After the immortal disappeared

Zhongsun Mou asked him: "What about you?"

"I'm going to look for clues around here to see if there are any suspicious persons." He Lingchuan said, "How about the division of labor? You chase the murderer, and I'll chase Mr. Mai."

Zhongsun Mou snorted, did not object, opened the door and walked out.

But before he took two steps, he reached out to He Lingchuan: "Bring it here."

"what?"

"The things you took from the ancient shelf." Zhongsun Mou said, "I want to take them back and inspect them together."

He Lingchuan took out the ivory ball and turned it several times in his hand, hesitating on his face.

But he finally handed it over.

Zhongsun Mou took it and did not notice that a small spider was also handed over by He Lingchuan and quietly crawled into his sleeve.

Back in the courtyard, the guard came forward and whispered a few words. Zhongsun Mou took another look at the study and left with a group of his men.

General Ling went to the study for another walk and came out and said to He Lingchuan: "This bastard took the opportunity to let his men empty out the study. There is nothing left!"

"The vases have also been moved?"

"Huh? What vase?"

"Forget it, don't mention it." He Lingchuan waved his hand, "The other party left calmly, and I guess he won't leave any clues."

Although Mr. Mai escaped early, the study was in order and the cabinets were not rummaged through.

What on earth had alarmed him?

He Lingchuan returned to the main point: "By the way, why did General Ling tell him to hide the eggs?"

"The sharks turned into fish tails when they entered the water, and they split human legs when they came ashore, but they were hidden deep in their bellies, which is completely different from us land creatures." General Ling grinned, "They don't just hide their eggs and expose their tails." thing?"

He asked He Lingchuan: "What should we do now?"

As a special envoy, He Lingchuan felt much more cordial to him. He hung out with He Lingchuan for a few days, and he seemed to be in acquaintance mode.

"There are many inconsistencies in this matter." He Lingchuan was also thinking hard, "When Zhongsun Mou heard the name of General You just now, he seemed a little anxious. Do you know why?"

General Ling shook his head: "How do I know what he thinks? But he is not the only one who gets irritated when he sees me."

Yes, with this old sheep's temper, he is a thorn in many people's side.

He Lingchuan walked back to the study, took out a mirror from his arms, and looked around.

General Ling looked at it and said: "This mirror of yours is a good magic weapon."

"have you seen?"

"The lines on it, well, it seems to be unique to the Immortal Sect in the Middle Ages." General Ling thought for a long time, "Where have you seen it? Hey, I can't remember."

He Lingchuan was slightly startled, remembering that the origin of the soul-capturing mirror was erroneous, and it seemed to be related to Lingxu City. It seems that in Bega country, I can't expose myself casually.

He said calmly: "Imitation."

After taking a look around the room, the soul-telling mirror gave him feedback: "There are no eavesdropping supernatural powers or remnants of objects."

This mirror is a powerful anti-surveillance tool.

As General Ling said, the study room was almost emptied, and all the bookcases were gone. The book shelves survived because they originally contained few things, and the inside of the desk was also emptied. Probably Zhongsun Mou's men didn't have enough storage space to accommodate such a large table.

He Lingchuan looked specifically at where the vase was. Well, it was empty.

There was only a circle of dust on the ground.

Is this Lord Zhongsun a locust?

He Lingchuan asked the two wind-drilling beast guards to block the door. He took out a few scrolls from the storage ring and placed them on the table.

General Ling wondered: "Where did this come from?"

"Put it in the vase on the ancient shelf." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, "I was just about to check the ancient shelf when Zhongsun Mou rushed in."

Jiao Yu was also curious: "Why only these scrolls are collected?"

"The vase is placed in the corner. The body of the vase is covered with dust. There are only a few scrolls... Strictly speaking, the head of this one is as smooth as new and spotless." There were three scrolls, and he packed them away anyway. , it doesn’t take a second time. He Lingchuan untied the tether and slowly unfolded the scroll, "In other words, Mr. Mai often opens it."

The scroll is not big, only two square feet.

It's a painting, but it's not the usual flowers, birds, insects, fish, mountains, rocks, and pines, but a round jar without a lid.

And the jar seems to be transparent, because there is a ruby ​​ring, several books, and a few balls in the jar.

Red ball.

How could anyone draw these things?

The more General Ling looked at the ball, the more familiar it became: "This ball looks like a blood drop."

He Lingchuan looked at the red seal beside the painting.

To be honest, it doesn't look like a seal, but more like a talisman painted on it.

He tapped the screen.

Everywhere has the texture of soft paper, except——

Except for the jar in the painting.

A tiger and a goat both groaned.

As soon as He Lingchuan moved his hand to the jar, he sunk into it.

There is actually an extra hand in the picture, hanging on the jar.

The painting is also quite realistic.

"There is something in the painting." He Lingchuan simply stretched out his hand and took out all the red balls in the jar.

When he withdrew his palms from the painting, everyone saw that there were several red beads lying in his palms.

"Sure enough, they are blood beads!" General Ling would not mistake this smell. "What is this thing used for?"

Jiao Yu said: "Take out that booklet and read it."

He Lingchuan took out the book and opened it, only to see that it was filled with entries one by one, listing the year, month and day, how many pulp beads were collected, and where the beads were collected.

"It's a ledger."

He Lingchuan turned to the back and found that every page was full and there were no blank pages.

"The ink is a little faded. These are all old account books."

Jiao Yu gasped: "They actually hunted so many monsters!" A quick look through it showed that one account book alone recorded the hunting records of more than 200 monsters, and there were seven books here.

At least it is a history of the deaths of 1,400 to 5,000 monsters.

Although Bega is known as a demon country, the number of demon people is less than one-tenth of the human population. More than a thousand monsters disappeared without a sound, and even Jiao Yu felt a little distressed when he saw them.

General Ling bit out a copy and said, "This is new."

He Lingchuan flipped through the book and found that the ink in the book was indeed very new. The latest record clearly read "Niutou Mountain, Wind Diamond Beast, two."

Judging from the date and hunting location, this is the murder record of General Ling's descendants.

General Ling murmured a curse, and then said: "Why only two!"

He Lingchuan looked sideways: "Are you focusing on the wrong thing?"

"These younger generations of mine are full of vitality and strength, and they are all in their prime. How come seven or eight of them can only produce two red beads? That nest of weak and incompetent pig demons, even a few of them can produce one blood bead." General Ling was startled when he said this, "What are they called? Serum beads or blood beads?"

"It says pulp beads." He Lingchuan also remembered this, "Wan Dahu said blood beads."

Naturally, Mr. Mai’s record shall prevail.

However, although General Ling's complaint is strange, it is reasonable. Is there a mistake in this book?

Although He Lingchuan had never met Mr. Mai, he felt that he should be a cautious person, otherwise he would not run away and run ahead of him and Zhongsun Mou.

Would such a cautious person get his main business wrong?

If he remembered correctly, then Wan Dahu secretly swallowed the excess blood beads?

He Lingchuan took out the ruby ​​ring again.

The jade is good jade, with tiny lines on it that look like capillaries. But the ring is not a storage ring, it is just an ordinary ring, it just looks good when worn.

General Ling subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the scroll. This was the goat's habit of touching paper and grass.

But there was something on the painting that it actually licked off.

That bright red seal.

"Huh?"

He Lingchuan picked up the seal and found that it was a layer of soft paper, which was very tough and not easy to break.

Is this thing movable and detachable?

He reached out and pressed the screen again.

Once solidified, the painting is just a painting, and the small space inside is gone.

The few remaining things on the screen were also frozen and turned into still life sketches.

It turns out that what makes the things in the painting come true depends on this strange red seal?

He Lingchuan took a closer look and saw that the word "fidelity" was written on the seal, which was the ancient immortal language.

He put the seal on it again, and the things in the painting could be taken out again.

This thing is interesting.

He Lingchuan took another piece of paper, drew a picture of a chicken pecking at rice, and then put the seal on it.

Will the chick be caught?

Experiments show that it cannot.

Painting is painting, and what you paint cannot be "taken out."

But they clearly took out the red beads and account books.

He Lingchuan's heart moved, so he went to the kitchen to grab a handful of rice, and when he came back, he pressed it on the painting.

The rice grains suddenly disappeared.

One person and two demons took a closer look, and saw many grains of rice appearing around the chicken in the picture.

Before He Lingchuan reached out, a caramel-colored tiger-skin paw stretched out from the side and dug into the painting.

One person and one sheep watched a tiger paw appear on the screen, grabbing and digging at the simplified version of the chicken.

When Jiao Yu stretched out his front paws, there were indeed more than a dozen grains of rice lying on the pads of his palms.

"It turns out that only external things can be put in and taken out." He Lingchuan took off the red seal and said, "When you tear this thing apart, the things are sealed inside. It's interesting."

Even in today's era of weak magic, there are still many weird props.

Without further ado, attention turns back to the ledger.

Jiao Yu glanced at it with wide eyes, and suddenly said: "These account books contain time, quantity, and harvesting location, but there is no delivery location."

"Master Jiao, be careful! This is because the location of delivery does not need to be recorded." He Lingchuan knew it at a glance, "In other words, they only trade here."

Jiao Yu couldn't believe it: "Is there only one team for hunting monsters?" Otherwise, the team should still be recorded in the account book.

"They must have some incredible magic weapon in their hands." Only then can they travel around Chiyan and commit crimes in a short period of time.

General Ling was also stunned: "You can't, right? Didn't the old man who sweeps the yard say that people often come to see Mr. Mai?"

"Maybe it's a cover?" He Lingchuan thought for a while, "Mr. Mai also does ordinary business."

At this point, he told the two demons: "This information will not be shared with Zhongsun Mou for the time being. I always feel that his sudden appearance here is too strange."

Hey Bangdi~~~Happy Lantern Festival!

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