, I want to borrow something from you..."
Shen Wenlei's blood ran cold, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her up in an instant. She wanted to scream for help, but at this time, she couldn't even open her mouth or move her fingers.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta.
At this moment, brisk footsteps came from behind.
Suddenly, the environment around Shen Wenlei changed dramatically, as if it had been stretched, or she was squinting from the car to look at the lights flashing outside quickly, and each light was pulled into a colorful ribbon. Then she suddenly realized that she was still in the deserted alley.
There is still more than a hundred meters to go.
But just as he turned around, five steps ahead, a woman was looking at him with scissors in her hand.
The scissors dripped blood.
But the woman no longer looked at Shen Wenlei, the prey, but looked to one side.
So Shen Wenlei also looked over subconsciously.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta.
Brisk footsteps.
A pair of red embroidered shoes danced under the moonlight, like a dancing girl, while a young man in black leaned against the wall, with a long sword behind his back and a peace-of-mind charm slowly burning into ashes, with a quiet voice:
"Ghosts break the wall, ghosts cover their eyes."
"There are three lights on a person. When walking at night, don't look back."
"Remember it for the future."
The skinny woman holding the scissors in her hand stared intently at the sword behind Wei Yuan, with a look of caution on her face.
He immediately rushed towards Shen Wenlei, whose hands and feet were weak due to fear.
The sword cannot be longer than three feet, it is too late.
A crisp, low roar and a sudden explosion of fire appeared in the alley at the same time.
The skeleton woman's body suddenly stagnated in the air, losing its original direction.
There was a look of astonishment on that face, and then bullet holes appeared one after another.
In the other direction, Zhou Yi, who was dressed in a suit and had short, sharp hair, threw away the empty magazine and neatly replaced it with a new one.
QSZ11 portable firearm made in China.
"What are you waiting for?"
Wei Yuan was stunned, then shook his head and smiled.
Sir, times have changed.
With a determined look on his face, he pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword from behind with his backhand, and threw himself forward.
Xuanyuan Sword Technique, Ghost Killing Style.
PS: I just want to thank a passing little person for the reward, thank you~