God Killer

() Another ten monthly tickets, add more!However, it is estimated that it will be updated tomorrow. The child has pneumonia and has to go to the hospital for an infusion, so today's update is late, and I may not be able to make it three!If not updated today, it will be delivered tomorrow!

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A blinding white snow, Zheng Xian stood by the window and looked out at the world covered by ice and snow overnight.

Although the 33rd floor is not a real skyscraper, it can still have a bird's-eye view of the city. Zheng Xian is holding a cup of steaming scented tea in his hand, and the TV news in his ear is broadcasting the coming of the cold tide, and the weather forecast of the cold winter in the previous month .

Zheng Xian has already walked out of the pain of broken thoughts. After the broken thoughts healed, he was actually a little stronger than before. This was an unexpected surprise for Zheng Xian. The original Zheng Xian's thoughts were like a little burst of pain. The gentle breeze could only make the candle wobble, but now Zheng Xian's thoughts should be able to blow out the candle.

Looking at the white snow outside, Zheng Xian seemed to remember why he didn't like white color anymore. After building the bridge of heaven and earth, Zheng Xian's memory of the past became clearer and clearer, and the things he had forgotten are now slowly disappearing. get it back.

The distaste for white is vaguely due to two things, and Zheng Xian remembered one of them at this time.

It was also such a season when the cold winter came early, only ten-year-old Zheng Xian escaped from the old farmer's house, with thin clothes covering his body and bare feet, in a white barren mountain, and the only one with him was the one behind him A row of footprints sunken in a snow pit.

His hands and feet were black and purple from the cold, and his ears were red, swollen and numb. In such a snowy field, Zheng Xian couldn't find any food to satisfy his hunger for a day and a night. At that time, what Zheng Xian wanted to eat most was his own hands!

The frail figure was hunched over in the lonely barren mountain. Looking around, all he could see was a vast expanse of white color. The bright sun magnified this white color to the extreme, dazzling as if it was the only one in the world. There are two things left: Zheng Xian and Bai Se.

But this Bai se is definitely not Zheng Xian's partner, but an evil opponent who deliberately wants to kill him.Zheng Xian was in a daze, and still couldn't remember how he crossed the white mountains and returned to the city. This part of the painful memory was selectively abandoned. Zheng Xian was a person who was afraid of suffering, because he knew too well What happened to the suffering, so I don't want to recall the pain I had at the beginning.

For Zheng Xian, white represents hatred, enemies, hunger, cold, loneliness, suffering, sadness, and all the pain that Zheng Xian can feel.

So Zheng Xian hates this color!

Gently took a sip of the scented tea in the cup, perhaps because he remembered something he didn't want to think of, Zheng Xian still felt his mouth was full of bitterness, grabbed four or five pieces of rock sugar and put them into the cup, and dropped the remaining one into his mouth , Chewed it up, let it melt slowly, all the taste buds on the tip of the tongue were happy, so that Zheng Xian felt a little better, and then the thick curtain was drawn by Zheng Xian, completely isolating the white world from himself .

Ding dong, ding dong, Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and the doorbell rang again...

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"Search Mountain Map!"

Xia Qing's residence is much warmer than Zheng Xian's, which is full of modern decoration, glass, iron, and thick tiles.

It looks like a princess's boudoir, with curtain decorations everywhere, pink, blue, yellow, all kinds of colors, but under Xia Qing's careful arrangement, the complicated The colors are perfectly blended together, without giving people a noisy feeling, and even comfortable and pleasing to the eye, walking into this house is like being in a sea of ​​flowers, coupled with the unique fragrance of Xia Qing The breath, more and more makes people feel a kind of comfort zone, and once they enter it, they don't want to fall into the chaotic world again.Xia Qing has never studied art, let alone decorating, everything is based on feeling. This may also be a kind of talent. The ancients said that Lan Xinhui has quality, but I don't know what it means.

Xia Qing's salary is a little over [-] a month, not too much, not too little, and it's not a problem to maintain a normal girl's expenses. Zheng Xian is so particular about eating and drinking, so the expenses are not big, the main reason is that cosmetics are consumed a lot, [-]% of a month's salary is smeared on the face, isn't that woman cruel to her appearance?The advantage of spending money is that Xia Qing's skin is indeed very good, it can be broken by blows, even without makeup and pure makeup, she can still be called flawless!

Xia Qing's salary is medium, mainly because the benefits are not bad. Although this residence is not as luxurious as Zheng Xian's rented house, and the grade of the community is also slightly inferior, but there is no need to pay rent. This house is specially equipped for her by the Sixth Business Department Yes, there is no need to consider security issues at all. A person who is in charge of the key to the most important archive of the Sixth Business Department should indeed enjoy this kind of security measure.

Xia Qing's salary next month will be 4 yuan.For Xia Qing, if she doesn't consider the hardships and even the danger behind her, it can actually make her a little excited, and she can start planning for many things she wants to buy.

Xia Qing is not a personal bodyguard. Last night, he walked with Deputy Director Lin on the snow for more than an hour. That damned guy didn't even have the slightest thought of pity. He was carved out of the same mold as that damned Zheng Xian. They are all inhumane things. Although Deputy Director Lin said that even the duration of urination should be recorded, Xia Qing actually does not need to follow him 24 hours a day. According to Deputy Director Lin, there are people on night shift. It also made Xia Qing breathe a long sigh of relief.

After thinking about it all night, Xia Qing also figured it out. Deputy Director Lin's position is more sensitive, so everything must be recorded. It is probably a self-protection technique to get rid of suspicion after something happens. As for what to get rid of, Xia Qing didn't know, and didn't bother to think about these things that had nothing to do with her.

At this time, Xia Qing was wearing a loose home clothes, and completely hid a pair of plump jade rabbits. The glasses were thrown aside, the eyes were slightly squinted, staring at the screen, and the slender white fingers were constantly tapping the keyboard, making crisp sounds.

Enter the words "Soushantu" and click "Search", a row of words and pictures appeared in front of Xia Qing.

Xia Qingyuan thought that the Soushan map was a big secret, but he just searched it with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but he didn't expect that there were so many information about the Soushan map.

Upon seeing these pictures, Xia Qing was sure that this was the tattoo pattern on the tattooed man she saw. Of course, the layout and the monsters on it were somewhat different, but it could be seen that the two were of the same origin.

Sou Shan Tu, also known as Erlang Sou Shan Tu, is a very famous work from the Song and Yuan dynasties. It tells the story of Erlang God leading the heavenly soldiers and generals to search for demons in the mountains.

To Xia Qing's surprise, those hideous looking things that she thought were ghosts were actually not ghosts, but Erlang Shen's subordinates, the heavenly soldiers of the gods. The poor women and beasts in the book are the real monsters, while the ferocious generals hold swords, guns, swords and halberds, set eagles and dogs, block the monsters from front to back, make the monsters have nowhere to escape, and slaughter them.

Come on, Erlang God was praised as a positive person, but after reading this volume, Xia Qing got the opposite impression.Those magic soldiers and generals, all of them are vicious and fierce, making people hate them, but those monsters have kind faces, and the hasty scene of terrified escape is sympathetic.

The comments on the Internet are very good. I don't know whether the authors in the Song and Yuan Dynasties were intentional or not, so that the viewers will naturally think of the oppression of the common people by the officers and soldiers in the society at that time.

It is a pity that the ancient paintings on the Internet are only fragments, and many things are missing on them, especially the most important picture of Erlang God is missing, so it is impossible to get a glimpse of the full elegance of this ancient painting of Erlang Soushantu.

"I don't know if there is Erlang God in that guy's tattoo?"

Xia Qing frowned, picked up the delicate pink enamel cup, took a cup of coffee from the coffee machine, threw a cube of sugar, turned the spoon a few times, and took a small sip of it.

Under the sound of coffee, the red lips licked the rim of the cup, and there was a slight gurgling sound from the elegant white neck.

Looking at it, Xia Qing felt a little headache. Excessive use of the brain is her old problem, and excessive coffee is the cause of her headache. She is clearly in her twenties, but she has the old problem of headaches. , coupled with the evil consequences brought about by too much pressure, this is the reason why long-term thinking becomes sick.

Xia Qing's white jade-like fingers pinched his forehead and rubbed it back and forth a few times, closed his eyes and calmed down, and finally decided to turn off the computer.

Holding a cup of coffee, Xia Qing stomped to the window. Xia Qing's room was on the first floor. Outside was a small garden eight meters long and seven meters wide. Many flowers were planted in the garden, or the floor tiles were laid out and tables and chairs were placed for barbecue. The stove's family is different. Xia Qing has planted a lot of tomatoes in this small square inch of land. Unfortunately, these tomatoes are now covered by snow, and the garden is a tragic scene of withering and withering.

Xia Qing doesn't take care of those withered branches. For Xia Qing, withered things may not be a kind of beauty.

When Xia Qing has a headache, he likes to open the window to breathe some fresh air. Xia Qing lives in the suburbs, the air is fresh, and there is not so much exhaust gas.

But Xia Qing didn't open the window today, because it was too cold last night.

Thinking of this, Xia Qing had to curse that damn glasses man again!

Thinking of the man with glasses and the guy with tattoos all over his body, Xia Qing felt that he had accidentally broken into an inexplicable world. This feeling was the same as when she first stepped into the sixth business department.