The Ninth Secret Bureau

There are more and more embers floating in the sky. Chen Xian is standing in the dark corner of the alley, and from time to time he has to slap his clothes a few times. Although the embers do not cause much damage to him, it is always a little uncomfortable to fall on his clothes. .

At this time, a strange cold wind has blown in the lane.

This gust of wind is like a sudden outsider. It is in the opposite direction to the cold wind that has been blowing in the roadway. It is in fierce conflict with each other and is incompatible. The location of the junction of these two winds happened to be placed on the ground by Lu Yisheng. On the wooden man.

That's right, that wooden man is the boundary between wind and wind.

"The Yin Qi here is too heavy... It's a bit difficult to control it..." Lu Yisheng's hands were tied with the seal, his face flushed as if his neck was pinched, and he spoke while speaking. , His forehead has been sliding down in cold sweat, "Don't drop the chain... Xiao Luban, get up quickly..."

The wooden man slumped on the ground motionless, with his head drooping listlessly. The whole wooden man seemed to feel autistic, but the difference was that after Lu Yisheng started to cast the spell, hundreds of them appeared on his body. Qian had black lines like a blood vessel network, and the facial features on his face also lit up with red light.

I don’t know if it was made by Lu Yisheng deliberately, or whether it has been a magical instrument of this shape from ancient times to the present. The red-lit facial features of the wooden man look like the facial expression of a line man, probably like this: (ー_ー)

Previously, Chen Xian felt a bit tired and sleepy, but after witnessing Lu Yi cast a curse to control the wooden man, the expression on Chen Xian's face became more subtle. He only felt that the comedy shows on TV were not as brilliant as Lu Yisheng’s performance, because He discovered that Lu Yisheng had a hidden skill-Yan Yi.

In the dim alleyway, Lu Yisheng was at a stalemate with Mu Ren.

Lu Yishengヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ: "What are you doing for me!"

Mu Ren (ー_ー): "..."

Lu Yishengヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ: "I've turned my face!"

Mu Ren (ー_ー): "..."

Lu Yishengヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ: "I have to stop me from coming to Taiwan, right? I will light you up with a lighter now!"

Blockhead(·_·):"…"

When I heard Lu Yisheng say to light it with a lighter, the expression on Muman’s face changed. It seemed that he didn’t want to talk to Lu Yisheng but had to deal with him. Muman reluctantly got up from the ground and crossed it. Looking at Lu Yisheng from the waist down.

Although there were only simple lines on its face, Chen Xian could still feel the provocative taste.

"This is your magic weapon?" Chen Xian asked cautiously.

"...Ah, yes, it looks okay? Isn't it very spiritual?" Lu Yisheng flushed with shame, but still pretended to have a calm tone, "Our family's magic weapon That's it, boss, don't think too much about it."

"It's okay, I don't think much." Chen Xian nodded earnestly, saying that he would never think too much, but the corner of his mouth was slightly bent in a nice arc, and it seemed that he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yisheng was also a little annoyed, walked up to the wooden man angrily, pinched it by the waist and lifted it up.

"You babble with me again, believe it or not I burned you?"

The wooden man thought for a while and nodded to express his belief.

"Now I'll send you a task, and you will do it well for me. If you can't handle it well, don't blame me for using you as firewood." Lu Yisheng snorted coldly.

Hearing this, the head of the wooden man was like a spinning top, rotating more than a dozen times in a row of 360 degrees.

Lu Yisheng did not understand the meaning of Mu Ren, but Chen Xian did. It means—

I don't want to ask you to find someone else.

At this point Chen Xian almost understood that this wooden human artifact seemed to be very spiritual, it had independent thinking ability, and it was almost a living being.

Since it has the ability to think... then it should also have the instincts that life should have...

Thinking of this, Chen Xian slowly walked towards Lu Yisheng.

"You little thing dare to play sideways with me?!" Lu Yisheng held the wooden man in his hand and shook wildly, cursing 10,000 people in his mouth. If I don’t know how to be four or six, I’ll just..."

The wooden man was unmoved, he didn't take Lu Yisheng's words seriously, his head was still mocking the spinning top, buzzing three hundred and sixty degrees.

But suddenly, the movement of turning its head stopped without warning. It found that its head was being held tightly by a cold hand, and a feeling of extreme danger came from the unfamiliar palm. .

"If you are not obedient, I will eat you." Chen Xian bent over halfway and whispered softly in the ear of the wooden man. From a certain angle, his voice was so gentle that he couldn't hear the least. Threatening taste, "I haven't eaten magical objects made of wood...I'm still quite curious about your taste."

The wooden man gave up all the struggling movements in an instant, and stayed in Chen Xian's palm very well, until he let go of the wooden man, it remained motionless.

Lu Yisheng looked at it gleefully and asked, "Are you obedient now?"

The wooden man nodded in a hurry, indicating that he was absolutely obedient.

"I'm telling you, this is the boss I recognize, but he doesn't shy away from eating anything. If you don't listen to me...humph, just wait for him as a supper!"

Chen Xian agreed with Lu Yisheng's threat to the wooden man, and he didn't mind becoming the monster that eats everything in his mouth. In Chen Xian's view, this wooden man is just a word, owe!

Talk to it in a good voice, it doesn't take you seriously, it doesn't take you seriously at all, only if you turn your face against it, this little thing is willing to communicate with you.

"I'm not asking you to die. Anyway, you know in your heart that I won't force you to do anything." Lu Yisheng said, taking out the bamboo piece from the stump of the paper man from his backpack and handing it to the wooden man. , "I suspect that the talisman on this is the ghost controlling talisman. You can smell it carefully and try to find out the person who casts the spell by following this talisman."

The wooden man moved awkwardly to take the bamboo piece, put his head on it and pressed the talisman tightly, and the red light from the facial features also became bright and dark, like some kind of high-speed machine, the frequency of light flashing was very fast.

This state lasted for about half a minute. The wooden man seemed to have remembered the smell of the talisman on this piece of bamboo. He slowly moved his head away, looked up at Chen Xian and Lu Yisheng, and nodded heavily.

"It's done!" Lu Yisheng's eyes lit up and his expression was very proud, "Boss, I am a powerful magic weapon!"

"Well, great." Chen Xian nodded and smiled, "With your help, I am more sure about this case."

Perhaps he could hear Chen Xian's sincere tone, Lu Yisheng also smiled embarrassedly, scratched his face and said, "I'm just playing a supporting role, and you are the leader."

At this moment, the little wooden man standing on the ground suddenly turned around, raising his arms high like an antenna, and then suddenly pointed forward to the exit leading to the central garden, accompanied by the flashing red light on its face. There was also an electronic beep sound in the body.

"In the front?" Lu Yisheng asked.

The wooden man nodded.

"Is it far?" Lu Yisheng asked again.

The wooden man thought for a while, nodded and shook his head.

"How far are we from the goal?" Lu Yisheng said with a frown.

"It is good for it to perceive the location of the target, and it can also understand if the distance is not clear. Let's go and see it." Chen Xian said, raising his hand and rubbing his stomach, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

What's wrong with me?

Chen Xian was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand what was going on.

It seems that since the last time I ate that Sha, my stomach hasn't been very right. I always have a feeling of accumulating food. Is it sick?

"Boss? Are you feeling well?" Lu Yisheng asked with some worry. Seeing Chen Xian holding his stomach with an abnormal expression, his heart also hung up.

Under the current situation, if Chen Xian really had some accident, then he might have an accident with Chen Xian...He didn't have the confidence to be able to escape through the house alone.

"It's okay, maybe it's a bit of food accumulation." Chen Xian said, and took out a board of stomachic digestion tablets from his pocket.

When Lu Yisheng heard this, his heart suddenly became more suspenseful, and countless scenes of Chen Xian becoming a paperman flashed in his brain.

It’s not because you ate those things.....poisoned, right? ?

"What's the matter?" Chen Xian noticed the change in Lu Yisheng's eyes and couldn't help asking, "Is there something on my face? What do you keep staring at me?"

"Boss... Do you feel weak all over?" Lu Yisheng asked cautiously.

Chen Xian just thought for a while, and he saw what Lu Yisheng was worried about.

"no."

Chen Xian said, and then he seemed to feel that his answer was not perfect enough to overcome the bad luck in Lu Yisheng's words, so he finally added one more word eloquently.

"roll."