Wei Yuan searched in the museum for a long time and finally found a wooden box of suitable size.
He took out a pair of black iron scissors with his backhand. He first wrapped the scissors in a red cloth, then carefully put them into a wooden box. He took out the evil-proof talisman he had obtained from Zhou Yi and pasted it directly on the wooden box.
He went up, sealed the box, and finally dropped a drop of blood on the yellow talisman, forcibly injecting spirit into it to seal it, and then he let out a breath.
This pair of iron scissors is a feint that the Bone Girl uses to harm people.
From ancient times to the present, it is said that hundreds of people have had their chests and abdomen cut open and their skins peeled off by these scissors. Up to now, it is unknown how many lives have been lost. The evil aura above is extremely strong, and the red blood that has dissipated the previous vicious aura is unknown.
Embroidered shoes are different, they are something that can actually harm people.
Wei Yuan didn't know how to destroy this thing for the time being, but he felt it was a little unreliable to hand it over to Zhou Yi and the young man. After thinking about it, he decided to bring it back and rely on his own blood to suppress the evil thing and kill the bone girl.
Regarding the fact of itself, the iron shears were pressed into the wooden box.
After thinking about it, I put the evil-proof talisman on the doors, windows and walls, and put a talisman on all four sides of the house.
Then he took out the Crouching Tiger Waist Card and pressed it on the white paper.
Accompanied by a low hum, the tiger file appeared again on the white paper.
The majestic Lord and Spirit, the subordinate officials behind him, and the two maids holding lamps in front are all lifelike.
Only this time something changed.
Visibly to the naked eye, the maid holding the lamp on the left side of the file suddenly appeared like a white paper being burned by flames. It lit up with a pale gold color, and then suddenly dimmed, fading away from its original color, and it looked like this vivid and real picture of a tiger.
Suddenly there was an empty space, which was extremely uncoordinated.
And underneath the dimmed maid, a line of official script appeared.
Tian's daughter, whose painted skin was considered a monster, was executed.
A stroke of blood crossed the line of official script, indicating the fate of this monster.
The painted skin this time was much stronger than the painted skin slaves he faced before and the kid who had spied on Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan failed to get any merit. He looked at the file and had a guess in his mind. Since it was
The tiger's maid, I'm afraid she has to kill a few big monsters in this file and settle the matter together.
And I think it's extremely rich.
"...Tiger, an official, maid on the right."
Wei Yuan brushed his fingers over the files one by one.
He was a little curious. The record of the maid on the right stated that she had been killed, but why was there still a portrait of her in the file?
Doubts flashed through his mind, and Wei Yuan drew his sword and chopped the file into pieces, and the spiritual energy on it slowly dispersed.
It was not until the breath on it had dissipated that no ghosts would be watching, then he took off the talisman on the door and walked out.
It's time to cook.
Chasing Hua Pi all the way is very draining of energy.
The fierce battle is even more time-consuming, but extremely labor-intensive.
He was already very hungry.
While cutting the pork into pieces and blanching it, he looked towards the sofa in front of him.
A bunch of ghosts gathered in front to look at the computer.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta.
Among the ghosts, the pair of red embroidered shoes danced briskly on the keyboard, and then called up a video. Wei Yuan took the time to take a look, and it turned out to be an acquaintance again, the mukbang named Zhang. This time his fans were online and paying attention.
The number of people has changed drastically compared to before.
The table is still filled with all kinds of meat dishes.
Still without saying a word, he ate hungrily.
Bite the Achilles tendons of meat, grind vegetables with teeth, grind bones into dregs, pick up a bowl as big as a basin, drink the food inside mixed with the soup, then put the basin down with force, and grab the greasy food
The pig's trotters continued to chew.
An emotion that does not require words is conveyed through the computer screen.
Fragrant, so fragrant!
Hungry, so hungry!
The water ghost in front of the computer swallowed saliva that didn't exist.
strangeness……
Wei Yuan stopped what he was doing and looked at the man on the screen.
The mukbang's body and limbs were still skinny, and he still looked like the gentle man before, but his belly was extremely bulging, his shirt was stretched to the floor, his limbs were skinny, and his abdomen was swollen. He obviously looked very full, but still
Never satisfied, keep eating.
So hungry, so hungry.
So hungry!!!
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"That's the way it is..."
Zhou Yi and Song Xinghuai, a young man from Longhu Mountain, stood respectfully, facing the screen, and recounted what happened today. In ancient times, the art of sound transmission over thousands of miles, the art of taking photos in the moonlight, and modern technology could not be used by non-monsters in ancient times.
With the help of it, it is already something that can be done easily.
On the screen in front are an old man and a middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a sword.
The Taoist frowned and said, "What do you think?"
"Xinghuai, you say."
When Song Xinghuai heard his master calling him, he hesitated and replied:
"Of course, the disciple did not believe what the demon said, but those words have survived for thousands of years, and the fear in them did not seem to be fake. After that, the master of the Weiyuan Hall used the Xuanyuan Sword Technique that had been lost for a long time in the Tianshi Mansion. The disciple saw
Yes, its moves and diagrams are almost the same. When wielding the sword, there is also the charm of dragon and tiger accompanying it, so..."
The Taoist frowned and shook his head, scolding:
"absurd!"
"This...Master?"
"How is it possible that there are people who are more than a thousand years old in the world and are still alive? Even Pengzu in ancient times did not live as long as he did."
"As for him soaking in blood to form a talisman, we can only say that he has been deeply immersed in the talisman path along the way, and the Xuanyuan Sword Jue, huh, I still have the sword formula map in my Tianshi Mansion. Who among the disciples in the sect can't
Use one or two methods? How do you know that he is using Xuanyuan Sword Technique to move his energy, instead of just having a deep Taoist practice and picking up a sword casually to be powerful? "
"Dragon and Tiger Charm, there are many techniques that can be achieved in our Tianshi Mansion. Even with the vastness of China, although our Tianshi Mansion has lost the Xuanyuan Sword Technique, there are still some that have not been destroyed in the hidden places of famous mountains and rivers."
The remaining transcripts are unknown."
"It's just a sword trick, and the monster's Taoist mind is disturbed by a false statement. Who really thinks that there is anyone who is so advanced that he is more than a thousand years old? If so, the painted skinned girl is just a little demon that can be destroyed easily. How can he
Do you still need to use the Xuanyuan Sword Technique?"
After asking again and again, Song Xinghuai had no words to answer, and in the end he could only bow his hands and salute.
The Taoist shook his head and said: "You will be punished by going back to the mountain to retreat for three months after this incident."
"This...is, disciple respects your order."
The old man next to him stroked his beard and said, "The matter between master and disciple is over, let's talk about some serious business."
"Zhou Yi, when the bone girl begged for mercy, she once said that there was still Tiger Lord?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "Exactly."
The old man frowned for a long time and said: "It seems that there is a tiger spirit that has entered the Shinto on that mountain. No wonder it would give birth to monsters like painted skin slaves, but fortunately, in the wilderness, mountains and rivers
In the meantime, those violent firearms of today can also be put to use."
"However, the location still needs to be surveyed to prevent the power from being too spread out. You can arrange this."
"yes."
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It was a bright morning, and there was still a little mist in the mountains.
A car was driving hard on a rugged mountain road, and finally stopped with great difficulty.
Xuan Yi, a disciple of the Weiming Sect, and three police officers got out of the car and looked at the morning mist in the mountains with solemn expressions. This is the mountain village closest to the newly appeared mountain range. The drone will lose contact as soon as it flies into the mountain. For
To survey the terrain, they can only do it themselves.
The morning fog lingers in the mountains.
Xuan Yi and others walked forward with their flashlights on, but stopped after walking no more than a dozen steps.
In front, several men and women wearing clothes from the Ming Dynasty stood quietly in the mist, saying nothing.