Lie Huo Jiao Chou

As soon as Xiao Zheng finished speaking, he heard the car approaching. A bus with the logo of the Exotic Control Bureau drove over. The window dropped, and Huang Zhu poked out his head and beckoned to Xiao Zheng: "Follow me."

"Special detention center." After Xiao Zheng got into the car, after listening to the command of the driver, he turned to Xiao Zheng and said, "The colleague over there just called me. The old director has an accident. You have a mentality. ready."

Xiao Zheng kept his heart tight: "What's the situation?"

"I don't know yet," Huang Ju shook his head. "It was okay when the lights were turned off at night. The staff on duty got up at midnight and glanced at the monitor unintentionally, and found that he rolled off the bed, his body twitching for unknown reasons, and now he is being sent to the rescue. "

During the talk, a lightning fell, illuminating Huang Ju's face. The temperature was already low. At this time, it had fallen below the freezing point. The heavy rain became freezing rain and snow, and the driving vision was extremely poor.

The on-site intercom in the car reported the situation at any time. Huang Bureau listened for a moment and said to Xiao Zheng: "I suspect the old director has something to do with the building."

Xiao Zheng: "Yellow Bureau, I don't understand. Our Bureau has always been the government's public affairs department. Even you are sent by your superiors ..."

"Yes, we are a public affairs department. It was only established in recent decades. In order to monitor the abnormal energy response across the country, similar institutions are available in countries all over the world." Huang Bureau said, "But we are not the same as the observatory. We work The nature determines that we have 'history'. If there is history, there are also issues left over from history. Although our institution is new, due to cost considerations, the location of the General Administration and the various protective matrixes attached to it are all It was rebuilt and expanded on the basis of the 'predecessor'. Our predecessor was not the legendary 'Qingping Division', you should guess, otherwise there would be a mother-in-law and I would not be an ordinary person in charge of the General Administration. "

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a while that some "special talents" have long life spans. In this case, they are indeed older than the Exotic Administration.

"Seven hundred years ago, after the Qingping Division was abolished, abnormal energy activities became weaker and weaker. Until modern times ... around the Second World War, the birth rate of the special population increased again, and related events occurred frequently. This became a problem before liberation. There is no unified organization, just like the Jianghu sects in the old days. There will be many special small groups in the civil society, some for fame and fortune, and some for morality. In short, if something goes wrong, whoever runs into it will be in charge. The pattern is similar to what you met at the Penglai Conference. Except for a group of special talents who are active in the western suburbs of Yongan, they don't have 'sects' like others and call themselves 'mutual aid associations.' "

"The name of the Mutual Aid Society is very trendy, but its history is no shorter than that of other martial arts. At that time, people in it were involved in all walks of life. The characteristics were that there was no martial art inheritance. The special abilities were almost awakened the day after tomorrow. They held a group. Help each other who is just awake and able to adapt to a new life. And because they are all ordinary people, their style of work is more like ordinary people, they are more willing to consider for ordinary people, and they are more open-minded. "

"When the government first decided to set up a foreign-control bureau, it wanted to invite folk dignitaries everywhere, but ... you mother-in-law and those of you, you know, people simply look down on ordinary people and call the wind on their own ground. I do n’t like to be bound by so many rules ... and the treatment we give is so different, so we shirk our refusal. Only this group of people in the western suburbs of Yongan responded to the call of the organization, so it became an exception. The earliest founders of the bureau. At that time, we had no foundation and did not even have a decent office location. They gave up their activity centers and put them into use after refurbishing. They have been running well for many years and cultivated a batch of Talented people have developed the scale they are now. "

Xiao Zheng: "In the end is that tree ..."

Huang Ju shook his head: "That tree has always been a dead tree, because many of the Mutual Aid Associations are very delicately arranged. When they were rebuilt, they were not willing to break the original structure. The tree did not affect anything. It was pretty, so it was always inside. Now-the old director was a member of the Mutual Aid Society, if possible ... eh? "

The special detention center is an affiliate of the Exclusion Control Bureau. It is not far from the headquarters. A few words of work have arrived. After passing a blind-eye circle, you can see that the cordon at the gate of the detention center is pulled up. The staff of Yishui are wearing special clothes. Isolation clothing.

"Yellow Bureau," the person in charge stopped them from far away. "The situation of the old director is unknown. We do not know whether it is a curse or an infectious disease. The entire detention center is isolated. It is too dangerous. Do n’t enter ... "

"I'll go." Xiao Zheng got out of the car and ran through it after passing a suit of isolation clothing, going faster and faster. He just met the old director a few days ago and made an appointment for him to meet him ...

When I arrived at the medical department of the special detention center, I heard the harsh fire alarm inside. Xiao Zheng almost bumped into a doctor who rushed out. The doctor's glasses were crooked, and his legs were mixed with garlic. squat.

Xiao Zheng grabbed him: "Hey, you're fine ..."

"You guys have been dead for a few days. Can you send it to the crematorium? What first aid?"

Xiao Zheng hesitated. At this moment, he smelled a scorched smell, and the back ridge suddenly felt a coolness. It was the intuition of danger in the field. He turned abruptly, only to find a "human" who described the withering Standing at the door, Xiao Zheng almost pulled out / gun on the spot—the man's hair was all white, his old face was a bluish wax, his eyes were covered with a turbid film, and his wrists and neck outside the hospital clothes There were several dark corpses, and there were signs of rot in the corners of his mouth.

Completely a zombie that emerged from the biochemical crisis!

Even more mournful than ordinary zombies, their feet were still on fire, heavy black smoke burst out from those two thin-footed legs, the emergency room did not have the function of sending and receiving rockets, and the sound of a fire alarm blew heartbreaking.

"Zombie" rattled in his throat: "Say ..."

Xiao Zheng took a step back and was shocked to find that this "zombie" was the old director.

"Tell ... Tong ..."

Xiao Zheng somehow: "Who?"

At this time, he saw the old director make a very strange action—he turned his head and looked into the glass window to see his reflection, and raised his hand if he dare not touch it, as if he wanted to hold his face, Emoticon.

It was a very feminine, looking in the mirror.

Even deeper in the middle of the night, a centenarian old man, a female ghost possessed, and no one around him ...

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a moment, couldn't help pinching a pouch of Renminbi in his pocket, and said alertly, "You're not the old director. What are you doing?"

At this time, in the storm-stricken building of the Extermination Control Bureau, Xuan Yuan grabbed a vine that was tangled around his neck, and the fire flowed out of his palm. The vine suddenly became a fire whip, and raised to the white shadow group He removed, and with the dead trees in the hall, a pile of flammable materials were carried by him.

"I am so big. For the first time, I have seen so many dandruff trees-Lingyuan, what do you say, they are all sacrifices to A Luojin and King Weiyu?"

"You are too afraid of demons." The flying white shadows didn't wait for Sheng Lingyuan to answer, and said, "Just like you are afraid of Abyss."

Xuan Ye said well: "Put your mother ..."

"As soon as you heard of Abyss' instability, you could not wait all day long. Seeing that the demon and the demon who had been sealed in the past reappeared one by one, and all shouted that Abyss would rekindle, are you nervous? The people themselves are all five poisonous, greedy There is no shortage of idiots, but they talk about the change of magic color, and they ca n’t live in peace and prosperity. There are a lot of flowers and there is no shadow under the light. Once the monsters appear, you must attack them regardless of innocence, lest you kill them slowly. Those monsters You are going to grow like a human being ... isn't it, Her Majesty? The sacrifices are yours.

They are not a single voice, nor do they deliberately speak in unison. Basically, they all talk about each other, but because the tone of the voice seems to be one, they are mixed in such a mess, they are not messy, and they are very harmonious, reminiscent of countless points in Qingping Town / Body shadow.

Wait ... Shadowman?

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze fell on the big tree in the middle of the Exotic Bureau—the dead trunk was covered with dead vines, both of which used to be grey fossilized faces like living fossils. It was taken for granted that the tree and the surrounding vines were one, until At this time, Sheng Lingyuan discovered that when the inferior slaves bowed to the formation and harvested their lives frantically, the only thing that grew wild was the tree, and the vine pattern wrapped around it did not move. There was no intention to follow Yang, but it looked like a sturdy lock.

And this "lock" had already been broken by thunder at this time, and unfortunately was stunned by the fire and was burning inch by inch.

In the special detention center, the fire on the "Old Director" 's legs had spread to his knees.

"You wait a moment." Xiao Zheng coughed a few times, pulled out a fire extinguisher from the corridor, and sprayed it on the old director. "Forbearance, I am not a water system."

The fire on the old director's body blatantly violated the laws of physics, and he was too lazy to give a response to the fire extinguisher.

"This is Suzaku from the fire, it can't be extinguished." "The old director" shook his head. "The fire is not here, it's me who is on fire."

Xiao Zheng: "..."

This ghost story is endless!

"I'm ..." the old director said weakly, "the tree vine under your building."

At this time, Wang Ze sent a voice message: "Director Xiao, the proclaimed director Xuan does not know what the situation is now, the phone can't be reached, our building is on fire now! I don't see if it was the fire bird who put it. Fishing for him? "

Xiao Zheng: "..."

In the sea of ​​fire in the Exotic Administration Building, Sheng Lingyuan was surrounded by Xuan Yuan's wings to isolate the surrounding Mars. He suddenly raised his head: "You are the shadow man raised by the demon king."

Like the other races, the nobles and nobles will also raise shadow people, but even if they are the masters of the heart, raising three or four shadow people is already extreme, because the shadow people will automatically grow as long as the master likes, and The master is often not as "fraternity" as he imagined. If the shadow slaves exceed a certain amount, they are basically the same as a mother. At first glance, the master cannot distinguish who is who, but is burdensome.

Therefore, after the death of the demon king, the human race broke into the demon king's palace and was shocked to see the hundred or so shadow figures raised in the Gouge Tower.

What's more, those filmmakers are male and female, and fat and thin, and they are all grown up. No one looks like anyone. At first glance, the demon king seems to be a fraternity of sentient beings and treats them equally.

Sheng Lingyuan remembered Dan Li said that the demon king had swallowed too much and diluted his nasty blood to almost faint. Together with his "self", the blood was broken in repeated revisions.

So he didn't even know his likes and dislikes.

The shadow kings of the demon king are all troubled, and they are buried in the land after being processed by Dan Li. Dan Li always couldn't handle this little thing. Sheng Lingyuan was full of his fissure sword at that time. I only listened to the report. I didn't ask much. I just remember that Dan Li was the place where he handled the shadow man. Not far, it seems ... it's near Xishan in Yong'an.

Xuan Yuan looked at Sheng Lingyuan: "Neglect?"

The shadow king of the demon king can also let go, which is a little negligent.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned: "Impossible, Dan Li never neglects."

When Xuan Yuan heard the words "Dan Li", he was furious: "Tell him, what is love and what is it, just kill it."

His family crest was so hot that he rolled a whirlwind-like flame all over his body, whistling and rolling towards Baiying. Only the half of the Extermination Control Building was finally unbearable.

Bai Ying, who was originally imprisoned in the building, flew in all directions, like a smoke, laughing loudly, and Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Yuan followed closely behind.

All the flowers bloomed in the snow and ice of the western mountains.

It was cold and warm again.

Wang Ze just saw this scene through the telescope. The whole person was not good. He turned his head and complained to Xiao Zheng: "This time it's not on fire, the boy has collapsed the building! He is finished! He has to sell himself to the next life! They Jia Jianling is a net red and can't redeem himself! "

Before hearing this message, Xiao Zheng saw the "old director" who called himself "vine" screamed in a mute voice. The flame near his knees had been put on his waist, and he could no longer stand and knelt on the ground. .

Xiao Zheng quickly said to Wang Ze, "You let him put out the fire first ..."

"Old director" grabbed his trouser legs: "I'm already dead in the sky, otherwise I can't leave the body, I just have a little sympathy with my corpse ... you tell him, tell Tong, you can't kill Those ... 'obsessed' ... "

Xiao Zheng was so confused that he couldn't understand every word. He didn't know if he had a problem with his ears, or he was talking nonsense. So he turned on the phone recording function: "Can't kill anything? You Speak slowly and say it again. "

"That was the offspring left by the shadows in the Goblin Tower, the demon king. The shadows were born to the shadows of the parents, and they were born to recognize the masters of their parents. But the demon is dead. These shadows are not born, they become A pile of fragmented obsessions was sealed by Emperor Shidan in the Shadow Man's Tomb ... It was the tree that later generations did not know, and thought that dead wood was a lightning tree, a **** tree, and a temple for it. Over time, I Both the tree and the tree gave birth to spiritual wisdom ... like ... in the Suzaku Temple ... the idols ... "

"In order to overwhelm him, I managed to entrust a dream to a descendant of a witch who has returned to his ancestors, taught him a spell, and let him believe in me ... for hundreds of years, a small mutual aid society came out, which is ... The predecessor. But he has deceived countless demon descendants by the demon king, making the sacrifice gloomy, and devouring the power of the chaos of the world ... and broke away from me. If I kill or kill him, the magic of nowhere to circle will go straight into Akabuchi, there are no thirty-seven in the world ... Suzaku bones ... "

The flame on his body “screamed” and slumped his face: “You were originally ... tell him, he ...”

Xiao Zheng was forced a step back by the blazing flames, took a breath, and called Wang Ze: "Who is Xuan Ye fighting with?"

Wang Ze held the telescope and replied: "A ball of pm2.5-dust and noise reduction is our expertise in the water system. You are on the way to support, you can rest assured."

"You two have come together and have never done anything to reassure me," Xiao Zheng sent the recording over. "Someone asked me to give him a message, you can find a way to tell him, hurry up!"

After receiving it, Wang Ze heard it again, and he heard the mosquito-repellent incense in his eyes, totally baffled, and only understood the slang word "Can't kill".

"Give me a speaker." Wang Ze found a speaker and pointed it at the phone.

At this time, Sheng Lingyuan's large net woven with magical energy had been formed, and he shrank his fingers and wrapped those white shadows in a net.

A "beep" passed through my ears.

The Suzaku fire in Xuanyuan's hands turned into countless rockets, almost stabbed by the noise: "Carp, where are you from? Sick ..."

The sound that has been amplified several times is a bit distorted in the night sky.

"... to build a temple for it ... like ... the idol in the Suzaku Temple ..."

Bai Ying, who was caught by Sheng Lingyuan, had a weird smile on his face.

Xuan Yuan heard the word "god", and clenched his hands, leaving the rocket.

"... Kill him, and the magical energy that has nowhere to circle will go straight into Abyss. There are no thirty-seven roots in the world ... Suzaku bones ..."

Sheng Lingyuan was frightened in a horror, and he caught the magic in one shot, but he was pulled back to himself by the ultimate big web backwash, and Xuan Yuan pounced on him without thinking.

Fengshen, who came from the other direction, pressed the timeout regardless of whether it was thirty-seven.

For a second, Xuan Yuan rolled out Sheng Lingyuan.

Immediately afterwards, the sky ’s rockets were entangled with the black mist, and they fell down, like sunlight falling on the sea of ​​the North Hades, and fine gold wires jumping on the dead water.

Xuan Ling sighed and couldn't help swearing.

Sheng Lingyuan's complexion suddenly gloomed after a moment's slump-since there is a mountain pledge, which is not the same for anyone?

Why stop him?

His eyes slowly fell on Xuan Yuan's elbow.

When Xuan Ling fell to the ground, he broke his clothes and elbow together, but he was just a little bit trauma, and it was all right.

But there was no trace of Sheng Lingyuan.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I was going to postpone it until the afternoon, but I didn't expect to be late.

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